<?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-27819241</id><updated>2011-11-30T01:18:28.837+04:00</updated><title type='text'>(: My Papyrus :)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-4789439176184517348</id><published>2011-11-30T01:18:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T01:18:28.847+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to relate to....</title><content type='html'>Jab-Jab Dard Ka Baadal Chaya&lt;br /&gt;Jab Gham Ka Saya Lehraya&lt;br /&gt;Jab Aansoo Palkon Tak Aya&lt;br /&gt;Jab Yeh Tanha Dil Ghabraya&lt;br /&gt;Humne Dil Ko Yeh Samjhaya&lt;br /&gt;Dil Aakhir Tu Kyun Rota Hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duniya Mein Yunhi Hota Hai&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Jo Gehre Sannaate Hain&lt;br /&gt;Waqt Ne Sabko Hi Baante Hain&lt;br /&gt;Thoda Gham Hai Sabka Kissa&lt;br /&gt;Thodi Dhoop Hai Sabka Hissa&lt;br /&gt;Aankh Teri Bekaar Hi Nam Hai&lt;br /&gt;Har Pal Ek Naya Mausam Hai&lt;br /&gt;Kyun Tu Aise Pal Khota Hai&lt;br /&gt;Dil Aakhir Tu Kyun Rota Hai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-4789439176184517348?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/4789439176184517348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=4789439176184517348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/4789439176184517348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/4789439176184517348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2011/11/something-to-relate-to.html' title='Something to relate to....'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-4736629362264700519</id><published>2011-10-09T01:05:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T01:20:21.273+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post the Night of broken elbow n a cracked skull</title><content type='html'>Hey there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I didnt update you guys with what happened after that and post the recovery so here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per the last update I was to wait for another week and then see if things were fine or if a surgery was needed, well turns out that the doc that I went to was a complete moron! The plaster came loose in the mid of the third week and the pains and cramps were back so I went to a diff doc and he advised that I put a full plaster all over my hand for another 3 weeks. Not something that I wanted to hear that time but u got to do what u got to do I guess, and so, the plaster was back on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However this time unlike the last collar bone fracture, I stayed home and didnt go anywhere which would have made the 3 weeks a living hell! Fortunately for me I had my school friends who took me to places that I like to hang out at so it wasnt that bad :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 3 weeks the plaster came off and I got most of my hand movement back (about 95%). I still have a few issues but they arent anything major. When I have time, i would have to go in for a out patient surgery to get the bone set right. Till then, Im good with it. So yeah, im not happy about the fact that I had to lose 6 weeks in the office which in turn came back and bit me in my ass at the year end review but on the other hand, im okay with it cos of the way things turned out after I went back to office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to office in April i suppose after a 6-7 week leave and started working hard towards getting the productivity back up. Ofcourse its a bit hard considering I only had one good arm at that point of time but still. During this time there were a few promotions that were gonna happen in the next level team and hence they were looking for a backfill from our team (4 to be precise) and I knew that I had to do anything to ensure that I get it cos it would have been good for me. So i worked, worked and worked even more till the interview happened in May i think. Interview went well with the manager. He looked at the data and everything. Oh by the way... our target for the year was around 4500 incidents to be created to get 100% weightage in the stacks. Now since my 7 weeks were a loss of leave they would not be excluded from the time frame but guess wht.. I hit exactly the number that I was supposed to in order to get a 100% stack for that metric (YAY!!). Coming back to the interview, as I said it went well and then it was just a waiting game. Its funny how frustrating waiting can become but still it paid off as I was one of the 4 members who were selected for it. Not a pay hike so dont ask for a party but a level hike which was good as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now things are going well in the professional front and am hoping for it to stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the personal level.... IM GETTING MARRIED IN DECEMBER!!!!!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup! Its with the same girl whom I have dated for the last 6 almost 7 years now. Feels good to end up with the person whom u wish to end up with i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's about it that I can share as of now, there are other things which I dont wanna get into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im trying to add a new revolving map to the blog in which your location on it will blink when one of you are viewing the page so that's something cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and wait for any further updates from me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-4736629362264700519?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/4736629362264700519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=4736629362264700519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/4736629362264700519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/4736629362264700519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2011/10/post-night-of-broken-elbow-n-cracked.html' title='Post the Night of broken elbow n a cracked skull'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-2729027806027743670</id><published>2011-02-01T23:41:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T23:48:23.237+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Night of broken elbow n a cracked skull</title><content type='html'>**Well didnt want this year to start with this blog but here goes....**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of u out there wait for a weekend where u would sit with friends, have a couple of drinks, marofy a hukka or something like that ? I had that on my mind too a couple of weeks back. Unfortunately, didn’t happen that way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 14th Jan 2010&lt;br /&gt;Time: 4:30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shift ended at 4:00am, was a Friday so didn’t really matter how the work was goin on in ofc, just wanted it to end so tht could start the much awaited weekend. I remember having a hot cup of coffee at barista, a plate of bonda near gateways, put on my music, jacket n the helmet cos it was cold tht night n just drove towards home singing loud in the most horrible voice ever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mind u I wasn’t driving fast cos I was enjoying my ride, gud cool breeze n music, what could be better isint it? But then the world stopped, cold weather turned warm n I started having a horrible pain in my right hand. 2 seconds later, another loud noise n I saw another guy smashing into the divider n eventually into the pole.&lt;br /&gt;All it took was 2 seconds n it all happened. However head cleared after that n it hit me, it was a accident that I was in and also saw the culprits of it, 2 damn dogs!! Tried to save the dogs and bike went into a ditch. I flew, laptop flew n I’m pretty sure the bike flew as well. Then I fell, laptop fell n the bike fell on the laptop.  Looked at my hand and realized that it was twisted n twisted bad at the elbow. But I had bigger problems to worry about. The guy who smashed his bike to the pole did that trying to save me n bust his head open. Fact is that he missed me by a few inches  else it would have been a “Like father like son” tale. Anyways, I had to take care of that guy so called an ambulance for him, stayed with him till it came n sent him packing to the hospital. Then time came to pick up the bike n drive back home but there was a problem, hand was twisted bad! Straightened it out which was not a easy thing to do, picked up the bike n drove back home. All this in 1.5 hours. &lt;br /&gt;What can I say…. Shit happens I guess!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was sad to see tht no one stopped to help us out, n im glad that they didn’t. Helped me take control over things, take care of the guy n come back home safe  &lt;br /&gt;Well its been 2 weeks since that happened, it turns out I broke my elbow, been in the cast for 2 weeks n am waiting for the third week to end to determine if its plaster off or a surgery in for me to get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope for the best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Left out a few things from the post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-2729027806027743670?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/2729027806027743670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=2729027806027743670' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/2729027806027743670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/2729027806027743670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2011/02/night-of-broken-elbow-n-cracked-skull.html' title='Night of broken elbow n a cracked skull'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-4936629640099331795</id><published>2010-03-11T07:17:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T07:18:14.939+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to...</title><content type='html'>I Want To Go Back To The Time&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When INNOCENCE Was NATURAL,&lt;br /&gt;Not FAKE.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When GETTING HIGH Meant On A SWING,&lt;br /&gt;Not PROMOTIONS.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When DRINKING Meant RASNA ORANGE,&lt;br /&gt;Not BEERS Or WHISKEYS.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When DAD Was The Only HERO,&lt;br /&gt;Not DEPP Or TOM.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When LOVE Was MOM’S HUG,&lt;br /&gt;Not The GIRL-FRIENDS’.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When DAD’S SHOULDER Was The HIGHEST PLACE On The Earth,&lt;br /&gt;Not Your DESIGNATION.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When Your WORST ENEMIES Were Your SIBLINGS,&lt;br /&gt;Not Your MANAGER.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When The Only Thing That Could HURT Were BLEEDING KNEES,&lt;br /&gt;Not The TEARS Falling Down Your Cheeks.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When The Only Things BROKEN Were TOYS,&lt;br /&gt;Not The DYING HEARTS.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And When GOOD-BYES Meant TILL TOMORROW,&lt;br /&gt;Not For YEARS &amp; YEARS.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Life Has Changed A Lot. And The People Too.&lt;br /&gt;But The Thing Is That We Don’t Want To Accept It!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-4936629640099331795?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/4936629640099331795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=4936629640099331795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/4936629640099331795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/4936629640099331795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-want-to.html' title='I want to...'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-9144077569998024496</id><published>2010-02-14T06:26:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T06:30:50.237+04:00</updated><title type='text'>1411 tigers left.... :(</title><content type='html'>Good morning ppl!!!&lt;br /&gt;Today is Sunday 14th of Feb 2010 and world today wakes up to celebrate valentines day! Ofcourse you have the kar sevaks, MNS, shiv sena and all those shitty ppl who would try to ruin this day of "love" for couples but that's a different thing altogether. Anyways... I wish everyone a very happy valentines'day. However this post has got nothing to do abt how holy this day is and how we should be lucky to have a guy/girl whom we wanna spend out lives with cos frankly speaking this is a sad day for more than half of the ppl in the world and majority of break ups happen on this day. No! This post is about something which is far more searious than that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever stopped and wondered what you are giving the next generation when they would be born ?&lt;br /&gt;I mean sure you are giving them technology that they can rely on, better educational and health services but is that the only thing that they would wanna see? We in our schools read A for Apple, B for ball..... F for fish.... T for tigers...... Do you really think they would be there when our future generations grow up? A great deal of fishes would be wiped out and according to the new estimate there are only 1411 tigers left in India and I seriously think that these numbers would also die along with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the size of India on the planet earth... its enormous, however only 1411 tigers left? That's 1 tiger to 7,08,717.22 ppl considering that there are 1 billion ppl in India right now. I am pretty sure that most of them  did not even see a tiger in their lives till now. Scary isint it ? Imagine when you say "Tiger" to a kid in the future, what would you show him/her? A pic in a book of alphabets or take them to a zoo to show them how pathetic a tiger looks in a cage (which is ofcourse not possible cos it would be wiped out in future)? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We humans are a pathetic race of ppl and more violent and destructive than animals. Atleast an animal would try to harm you if it were provoked or attacked but we do it just for "Fun" and cos we are so bloody selfish we just want everything on this earth to be "ours" which by the way hasnt gon e a good way cos we have managed to fuck up the earth so beautifully that even aliens must be thanking their stars that they didnt contact us till now. BUt the fact of the matter still remains that its our greed and thirst of superficial things that has led to such a sorry state of beautiful animals on this planet. No one but ourselves to blame. Some rich girl somewhere wants a expensive present and the boyfriend/finacee would run into a jungle, kill a tiger and present her with its skin. Tiger hunting is also done by slow ass rich men who wanna feel more manly in life. And what do they do? Take a group of 15-20 ppl, make noise and kill a tiger with a gun! If you really have guts, why  not use your hands to kill one. I am sure the tiger would kill you faster than you could piss in ur pants seeing one!! If the same thing were to happen the other way round, humans would get geared up and kill the animal. If we can do that, why shoudnt the animals do that to us? Isint it fair to them?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another creature that would face extintion are the sea creatures! Think this.. World is 70% water and 30% land which means that the majority stake holders on this planet are the sea creatures and we as humans should be greatful that they have let us live and survive on this planet and should try to do something about preserving the great oceans and its population but No!! We think that the earth is 70% land, 20% of the waste that we dump in the waters and 10% of sea creatures who are there placed by god so that we can eat them and relish that taste. Agreed sea food might be tasty for some ppl and they like it but if you are thinking globally, look how the brutal hunting is done and how are the species are dying! The great coral reef has a great importance on this planet and that's going too thanks to the industries who thought that dumping their waste in the oceans was more profitable than processing it and then releasing it when it was not so much a danger! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I dont believe in joining groups on facebook/orkut/twiter and all those networking sites cos just dont wanna join in for the heck of it but a hording while coming to office and an ad on TV did its trick for me which asks us to blog about it in anyway. It made me think about what would happen in future. That's the reason I blog about it and urge you all to blog and atleast write what you feel as I am sure every blog has its share of ppl who follow it and even if its read once, the seed of thought is planted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not on a networking site but I pledge my support for the tigers and support the Aircel save the tigers cause cos I think tigers are beautiful species of animals and more importantly everything should be done that can be done cos after all its us who owe them an apology as human kind. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-9144077569998024496?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/9144077569998024496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=9144077569998024496' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/9144077569998024496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/9144077569998024496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2010/02/1411-tigers-left.html' title='1411 tigers left.... :('/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-1986852788126712559</id><published>2010-02-09T20:50:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:51:31.988+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I likes this!! "Burnt biscuit"</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. &lt;br /&gt;On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my mom and ask me how my day was at school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that biscuit and eat every bite! &lt;br /&gt;When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I'll never forget what he said: "Honey, I love burned biscuits." &lt;br /&gt;Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, "Your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides - a little burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!" &lt;br /&gt;Life is full of imperfect things.....and imperfect people. I'm not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else. But what I've learned over the years is that learning to accept each others faults - and choosing to celebrate each others differences - is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship. &lt;br /&gt;And that's my prayer for you today. That you will learn to take the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life will be able to give yourself a relationship where a burnt biscuit isn't a deal-breaker! &lt;br /&gt;We could extend this to any relationship. In fact, understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or friendship! &lt;br /&gt;"Don't put the key to your happiness in someone else's pocket - keep it in your own." &lt;br /&gt;So Please pass me a biscuit, and yes, the burnt one will do just fine.!.!.!.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-1986852788126712559?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/1986852788126712559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=1986852788126712559' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/1986852788126712559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/1986852788126712559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-likes-this-burnt-biscuit.html' title='I likes this!! &quot;Burnt biscuit&quot;'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-3170408188780039596</id><published>2009-12-09T23:43:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:50:21.455+04:00</updated><title type='text'>KCR wins, Andhra Pradesh loses!!</title><content type='html'>Last few days I witnessed a lot of unrest among ppl here in hyderabad. Ppl who had lived in Hyderabad for a long time and who associated with it, ppl who lived in Hyderabad known as the capital of “Andhra Pradesh” and were happy about it. If you have been watching the news you would know what I am talking about. There was a rally to happen tomm which would have seen loads of TRS supporters  trying to make their way to legislative assembly (as if its their birth right) to demand for a separate state (for god knows what reason) just because they weren’t able to win any seats in the general nor the GHMC elections. Yes I do agree that tensions were high and there was a risk of property and life loss for tomm and days to come but I still was a lil happy about my central government cos they had not caved in to such silly demands by a “Has been” leader.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately all that changed tonite when the headlines on NDTV.com read “KCR breaks 11-day fast after Govt OKs Telangana”. I didn’t know that the government of India would succumb for this BS that happened in the last 9-10 days. However rather than a state I would prefer telengana to be a union territory rather than a separate state. Have riots rather than kill something which took a lot of hard work to build- “Andhra Pradesh”!! It was a state that has been in existence since Nizams left the deccan, its capital Hyderabad has been the capital of the entire Deccan region for the last 400 years and ppl just wanna separate it. If you say why am I over reacting, I would say I feel for what has happened. You would say “Its good for the poor people”, I would say, weren’t they more happy when we had YS Rajshekhar reddy we our CM and when the state was not divided? The mere fact that 70+ ppl had a heart attack and died of it after his death indicates that he was more loved and respected than anyone after NT Rama Rao.&lt;br /&gt;I thought only brits’ were the one who believed in “Divide and Rule policy”. Didn’t know that the chindi TRS would use such a trick to win over a part of india rather than contesting in a fair elections and winning it. May be they don’t have the  balls for it, after all look who’s leading them! If they had the balls, they would have raised this issue when YS Rajshekhar reddy was the CM of Andhra Pradesh. At that time these guys were nothing nor was their voice heard, looks like it was just a matter of time after YSR’s death that politics raised its ugly head again and bought back something which we had earlier opposed. &lt;br /&gt;I also heard from ppl here that the folks from the southern part of Andhra Pradesh have raised a concern saying that they want the other half and the Andhras’ are now shouting that they don’t want the state to separate. I tell you what, if Andhras’ are gonna have a rally in support of not separating the state, count me in that rally :)&lt;br /&gt;Congrats KCR for finally winning with no balls attached!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I usually dont ask for ppl to leave comments but would like your comments on this post as to what are your thoughts about the situation, not the blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-3170408188780039596?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/3170408188780039596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=3170408188780039596' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/3170408188780039596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/3170408188780039596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2009/12/kcr-wins-andhra-pradesh-loses.html' title='KCR wins, Andhra Pradesh loses!!'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-4354587840485608798</id><published>2009-10-23T01:31:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T01:35:31.428+04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Dad...</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to post something for sometime now but didnt get anything that I could write about. Can blame my hectic schedule adn workload for that. However was watching "Lakshya" the other day and there was this scene between Hrithik and Bomman irani which is something that I related to so just gonna post it and make myself feel better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad, I just wanted to say this, something which I never told you….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, U gave me everything in my life, but I just gave you unhappiness. Don’t think that it never crossed my mind but its just something that I know is true. I love you and miss you dad!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-4354587840485608798?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/4354587840485608798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=4354587840485608798' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/4354587840485608798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/4354587840485608798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-dad.html' title='For Dad...'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-4082771920527530711</id><published>2009-09-07T15:20:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T15:35:49.401+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!!!</title><content type='html'>Heylo ppl....&lt;br /&gt;I guess 4 months is a really really long time for someone to not write a blog isint it?&lt;br /&gt;Really sorry to the ppl who came to the blog and did not find any updates from me, things just really got a lot busy since May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first thing's first... I've moved ahead from call taking to a team which scrubs or looks at the chats taken by their teams and predict the CE for the team. Not a easy job but not a fair job either!! Basically team not doing well means you failed- as simple as that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly- I was pulled out of calling in May itself. Dell had launched a new software for all its agents across the world so that they could log their cases or customer interactions in it and hyd site needed to be trained but there weren't enough trainers so I was asked to train the tech support along with a couple of others. Nice opportunity I would say... made me famous :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the personal front I went for a vacation in August to a place called Tarkarli which is a beach on the maharastra/goa border. Very clean and totally secluded!! Had a blast there, pics uploaded in facebook though in case if you wanna check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and I lost a couple of friends recently... don't worry they didn't die! One I walked out on and the other walked out on me (Justice made I guess) but then again made a lot more friends in the meanwhile during the sat hang outs and all that. Couple of them actually know salsa and pretty damn good at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things going pretty smooth on the love front... getting ready to celebrate 5th Anniversary of us being together in Jan so yeah that's an achievement!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the most important thing... I got my long pending degree!!! For the ones who are surprised, I had dropped out of my studies after dad passed away to take care of the family and all that. Now got time to finish it and hence did that as soon as possible. Good thing was that it just took me an attempt to do that, I guess I still remembered all that was taught :P Now on to MBA soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hukka galore still going on with friends but still limited to weekends. Moreover Darsh has put a leash on that as well... only on alternate weekends!! :-s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, what else???..... Oh yeah! Shift this month is 9:30pm-6:30am with Wednesday-Thursday offs. Nice shift but horrible offs in terms of socializing with ppl. However some good points as well... movie tickets will be available with ease, hotels pretty much empty and the buffet prices will be down as well :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways gotta go.. cab comes pretty soon! Feels good to be back :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-4082771920527530711?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/4082771920527530711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=4082771920527530711' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/4082771920527530711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/4082771920527530711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally.html' title='Finally!!!!'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-6976788801068898232</id><published>2009-05-02T02:00:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T02:54:38.341+04:00</updated><title type='text'>blabbering</title><content type='html'>New month new post!!!&lt;br /&gt;Na dont worry, this is not the new motto that I am gonna follow from now on. Well yeah I know I havent been able to blog a lot and I blame it partly to the fact that I have had ppl visiting my home for the last one month, every weekend and also to the fact that things have been really really busy in the office as well. Chats/sales and all that crap!&lt;br /&gt;Pissed you ask? yeah i am pissed...&lt;br /&gt;Why i am pissed? I have no freakin idea why!!!!&lt;br /&gt;What I am pissed at? No idea once again.&lt;br /&gt;Cant figure out why i am but its for sure that i am.&lt;br /&gt;may be i need a vacation, may be i need a change of job, may be i wanna be left alone as of now or may be i just wanna sleep, sleep and not wake up for some time. Well wht the heck? Its weekend tomorrow.... wht plans do you have?&lt;br /&gt;I plan to get some sleep and go out somewhere with the group. Been a long long time that have been out with the guys. Last time it happened was when we went to excess which was fun in a way considering the fact that i had never been to a pub before that. &lt;br /&gt;FYI... Manish sent this thought for the day " Some people have so much respect for their superiors they have none left for themselves!!" Quite true isint it?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways where was I? yeah.... first time pubbing. :)&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking I dont know what to say or write about.&lt;br /&gt;Will come up with a better post later on.&lt;br /&gt;Cheersblabbering&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-6976788801068898232?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/6976788801068898232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=6976788801068898232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/6976788801068898232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/6976788801068898232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2009/05/blabbering.html' title='blabbering'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-361962525833333686</id><published>2009-04-24T01:23:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T01:25:54.405+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Posts of Darshana and Sumitra</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone...&lt;br /&gt;I dont have anything to write but have something written abt me that I would like to post here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Firstly by Sumitra &lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i thought instead of finding a topic of my own, why not ask one of my first and oldest readers for topic ideas. this was the precise conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumitra: hey&lt;br /&gt;tell me a topic that u have wanted to read about for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;but never found anything interesting&lt;br /&gt;pickle: something written abt me&lt;br /&gt;sumitra: haha good one&lt;br /&gt;pickle: seriously bole to bhi problem&lt;br /&gt;sumitra: ok ok fine&lt;br /&gt;lemme c what i can do&lt;br /&gt;pickle: hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. now u must be wonderin about pickle. he used to call me pumitra (goodness knows why!) and hence i used to call him pickle (lame stuff) and the name is still stuck like that on my gtalk coz im too lazy to change it.. ok ok..this post is going to be about nikhil.. not me, so no rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.When i first met Nikhil, I was insanely jealous of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why you ask? Well, if a guy can down 2 pizzas a day with 2-3 cokes and then some burgers, and then some maggi noodles, and then say, 'bas hain, mujhe ghar jaake khaana hain,' and still manage to remain super thin..... well now u know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When I had a crush on Murali, Nikhil asked me to ask him to go shoe-shopping with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, why you ask? no idea. some guy stuff. i thought it was a dumb idea at the time, but i took a chance and did it. (this was before i knew how murali felt about me, we were just friends). and it worked! no, we did not end up going shoe-shopping together, coz murali was sleeping and din't answer his phone.. but then he called me back later that night.. and we talked and talked.. and one thing led to another.. hehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. over the past years, i have seen nikhil counsel several ppl under relationship-distress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. nikhil is my movie-buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've gone to several movies together, so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. nikhil is easy to be with, a fun guy, everybody knows that about him. he's crazy about his gf.. well everybody knows that about him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. he's a good friend, one you would like to have around on a rainy day. a person who enjoys his life a lot and makes sure you will too if you're around him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. i've been wanting to write him an Orkut testimonial since long, so now i guess i can just do some copy-pasting! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;And now by Darshana&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what.. Today’s post is not going to be about something but it’s about someone. And that someone is Nikhil. Wondering why suddenly writing about him, reason being I want to really find out what I think of him (not that I don’t know but never penned it down), and also go little public about it … J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikhil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing him for years now, made me realize one thing, that he is a gem of a person. The one who is full of fun, one who is all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerful. One who goes all nuts when it comes to having pizza n burgers. Who has great sense of humor and u can’t stop laughing when u are with him. The one who can go really crazy pulling leg. I m sure all those who know him would agree with me for all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are few things I personally admire about him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a good head on his shoulders. He knows how to tackle critical things. Really a sensible guy. And has been my true mentor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a sweet kid hidden in him who keeps on popping his head every now and then especially when it’s about food and games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have good patience, damn good listener. If u r the person who loves to talk u have found a right guy. He would let u talk as much as u want and he would also give his inputs. So now u know why do I talk so much. J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn straight forward. If u do something he doesn’t like or feels isn’t right, he would tell u flat on ur face, no back stabbing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u want any honest opinion about something, u would always get an unbiased opinion from him. And he won’t be judgmental ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very flexible, and would very well gel well with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True sweetheart with train full of love for everyone who is on his hit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;list. If u ask for help u would always get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things I really hate about him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves sleep more than anyone and anything on this planet. Given a chance he can sleep for 24hours at a stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little moody, if u want him to do something and he inst in mood, even if u break ur head it won’t be done by him until and unless he feels its imp to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves junk food like anything. And for ur surprise if he eats homemade food 24/7 he would fall ill. Ready for chicken anytime of the day. And if there is a pizza in front of him the company doesn’t matter, cos that person would be nicely ignored and would be nicely neglected till the last bite of that pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about reactions. Don’t u ever expect any instant or sponta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neous reaction from him for something sweet u have done. His reaction would come slow, may be by the time they come to u, u wouldn’t remember what are they for. :P not really but still, he doesn’t know how to express for any of the emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks too much, even when he has most blank face there would be 100 things running at the back of his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very shy, yes!! Even after knowing him for so long, he is still shy of loads of things, for example dancing. I haven’t been able to find out whether he really knows dancing or not. Cos we have never danced together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most important thing which attracts me the most to him is, He has his unique way in whatever he does… and there is nothing fake about him, whatever comes, comes straight from his heart..  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST SOMETHING THEY WROTE ABT ME :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-361962525833333686?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/361962525833333686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=361962525833333686' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/361962525833333686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/361962525833333686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2009/04/posts-of-darshana-and-sumitra.html' title='Posts of Darshana and Sumitra'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-8902067589951171129</id><published>2009-04-20T07:06:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T07:31:44.133+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun ends finally.....</title><content type='html'>Yeah that's right, fun finally ended for me yesterday when bhaiya-Bhabi moved out of hyderabad after 1 year of staying here to go back to their routine. Those who don't know, bhaiya had come here for year for some course as he's a Coast guard Commandant (Pretty big thing). So the course was to help him move ahead in his career and all that which they were here for. It was quite sometime before we again got back in touch (thanks to my broken coller bone last year). I had gone to kochi in Jan 2008 to get some rest but it turned out to be a very good trip. MOre importantly I had liked the trip more of the fact that there was no politics nor any mind games that were played like the other places that I go to. It was a simple Hi! How are you, long time, maar khayega itne time baad mila and all that fun. But then it turned out that they would be here for a year made things a lot interesting cos I finally got something to look forward to in my weekly offs apart from going for movies and all that. Celebrated new years with the defence ppl which was one of the best new years that I have celebrated in a long time, had my second ever Barbecue with them (first being in coorg), lots of free booze much to the jealousy of many ppl i know :). Got a lot of fashion tips from bhaiya and he also convinced me to change my wardrobe which I will be doing gradually so if you have any ideas for me in that department, please let me know. Everyone who's idea is considered will be taken out for a good lunch :D. Yeah it was fun. But good things come to an end and that's what happened yesterday. Now its back to the office -&gt; Home routine from here on.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: Deccan chargers played well yesterday and yeah I casted my vote as well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-8902067589951171129?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/8902067589951171129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=8902067589951171129' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/8902067589951171129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/8902067589951171129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2009/04/fun-ends-finally.html' title='Fun ends finally.....'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-3708939684413605601</id><published>2009-04-08T20:14:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:23:34.795+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates....</title><content type='html'>Hey!!&lt;br /&gt;Its time for the updates from my end. Couldn't think of writing abt anything specific so here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Recession blues still continue... read in an online article that there would be a 7.5-8.5% increase in salary. Hopefully the ppl in my office read that article as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Someone I know lost their job but are making full use of the time they have. A tour of India!!! (I am so jealous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The google bubble has finally burst for Sumitra. Took sometime but the fact has hit her that google is a boring place to work after you have worked with Dell and I have a valid reason to say that. Reason is that the evergy level that you feel on the floor is not the same anywhere in the world. You might be a software developer and all that but I am proud to say that I work alongside one of the smartest brains in the world. (Well considering the fact that we are the only ones in the world who support XPS on chat). I know how software developers work, take a code and manipulate it the way you want (Did that in NIIT).I am not saying they aren't smart but come on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Have been having Sat-Sun offs for the second month running and it feels good to be back with the gang for night outs. Went to excess the last week, thought it would be a guys gang but found that there were 4 other girls who would join us. Guess who was the stag.... :D Entry was a lil expensive but it was fully worth it. Danced for the longest time possible and was not that drunk which means that I was able to fully enjoy it. Partied from 9:30pm-4:30am that night. Thankfully the girls who accompanied us were not big time peevat!! hence giving us a chance to have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Watched friends gettting married left/right and center in the last couple of months. Good that mom doesn't know any of them cos she would then get started about how I need to get married and all that. (Phew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Office sucks as always... Politics, politics and more politics. I got a new mentee assigned so now its upto me to teach her the tricks of the trade in the office. Its called as "Extra Initiative" by the management :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah that's the update from my side... Its been a fun few weeks lately. Let's hope they continue. :)&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-3708939684413605601?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/3708939684413605601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=3708939684413605601' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/3708939684413605601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/3708939684413605601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2009/04/updates.html' title='Updates....'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-237653516726743162</id><published>2009-03-23T20:20:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:14:50.062+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heylo</title><content type='html'>Heylo ppl.....&lt;br /&gt;Finally managed to change the look of my blog ( MUMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;I miss my ferrari though but wht to do, need to move on so I wanted this look to be better than the previous one so I searched for this like crazy. Liked it for now though... let's see what I go for next. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways lot of things have happened since my last post I see...&lt;br /&gt;India won the test match, wasnt following it but it was good it happened. Jade goody passed away, I guess the only ppl who really benefited from it was as always the Media who surprisingly seem to benefit from all the misery on the earth. Recession as usual is taking its toll, read in the news paper that around 4 million jobs were lost in US itself since the begining of this year. I dont suppose Obama or his team will attribute this loss to non-US ppl now will he? It would be interesting to see what he has to say about it. Lot of my friends have had to face the wrath of the recession but they are still hanging on to the big apple... Wonder how much weight can it take :)&lt;br /&gt;Few have come back to India and they say that things aren't good and its much better here. It was surprising to hear them say that many want to come but they do not cos they think that they would be made fun of. Who the hell cares what others say? I say that if u wanna come back, do so. I am sure if not others, atleast ur family will be there with open arms waiting for you :) (Oh and also mosquitoes). &lt;br /&gt;Celebrated my B'day on 6th March, had a lot of fun. Slept on that day though as the party was scheduled for the next day, however took Smriti and Divya out for lunch at BBQ nation. Divya enjoyed but not Smriti cos she had a upset stomach (for which I got to hear left, right and center). Liked the gift that she gave though.. it was a collage of my pics along with XPS, Vodka, FRIENDS, Ferrari and all that. But i guess the best gift of them all was given to me by Darsh. She has asked ajju to deliver a cake to my residence with happy b'day written on it. Mom woudnt let me eat that cake cos she was worried as to who had sent it but by the time she could even finish the statement, i had eaten up half the cake :D Was in a fix as to who had sent it but then the answer was revealed by her itself later in the day. Was a nice surprise from her... completely unexpected!! Love u for that :)  Party the next day was rocking as well... went to Little Italy with school friends and had a good Italian food along with lot of booze :)&lt;br /&gt;Things after that were going slow but it picked up again after Holi when Darsh came to hyd for a visit. Had a blast of fun with her. Went for movies, lunch and also FINALLY I got to go to a pub this time.  Mind you it was my first time there so was jumping up and down like a kid. Had hukka there but no booze as we had to drive. Went for a midnight buffet as well. This weekend was dedicated to my 2 nephews (Rajal &amp; Tanishq). Took them out to Imax, shopping, lots of ice cream and all that. Its fun to hang out with kids in Hyderabad. Must be in other cities as well but no place like Hyd I say.&lt;br /&gt;Also all the red dots on my map are gone :(, was told that it was archived and all that. Anyways, would like to see atleast one dot from South America and Russia. Last time i would visit my blog daily to see if there was one or not but alas....&lt;br /&gt;Also please wish "Swats" a speedy recovery. She's down with viral fever.&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it from my end.. looking to see dots on my map :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-237653516726743162?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/237653516726743162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=237653516726743162' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/237653516726743162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/237653516726743162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2009/03/heylo.html' title='Heylo'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-8203297730053889518</id><published>2009-03-05T07:08:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T08:19:22.622+04:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF???</title><content type='html'>"Pakistan sucks!!!", "Pakistan Down down", "pakistan hai hai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can stop and think if these things really do apply to that country? Looking at the previous history one might be tempted to say that it does but then things changed there or seemed to change but after the mumbai attacks, oil stealing and the most recent "&lt;B&gt;&lt;a href="http://content-usa.cricinfo.com/pakvsl/content/current/story/393451.html"&gt;Attack on sri lankan cricket team&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/B&gt;" its safe to say that they suck!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Zardari woke up and had a conference call with the millitants which went this way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Zardari&lt;/U&gt;: Okay guys... we havent fucked up in a long time... Let's do something fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Terrorist head&lt;/U&gt;: Like what? We tried bombing mumbai but got our asses whooped!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Zardari&lt;/U&gt;: Hmm... yeah I still cant sit on my ass cos of that :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;TH&lt;/U&gt;: Tell me about it. So what do u wanna do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Zardari&lt;/U&gt;: Let's see..... well i cant seem to think anything. Hold on... let me get someone else on this line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Th&lt;/U&gt;: Okie dokie!! (What a loser... cant even think how to fuck up, who made him the president? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Zardari&lt;/U&gt;: I am back... I have another terrorist head who will help us with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Th2&lt;/U&gt;: Hey Th1... congrats on taking control of most part of pakistan!!! Ab dilli dur nahi huh He he he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Th1&lt;/U&gt;: Yeah.... he he he but my ass still pains from what Indians did to it in Kargil. No ways I am planning such a thing now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Zardari&lt;/U&gt;: Yeah i know.. So what do we do today guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Th2&lt;/U&gt;: How about fucking up the sri lankan cricket team? We anyways are playing like a bunch of losers on the field and would not be able to win it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Zardari + Th1&lt;/U&gt;: BRILLIANT!!!!! If our team cant save the test match, then let's save it for them. After all the govt is here to serve its people isint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Th1 + Th2&lt;/U&gt;: Quite true!! Let's assemble a team of illitrate and tell them they are going for diwali :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Zardari&lt;/U&gt;: Sure sure... let's go for it. Well time for me to go. C u guys at drinks today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Th1 + Th2&lt;/U&gt;: Sure sure... (What a loser)! :P&lt;br /&gt;Zardari goes at this point....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Th1 to Th2&lt;/U&gt;: So when are we fucking up Zardari??? ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well whatever happened that day, it surely was a bad bad day for cricket!! I am glad that those guys made it out alive and am pretty sure that cricket in pakistan is "DEAD"!! If its not then i wish that its dead. Calling up ppl and having bullets sprayed on them would be a pakistani tradition but it does not go go down well with others. Esp with ppl whom you promise that you would take care of them and then you dont!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few of questions to come up though:&lt;br /&gt;1) Why and where did the rest of the security go?&lt;br /&gt;2) Why was the bus route of the Sri kankan team changed in the last 5 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;3) Was there a leak in the Pakistan security camp?&lt;br /&gt;4) How is it that the police arrived quickly but could not catch the terrorists who were running away on foot?&lt;br /&gt;5) Why were the arms being handled without any proper protection? (Could see a guy holding up a rocket launcher with his hands without any gloves)&lt;br /&gt;6) Why was the security escort taken off the sri lankan bus at the last minute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if someone has answers to this without getting all "Anti Indian" in their answers. Doesn't really matter cos its the ppl from the other side who are terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppl in Pakistan say that they are checked for no particular reason and are asked to visit the nearest police station when they visit India and it hurts them. I DONT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THAT MY FRIEND. I love my country and if that's what it takes to keep it safe then so be it. Else don't come to my country. As simple as that. They also say that its just a few ppl, why is everyone blamed? Well... an infection starts from a small body part but then spreads to the entire body. Same thing applies here. U didnt stop it when you had a chance and now its upto us to do it for you as always cos it would affect us in sometime and we definitely don't want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the country is going to dogs pretty soon and with incidents like these, i am sure that Pakistan will soon be known as "Talibanistan"!&lt;br /&gt;Sad isint it but I guess they deserve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-8203297730053889518?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/8203297730053889518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=8203297730053889518' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/8203297730053889518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/8203297730053889518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2009/03/wtf.html' title='WTF???'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-9173660676589488786</id><published>2009-02-28T22:06:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:09:24.471+04:00</updated><title type='text'>First night out @ 2006 by Jeevan</title><content type='html'>Apr 2, 2006&lt;br /&gt;hiii there, &lt;br /&gt;Well we decided to have a "rocking saturday night all boys party" at ajay's place.Well though we were just 4 of us Me,nikhil,amogh and ajay,we decided to make most of the opportunity by going out for a midnight buffet at ohri's ...and then watch a movie to keep ourselves awake the whole night.The day started by going to ajay's place ...after hanging out there for a while...playing pool and after having some snacks.We planned to rent a dvd at frizbi's as usual it was amogh's choice of picking up a movie...though none of us wanted to see that particular movie....in the end he had his way.After that we moved to eat street where we spent around 1 hour .....sitting among nearly 1000 people who came to enjoy the pleasant breeze...and all also for various other reasons(i guess u know what i mean).Hahahahah. &lt;br /&gt;Then we dashed to ohri's at a speed of 80 km/hr thanks to ajay(who needs to go to fun rides at the exibhition when theres ajay providing the same fun at free of cost).After waiting for 30 mins at ohri's...we finally got a seat...i must say if u wanna have a glimpse of the hyderabadi people..u must visit ohri's midnight buffet.Here u will find each and every character...which u must ve only dreamt of.I swear there were models...corporate guys....our typical hydi guys with weird sense of fashion....people from the nearby discothques.....good people like us.So we moved out from there at 2 ,then watched the worst movie of this century called "red eye" thanke to our ever stubburn amogh panje sir.So slept at 6 after amogh trying number of ways to hit on me(hahahahahah). &lt;br /&gt;P.S: It would ve been fun if kislaya,srinath and jayesh could ve been with us.Though even better if the entire group was presentI(i know that's almost impossible).Anyways planning to have another of these rocking parties next saturday at my place.Keep waiting for our yet another wild adventure.See ya.bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-9173660676589488786?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/9173660676589488786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=9173660676589488786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/9173660676589488786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/9173660676589488786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-night-out-2006-by-jeevan.html' title='First night out @ 2006 by Jeevan'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-3011173586473233288</id><published>2009-02-26T04:01:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T02:49:46.872+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Genda phool....</title><content type='html'>Well...&lt;br /&gt;Saw Delhi 6 this weekend. Contrary to what ppl have said, I liked the movie till the time Abhishek was given that damn monkey dress in the climax. I seriously can say that I didnt know where time flew by in the movie till that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;The best thing that for me stood out was the song "Genda phool" which I am listening to right now while writing this post :) Liked the way the song started and then moved into the beats (Rahmaan original i suppose). Came back and saw the video on youtube and most of the comments in that stated "Abhishek's dance is so cool" and I was like was it really? Checked the video once again and yeah it is. Guess sometimes just the right moves can make an impression (talking about dance :p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Office's going as always. Ppl (who do not work in one) always come up and tell me that a call center job is so much fun, full of parties and all that. All you just have to do is answer calls and talk tht's all. I had one such conversation recently with someone and although I didnt tell anything on their face but would like to ask the same person one thing: How does waking up when the world goes to sleep, having ur dinner alone night after night, not being able to meet ur friends for months at a stretch, getting that pathetic feeling in you sound? That's how it comes around from time to time. But then again u end up doing wht u like doing right? I guess that's the reason why i am in this industry! Just feels right doing wht i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also talked to my bro today, he will be leaving for US next week for 2 months. Trip sponsered by office as he has some client there or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listenin to... "Rehna tu" right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          Rehna Tu&lt;br /&gt;                          Hai Jaisa TU&lt;br /&gt;                          Thoda sa dard tu&lt;br /&gt;                          Thoda Sukun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good song. Helps me relax after a shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my school friends after about a month this weekend, went to barista and played "Scrabble" over coffee :) Was a lot of fun catching up with childhood games. Actually more fun was when we were fighting about the words and rules of scrabble as no one had any clue as to what it was. Someone said "Hi" is a word, someone says that adding an "S" after a word is also valid. Tried doing it for "Male" but "Males" doesn't really bring up any sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagging actually pays off isint it? If you read my previous post, I had started to download "That 70's show" and was in need of ppl who could help me out with the other seasons. Thanks to "Taher" I have Season 1,2,3,6,7,8 :D Right now Season 4 is being downloaded at my home and then will go for Season 5. Will start to download "Eureka", "Seinfeld" or "Everybody loves raymond" after that. I think downloading 100+ movies does make u change the download topic for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had got a mail sometime back stating that there are some geniuses who would look at my blog and give me a feedback about it. I thought okay fine let's see what they have to say about it. Someone said that my blogs are too long to read. I did reply back to that guy and my reply was "You are a dumb ass"!!! Don't read if u dont want to, I dont write for you, I just write for myself. There are few who like what I write and I appreciate that. Since when blogs became a way to make urself popular? Is it a new trend or wht?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song changed to "In da club" sung by 50 cent and beyonce..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I'm the chick with the hot ish, manolo blahnik,&lt;br /&gt;        Jimmy choo kicks, killin' it, who you with?&lt;br /&gt;        Me &amp; my girls at the party with the diamond zinati's&lt;br /&gt;        I'm that classy mami with the Marilyn Monroe body.&lt;br /&gt;        I'm that fly chick 5*6 Marc Jacob mini&lt;br /&gt;        Ghetto fabolous, glamourous, its effortless&lt;br /&gt;        Make up light, we with my pastel luis&lt;br /&gt;        Designer scarf, work of art, rockin' vintage Gucci &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Beyonce sung in that song. Damn sexy!!!!! Now that's a combination of a great voice and a great body to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.... will end the post else someone else will say tht its too long to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: might sound rude or pissed in this post, bear with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-3011173586473233288?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/3011173586473233288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=3011173586473233288' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/3011173586473233288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/3011173586473233288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2009/02/genda-phool.html' title='Genda phool....'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-3820724327547144248</id><published>2009-02-23T23:54:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:02:22.500+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats Slumdog team!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/SaMAfmeyr5I/AAAAAAAAE8I/bezr0fSv5gQ/s1600-h/poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/SaMAfmeyr5I/AAAAAAAAE8I/bezr0fSv5gQ/s320/poster1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306085328878219154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know there will be a lot of blogs abt this and u will see ppl rambling abt how wonderful it was and all that so I just wanna add my blog in it but its just to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats Slumdog team, you guys were great!!&lt;br /&gt;Congrats Rahman Sir, its about bloody time you won what you've always deserved!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-3820724327547144248?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/3820724327547144248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=3820724327547144248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/3820724327547144248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/3820724327547144248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2009/02/congrats-slumdog-team.html' title='Congrats Slumdog team!!'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/SaMAfmeyr5I/AAAAAAAAE8I/bezr0fSv5gQ/s72-c/poster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-7716512316498990845</id><published>2009-02-20T02:29:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T02:36:34.851+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am listed!! :D</title><content type='html'>Hey you guys!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so many years I am listed in Google in such a way that if you search my full name, you will see an entire page of just me and my links from various websites. Facebook, blogger, indiblogger, hi5. Even other's blog get listed cos of me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the link to prove it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;client=firefox-a&amp;rls=org.mozilla%3Aen-US%3Aofficial&amp;hs=O6w&amp;q=Nikhil+Moyal&amp;btnG=Search"&gt;http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;client=firefox-a&amp;rls=org.mozilla%3Aen-US%3Aofficial&amp;hs=O6w&amp;q=Nikhil+Moyal&amp;btnG=Search&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat that!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-7716512316498990845?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/7716512316498990845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=7716512316498990845' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/7716512316498990845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/7716512316498990845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-listed-d.html' title='I am listed!! :D'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-2572518945332076237</id><published>2009-02-19T03:09:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T06:25:33.590+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm.....</title><content type='html'>What do i write about?&lt;br /&gt;Nothin much has happened since Valentines day for me to mention about. I've been trying to meet my school friends but its not happening... either they are out of station or I fall asleep waiting for them to come back from office :(&lt;br /&gt;Saw a couple of movies though... One was "Underworld- Rise of the lycans" which was pretty neat, "Luck by chance" which was pretty sucky and the third one was a mindless action movie series called "Die hard-1,2,3,4" :D Oh yeah!!!! I am a big john Mcclain fan :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh also had friends over for a booze party which lasted for the entire night. Will post pics of that soon. Fun it was to have them over, open up the complete balcony, lay down gadda's and just sit on them talking. (Yeah i have a french window type balcony at my place).&lt;br /&gt;Oh I also realized that the punjabi phrase in the song "Dance pe chance" is what can set the mood for me to relax. In fact the entire song is a good one to listen and also to watch. Don't take it the wrong way but i dont think that anyone can shake their hip the way anushka did in the phrase "Zara kamar ko aaise ghumana, jaise hawa main aath banana". Looked sexy!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...... oh yeah... Smriti got her driving liscense yesteryday so she can legally go and smash her car anywhere she wants (Remind me not to sit beside her in the initial stages).&lt;br /&gt;I also gave 2 blogs a make over, one of them is &lt;a href="http://brainless-wonder.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sumitra's blog&lt;/a&gt; and the other is &lt;a href="http://myrandomiser.blogspot.com/"&gt;Darsh's blog&lt;/a&gt; so you can check those and let me know how it was.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it I did this weekend and for the past few days... Nothing much but a big Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-2572518945332076237?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/2572518945332076237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=2572518945332076237' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/2572518945332076237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/2572518945332076237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm.....'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-8463490258156052553</id><published>2009-02-14T09:01:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:05:12.770+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy valentine's day!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey you guys....&lt;br /&gt;Had a busy shift and it made me completely forget to wish you guys but thanks to Jeevan's sms which stated "To all my committed friends: Happy valentine's day and to all my smart single friends: Happy Independence day"! :P it made me realise that I didnt wish anyone of you on this day so here goes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/SZZQ4mwXJpI/AAAAAAAAE7Q/N7BhFXqwh4s/s1600-h/HappyValentinesDay.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/SZZQ4mwXJpI/AAAAAAAAE7Q/N7BhFXqwh4s/s320/HappyValentinesDay.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302514544681625234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one and let me know what you did on this day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-8463490258156052553?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/8463490258156052553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=8463490258156052553' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/8463490258156052553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/8463490258156052553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy valentine&apos;s day!!!'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/SZZQ4mwXJpI/AAAAAAAAE7Q/N7BhFXqwh4s/s72-c/HappyValentinesDay.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-724225988288720493</id><published>2009-02-04T07:08:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T07:08:24.580+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good one... (Forward)</title><content type='html'>Here I am sitting in my office @ night… &lt;br /&gt;Thinking hard about life &lt;br /&gt;How it changed from a maverick college life to strict professional life…... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tiny pocket money changed to huge monthly paychecks &lt;br /&gt;but then why it gives lesss happiness…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a few local denim jeans changed to new branded wardrobe &lt;br /&gt;but then why there are less people to use them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a single plate of samosa changed to a full Pizza or burger &lt;br /&gt;But then why there is less hunger….. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am sitting in my office @ night… &lt;br /&gt;Thinking hard about life &lt;br /&gt;How it changed….. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a bike always in reserve changed to bike always on &lt;br /&gt;but then why there are less places to go on…… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a small coffee shop changed to cafe coffee day &lt;br /&gt;but then why its feels like shop is far away….. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a limited prepaid card changed to postpaid package &lt;br /&gt;but then why there are less calls &amp; more messages…… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am sitting in my office @ night… &lt;br /&gt;Thinking hard about life &lt;br /&gt;How it changed….. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a general class journey changed to Flight journey &lt;br /&gt;But then why there are less vacations for enjoyment…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a old assembled desktop changed to new branded laptop &lt;br /&gt;but then why there is less time to put it on………. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a small bunch of friends changed to office mate&lt;br /&gt;But then why we always feel lonely n miss those college frnz.…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am sitting in my office @ night… &lt;br /&gt;Thinking hard about life&lt;br /&gt;How it changed….. How it changed……..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-724225988288720493?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/724225988288720493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=724225988288720493' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/724225988288720493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/724225988288720493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-one-forward.html' title='Good one... (Forward)'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-3602269233957664271</id><published>2009-02-02T23:49:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:51:50.580+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah Blah!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/SYdOxUlpuKI/AAAAAAAAE6o/micDPYobhIE/s1600-h/2398705598_9aed93a1c6_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/SYdOxUlpuKI/AAAAAAAAE6o/micDPYobhIE/s320/2398705598_9aed93a1c6_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298290095871867042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah!!!&lt;br /&gt;Saturatory warning: The following post is a result of extreme boredom to the individual as he has nothing to do. Please do not take this post to ur heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallu ppl,&lt;br /&gt;How are things going on with you guys? I started to write this post thinking that I will write as to how things were in my office and how pathetic it was getting day by day but then had to stop cos there is a lot of snooping around that goes on and these pages are checked along with orkut profiles and all that so woudnt want to go into a meeting for this cos that would be another load of crap in that room :P&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to just surf the internet and check out the blogs for an interesting article as there werent any updates from the ones that I follow. Yup! I have my entire fav blog ppl in the top bookmarks bar in “Chrome”  so you guys are just a click away from me. Anyways, read a few blogs but soon got bored of them as well so decided to watch “That 70s Show” which I have on a DVD, watched a couple of episodes but it was all “blah” which reminds me “PLEASE SOMEONE/ANYONE  DOWNLOAD AND GIVE ME SEASON 2,4,5,6,7 AND 8 OF “THAT 70S SHOW” AS I ONLY HAVE SEASON 1 AND 3 OF IT” Help this poor person with a slow ass internet speed even though my network says that I am connected to 100MBPS network. Someone should go and tell beam cable that just by increasing the bandwidth dosent really help here. Moreover it would take ages for me to download all the seasons.  FYI I just realized that office 2007 misses the “Office assistant” in it. Remember the cat/dog/robot which used to come up on the screen, I guess they lost their jobs to recession as well. Picked up news paper and saw that Microsoft was about to lay off 5000 jobs and majority of them were H1 visa holders as the govt there wants to save the jobs for American which we cant really complain about cos its their country after all. So I guess there would be a lot of gloomy faces around there and girls will open up their eyes to guys who have less dreamy jobs right now. My friends ask me when will I would quit my job and go for another one, my reply is that at least I have a job to think of quitting. Moreover all the calls that I am getting now a days are again for a calling role which I don’t think I would wanna go back to. But yeah if the pay is really good then I wouldn’t mind. So browsing the internet led me to Orkut and I went through a couple of profiles and I realized that India suddenly has a lot of “Miss universes’” of late cos the couple of profiles I checked were of girls who had written “plzz dnt add me or dnt send stupid frndly scraps coz i am totally not interested!” and other things related to this. If that is the case then why is it that every girl who has written it has 200+ friends in her list, even 400 in some cases? I thought the concept of websites like Orkut and facebook was for you to meet up with new ppl, make new friends. Agreed some of them might be having problems but then that’s where the “Privacy settings” come in handy and not writing stuff like that. Anyways, mughe kya? Do whtever u wish to do, after all its ur profile and u aint related to me in any way and even if u were, who cares? I am bored!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I so wish I had a bike right now so that I could just go somewhere/anywhere and pass my time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-3602269233957664271?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/3602269233957664271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=3602269233957664271' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/3602269233957664271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/3602269233957664271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2009/02/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah Blah Blah!!!'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/SYdOxUlpuKI/AAAAAAAAE6o/micDPYobhIE/s72-c/2398705598_9aed93a1c6_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-4842197555619976113</id><published>2009-01-29T00:45:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T00:51:14.189+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Kya yaar.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:45am,&lt;br /&gt;empty roads,&lt;br /&gt;slow cab,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i am thinking in the cab..... KYA YAAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;Well atleast i am safe, much to the relief of most of you (For now) :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-4842197555619976113?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/4842197555619976113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=4842197555619976113' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/4842197555619976113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/4842197555619976113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2009/01/back.html' title='Back!!!!!'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-3106666087024330614</id><published>2009-01-28T05:49:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T05:55:58.823+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels good- Part 2</title><content type='html'>Hey guys....&lt;br /&gt;Second day of me coming to home on a bike from office. Seems like a good change from the boring cab :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast Rider,&lt;br /&gt;Karizma bike,&lt;br /&gt;0-100-110kmph :)&lt;br /&gt;Chilly weather,&lt;br /&gt;Empty Hyd roads,&lt;br /&gt;Good music in ears,&lt;br /&gt;No singing this time :P&lt;br /&gt;Splitting headache due to the cold :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i know its kinda dangerous but u dont get to do this often isint it?&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if I get to ride Khadar's pulsar tomm :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-3106666087024330614?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/3106666087024330614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=3106666087024330614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/3106666087024330614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/3106666087024330614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2009/01/feels-good-part-2.html' title='Feels good- Part 2'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-4626749429811240131</id><published>2009-01-27T05:27:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T05:48:55.131+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels good!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;New year, new blog. I know its been very late for me to get in the first blog but what to do? there werent anything happening in life so didn't update you about it.&lt;br /&gt;This post isint gonna be a long one but all I have to say is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast bike,&lt;br /&gt;Rash driver,&lt;br /&gt;cruising at 85-90kmph,&lt;br /&gt;4:45 in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;28km stretch,&lt;br /&gt;Headphones in ur ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEELS DAMN GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Reminded me of my college days :)&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to the new year my style!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-4626749429811240131?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/4626749429811240131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=4626749429811240131' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/4626749429811240131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/4626749429811240131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2009/01/feels-good.html' title='Feels good!!!'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-7703603869758174675</id><published>2008-12-28T21:21:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:39:06.609+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am tagged!!!!! :-|</title><content type='html'>And I thought I had written the last post of this year....&lt;br /&gt;Got tagged my &lt;a href="http://memoirsofmemory.blogspot.com/"&gt;Smriti&lt;/a&gt; so will have to comply with it/&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess i will reach to the half century (50 posts) this way then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you what would your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; I honestly have no idea what it would be but definitely not violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you could have one dream come true which one would it be?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Treasure hunter!! :D (Inspired by Indiana Jones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Whose butt would you like to kick?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Zardari. (For his smart ass comments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Create a huge building, have all my money there and dive into it like uncle scrooge :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; What do u mean will i? I love my best friend (in a diff way though) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed: loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; BOTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How long would you wait for someone you love?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Till there is hint that I could be with that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you like is secretly attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; stay clear!! Woudnt want find myself to be in a bucket of crap. Live and let live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you could root for one social cause which one would it be?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Prevention of Dowry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What takes you down the fastest?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Staying alone/Boredom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Change of quest..... What's your main Aim in life?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; To give a good life to my family, dosent matter if i have to slog my ass for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What's your fear?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Losing the ones i care for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What kind of person(s) do you think the person who tagged you is/are?&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; Sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Tricky one..... but Married and well to do will be fine with me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Curse my job for waking me up at night :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; The one who loves me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What's eating you now?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Don't know abt what's eating me now but right now I am eating "Dal-Chawal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you prefer being single or in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; In a realtionship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I tag the following people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Swats&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myrandomiser.blogspot.com/"&gt;Darshana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://arundatirao.blogspot.com/"&gt;Arundati&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crescentiad.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kalpana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://brainless-wonder.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sumitra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-7703603869758174675?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/7703603869758174675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=7703603869758174675' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/7703603869758174675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/7703603869758174675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-tagged.html' title='I am tagged!!!!! :-|'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-481872423804119678</id><published>2008-12-22T02:06:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T02:56:46.934+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Year that's been...</title><content type='html'>Hey u guys....&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it took me some time to be back on the blog circuit. Things have been very very crazy the past few days. Witnessed a couple of deaths, some heart breaks, me personally not keeping well, tiff's at office adding to the frustration and all that. However things slowly creeping back to normalcy now.&lt;br /&gt;This possibly could be the last post of mine for this year so let's recap as to what all happened the past year shall we....?&lt;br /&gt;The year started with me being involved in an accident which kept me out of action for a month. But it also came as a boon for me cos I got a good vacation and also got to meet up with my cousins whom we had lost touch with after 2003. Got to go to Kochi and chill there. After that came back to office and immediately contracted the eye infection which meant another 2 months out of action making me a jobless guy for the first 3 months in this year. I still capped a good 60k salaary in March :D (highest till now) and celebrated my b'day bindaas. Got myself a new phone (Again) and coming to office I got my much awaited A5 movement and thus a increase in salary. Then in the office came a wave of facebook addiction. Ppl started to ignore their work and use facebook like anything. Fortunately for me my metrics were still in place. This year also saw me involved in a huge fight with one of my close friend which was followed by a total cut off for 6 months. However we are back now and things are back to being good. I also got to purchase a laptop this year from Dell but it wasnt for me but for Darshana so she's the one you would have to talk to for the party. :P Good thing from that was that I got to meet her more often this year as against to the 2 times we meet in a year. One of the best moments followed this year when my baby sister got married in Rajasthan. Actually got to do the whole work in the marriage and help around as well. Also got to see myself in a kurta-pyajama and also a saafa on my head. Ppl said I was looking good... see for urself -&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/SU7JlVcx4kI/AAAAAAAAEB8/tGt_Kxo8X10/s1600-h/DSC01183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/SU7JlVcx4kI/AAAAAAAAEB8/tGt_Kxo8X10/s320/DSC01183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282381056202367554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have had a lot of missed moments as well when my friends went to Goa and I missed out on that cos of my office, also missed out on the Mahableshwar trip as well cos again of the office. This year also started operation "mom ko patao" so that she's okay with me n darshana!! Work is in progress in that area so will keep you updated on it later on. Oh i also got a new pair of specs this year.... seen in the pic above :D Hmmm.... in general things were good most part of the year. Other things worth mentioning would be India kicking Australia's butt in Australia and also in India this october!!! That was a gooooooooooood feeling. Beating srilanka and england were also the high points for the only sport I follow. olympic victory was over hyped as always. SO what if Abhinav bindra won a gold medal? I mean its good for him that he did but it was a huge disappointment to see that we could only manage 1 gold medal from the number of sportsmen sent there. What a waste of airline tickets I would say. Office was fucked up as always.... couple of things happened here which would be best if they werent mentioned. Kyun mood kharab karna? The year has not ended well for me though.... a couple of deaths do kill the mood big time. Moreover the begining in the last 2 years have not at all been good for me. This year it was the accident and the eye infection, last year it was the chicken pox!! Talk about bad luck :P&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, hoping the coming year to be a good one and wish the same for you too!!!&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy new year!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-481872423804119678?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/481872423804119678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=481872423804119678' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/481872423804119678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/481872423804119678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2008/12/year-thats-been.html' title='Year that&apos;s been...'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/SU7JlVcx4kI/AAAAAAAAEB8/tGt_Kxo8X10/s72-c/DSC01183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-5397270449497067038</id><published>2008-11-29T18:36:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T18:39:16.045+04:00</updated><title type='text'>lets wake up</title><content type='html'>How old are u 20+, less than 30??  All the militants in the recent event are of the same age. I m sure you know what am I talking about the ‘Big terrorist attack on Mumbai’. Yes all of them are of same age and look at them how devoted they are and what level is the devotion, ready to die (even for so called religion love) But what are we doing sitting in front of The TV sets and feeling bad about the injuries and deaths, and being happy for not being one of those. But can you deny that somewhere in the corner of your mind we all have the thought ‘what if I am one of those next time?’. Can you deny the fact that everyday when you leave your house you wonder if you are going to come back or not??. Why?? Why are we living such a scared life? Why are we so numb about the things happening around us? Why are we still so quite? Just because some few people who are ready to give there lives and bomb us every now and then. Come on!! What are we waiting for?? Don’t u think so, its enough now all the conferences , meeting, all the ‘Samjhota’ and stuffs, all the neighbourhood thing. &lt;br /&gt; We have been seeing so many blast in the past, which have some relation or the other with Pakistan. We have so many evidences, proofs against PAK. We all know that the root lies there. But what have we done about it? nothing. Being good isn’t helping. So why cant we stand for our own safety, for our own self and fight. Let's finish it in one go. Let's punish the ones who are responsible so bad that all the other learn a lesson.Lets show them if they don't have any mercy for the Innocent we don't have any mercy for the cruels. I m sick of this everyday scared death inside me. i want to see that fear in all the terrorist, the fear that i see in everyone of us,the fear that i feel all around. i want to make them think 100 times before they even think of next attack. And I m sure you want that too. So let's take some big action let's tell everyone what we feel.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lets punish them so hard that the world should shiver&lt;/span&gt;. Lets punish them the worse possible way that no one has seen before.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Let the government know what we really think? What we really want? Cos it’s the matter of our life after all….&lt;br /&gt;-DARSHANA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-5397270449497067038?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/5397270449497067038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=5397270449497067038' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/5397270449497067038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/5397270449497067038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2008/11/lets-wake-up.html' title='lets wake up'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-4410659422018110719</id><published>2008-11-22T01:54:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T02:26:34.698+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My song.....</title><content type='html'>Hey....&lt;br /&gt;Ever had this feeling that a particular song is being played and you relate to it instantly? I had one and i think this should be my intro song :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you take a life&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what you'll give?&lt;br /&gt;Odds are you won't like What it Is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the storm arrives&lt;br /&gt;Would you be seen with me?&lt;br /&gt;By the merciless eyes I've deceived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen angels fall from blinding heights&lt;br /&gt;But you yourself are nothing so divine&lt;br /&gt;Just next in line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arm yourself because no one else here will save you&lt;br /&gt;The odds will betray you&lt;br /&gt;And I will replace you&lt;br /&gt;You can't deny the prize it may never fulfill you&lt;br /&gt;It longs to kill you&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to die?&lt;br /&gt;The coldest blood runs through my veins&lt;br /&gt;You know my name &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am not saying that I am James bond or something but I seriously can imagine myself in the song :D&lt;br /&gt;Lemme know which song do you think is you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-4410659422018110719?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/4410659422018110719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=4410659422018110719' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/4410659422018110719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/4410659422018110719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-song.html' title='My song.....'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-5438130459019259105</id><published>2008-11-14T16:00:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:51:21.694+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't judge a book by its cover...</title><content type='html'>Surprised as to how come I am talking about a book now after being famous for the fact that I am not much of a reader? Well don't worry, its not a book that I am talking about but its people that I am talking about here. Frankly speaking, how many of us have had to go through the ordeal of being rejected after the first date itself? I am sure there are tonnes and tonnes of names that can be written her (Both boys and girls). I hear from the girls that the guy was a nerd, dopey, loser and all that and from guys I hear that the girl was talkative, slut, show off, egoistic and so on and so forth. The fact of the matter still remains that how can u judge a person by just one meeting? I am sorry but its a little difficult for me to do that for anyone whom I meet for the first time. Obviously ppl try to put in their best foot forward when they meet someone for the first time, that foot being even more careful when its someone whom they like or think might have a future with.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am not one of the gifted ones who have a good lasting impression on the other person (be it a guy or a girl), it definately is not a case when it is a girl. I dont think i ever have had a girl even take my number leave alone calling me ever. I choke up bad when its a girl but then again dosent really matter as it does not change the way I am and also the fact tht there is a concious effort from the other end to make a first impression as well.&lt;br /&gt;The point I am trying to make here is that I came across a couple who I am sure were meeting for the first time at Imax (Subway to be precise) for a date or a movie. The scenario was like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy-&gt; Hi, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;Girl-&gt; I am fine, when did you reach here?&lt;br /&gt;Guy-&gt; Just a few minutes back (Liar!!! I was watching him curse the girl for the last 30 min :p)&lt;br /&gt;Girl-&gt; Oh good, then I guess it is okay.&lt;br /&gt;Guy-&gt; what do you want to do first? movie or a sandwich?&lt;br /&gt;Girl-&gt; Sandwich first but we will split the bill (Atlest she has brains... :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now both of them at this point ordered their sandwich and had it at their leisure pace, what do you think how did the date might have gone after that? Lemme give you a hint, they were both silent the whole time they were having their sandwich. They neither looked up at each other nor even made an attempt to make a conversation. I am sure they must have enjoyed the movie after that but then again I am not really sure if the guy or the girl might have called up. So the point is really simple, before you judge someone after meeting them (for looks or their behaviour) just give this a thought that there might be more to them than meets the eye. Many people I have known make a great impression in the 2nd, 3rd or the 4th meeting. Its all about how patient one can be. Many I know who are not good looking end up with the gorgeous of the girls that one can have, how do you think it is possible? Smooth talk or patience? Think about it.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-5438130459019259105?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/5438130459019259105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=5438130459019259105' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/5438130459019259105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/5438130459019259105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-judge-book-by-its-cover.html' title='Don&apos;t judge a book by its cover...'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-2771926735160902029</id><published>2008-11-08T13:24:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T13:25:28.077+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates abt me!!</title><content type='html'>“Nehru ji ka kya sandesh?…… hinduon ka hindu desh!!!” Did you ever come across this statement in any of nehru’s speech ever? I’ve read a couple of books on him and I never came across this and its not something that I am making up. Its what I’ve been hearing 2 times a day every day for the last 2 years from the time I moved into my new home. The bad part is that is being told by the so called savior of this country “THE RSS”. Man…. First I used to have a respect for them cos I thought they were fighting for the country but sorry to say that respect is lost and gone. Worst part here is that it’s the small kids who shout this on the tope of their voice so that everyone can hear about it and then disgust about it even more. I don’t say that I am a hardcore desh bhakth and all that but yeah I do believe in the ideology that “Mazhab nahi sikhata aapas main bair rakhna” and I stand by that. Anyways… screw the RSS, what do they know about unity wearing a khakhi Bermuda? So what’s happening with you all out there? Things have been kinda crazy for me here and hectic too. I hope your diwali was a rocking one cos my bombed like anything. Had taken a leave from office to celebrate diwali but unfortunately had to spend most part of it alone. The good thing that day was that I had some place to go to and someplace where I was welcome as well but its not the same when its at your own home. I’ve had a different kind of diwali every year from the time I know of and it was a very simple one. When I was a kid, mom, dad and me would get all the photos of the gods together, I would be in charge of cleaning those photos and arranging them on the cooler anyway that I liked. That was the fun part of the puja cos I used to place the picture of lakshmi next to shiv and then we used to joke that something was happening there (He he he) but then there used to be a look that I would get and everything would get straighten out in 5 minutes. Can you imagine it used to happen every year? Then the most painful wait of my life would start when mom and dad started the aarti. I mean yeah its diwali and all that is fine but why did we have a satya narayan aarti on that day is something which I never got and I don’t think I will cos frankly I don’t care about it anymore. Once that was done it was time for the sweets and then dinner!!!!!!! Now you guys tell me, a 10 year old kid will have  his dinner or go light up a few crackers? Yeah well, that was the routine all these years but its not the case anymore. Diwali comes and goes every year and it dosent make any difference to my life.&lt;br /&gt;I also patched up with a long gone friend of mine so that was fun as well. It was good to be back together after 6 months of a huge fight. Well I figured that life’s too short to just brood about stupid things so why not make the most of it. Speaking of which I am in the process of jotting down my next vacation. It will either be in January or on my b’day in march. The route is fixed Hyderabad -&gt; Delhi -&gt; Amritsar -&gt; Wagah border -&gt; Srinagar -&gt; Shimla -&gt; Delhi -&gt; Hyderabad. My estimate is that on my b’day we would be near the wagah border. Would be a nice way to celebrate the b’day isint it? Have been persuading a few friends to come along so let’s see what comes up. Else its just gonna be me back packing through the north India. &lt;br /&gt;Love life’s going on good as well, haven’t really had the chance to meet up with her lately but trying to see if I can squeeze another “one day date” with her J Its fun to do that. Go there in the morning, spend the whole day there and then catch the last available flight back to hyderabad to think about all those moments once again. &lt;br /&gt;Professional life sucks as always. Read in the papers that Dell plans to start the job cuts again so for sure there would not be happy faces on the floor this time around. You know at one point I was scared of losing my job cos I didn’t see any options outside but now with Obama elected, I don’t really care if I am in or out cos any which ways there would be a hue and a cry about outsourcing and hence there would be more job cuts as let’s face it, he would like to retain the presidencyship for another term as well and getting jobs “back” to Usa would do the trick for him which makes me wonder, did we ever “steal” the jobs in the first place? Is it our fault that we are just plain good at this than them? Anyways, I don’t want to and I am not really  in a mood to start a debate here so let’s drop this topic here. So as I was saying there would not be a few happy faces in Dell anymore which I don’t think even existed ever. Even if there are job cuts, the senior management would go clean leaving the real people who do the work jobless. Met my brother today who said a very interesting thing… “Its only the 20% of people who do the 80% of the job while the rest 80% of the people do 20% of the job”. Come to think about it, I think its quite true be it any industry. Someone in my office had told me another quote which I think is also quite funny. “ An organization is like a huge tree where every level is represented by a branch and is occupied by monkeys. The monkey who site in the top most branch looks down and would see all the other monkeys working and assumes that they are happy but the ones in the bottom most branch looks up and only see ass holes sitting on top of him” Trust me, this statement really made me laugh. A;though I don’t think that its true. I’ve had the pleasure to work under really good manager who really stood by his team come what may and I believe till the time we have such managers’ there’s nothing to worry for those agents.&lt;br /&gt;Health wise things are good but I would get myself checked very soon thoroughly for a head ache which I’ve had for a week now so that’s something that is taking the top priority in my list. Oh and also Poojah (my oldest net friend) gave birth to a baby boy recently. She’s named him Ebrahim. Nice  name but all of us were hoping for a baby girl L Well no worries, we will make him dress up like a girl :P&lt;br /&gt;Well that’s it from me in this post. Sorry I coudnt keep up with the week that was cos time has really been crazy for some time now. Will keep you updated about me regularly though.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-2771926735160902029?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/2771926735160902029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=2771926735160902029' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/2771926735160902029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/2771926735160902029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2008/11/updates-abt-me.html' title='Updates abt me!!'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-4431047202557571138</id><published>2008-10-18T14:48:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T14:50:38.722+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The week that was (oct12-oct16)</title><content type='html'>Don't wanna talk about this week guys but to sum it up....&lt;br /&gt;ONE OF MY WORST WEEKS EVER PROFESSIONALLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;I hope u understand if i dont write abt it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-4431047202557571138?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/4431047202557571138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=4431047202557571138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/4431047202557571138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/4431047202557571138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2008/10/week-that-was-oct12-oct16.html' title='The week that was (oct12-oct16)'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-6743467028032637636</id><published>2008-10-10T02:08:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T03:04:03.133+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week that was (1st oct- 9th oct)</title><content type='html'>From the dates u can see how much I work!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;Was waiting for this well deserved weekend cos out of the 14 days we worked for 12 days with only one off in between and that sucks!! It sucks ur energy big time but that get's compensated a lil bit when ur being paid over time for it :D&lt;br /&gt;1st oct was a OT (over time) for us as business was expecting a shortage of ppl on floor due to Eid that night so reinforcements were called in to handle the job and we did do that but our way :P Chats were less and there were only 4 of us from the team that night, no manager and no TSS so we could pretty  much do anything that we wanted to. Since salary had come in for everyone, we decided to get food from outside and skip the canteen this time. Tried the punjabi flavours from Pizza hut and they were pretty good (Well for me anything in pizza hut is good :D), we moved about in the office as if we were running the company that night and also managed to sneak out a couple of ice creams for free as well, ha ha ha (I paid for mine though). Then came the one weekly off but didnt know where that went. Anyways.... our shift was to change on 4th of october so after working on 3rd came back home and finally got to sleep for more than 8 hours. Yeah i get a rationed sleep cos then darshana kills me for sleeping a long time. Well i agree with her but what can i do? But yeah, i do make a point to have a alarm to wake me up after 8 hours plus I told mommy dearest to wake me up as well.&lt;br /&gt;Well so came 3rd and shift roll up happens and I say to my self "Welcome back to the night shift" but there still was a hope of a good shift the next month courtesy our AM. Shift started at 11:30pm and we were told that we would have to close the queue as XPS chat working hours acc to indian times are till 8:30Am so we thought how hard it would be. What the hell did we know what was going to hit us that day???&lt;br /&gt;Chats went by the usual, there was a lot of avail time and everyone was having a good time, loooking at the new hires and the girls on the floor. Looks like some one left the taps open at 6:30am cos 6:30-8:30 we saw the queue to be completely full. On top of that Aamer said that we will have to close the queue which meant that we would have to make sure that all the customers who come into the queue till 8:30 will have to be taken care of and we were like "What??????????" I mean, ppl who are not used to even stay back for 1 min after shift were being asked to stretch for a god 30-45 min and work :( Sounds bad isint it? Well it get's worse..... there  werent many agents on the floor at that time :(&lt;br /&gt;Well this continued for 2 days and then on the 3rd day we had about 41 agents staffed so that was a sigh of relief. Other days were the same, office-home and all that. &lt;br /&gt;O BTW, my school friends went to panchgani this week as they had a extended weekend which unfortunately eludes me every time. Guess they had fun. Also Divya and Smriti had a night out as well cos they had a lot to catch up with as well.&lt;br /&gt;FInally the weekend came and I took my nephews to "Kungfu panda" I wanted to watch it as well so it was a good thing of this week. Other things happened as well but those are office politics so it can be ignore. So this is what happened this week.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what's in store the next one!!&lt;br /&gt;Till then... take care.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-6743467028032637636?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/6743467028032637636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=6743467028032637636' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/6743467028032637636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/6743467028032637636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2008/10/week-that-was-1st-oct-9th-oct.html' title='Week that was (1st oct- 9th oct)'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-6902948515576119285</id><published>2008-09-30T01:26:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T01:46:01.669+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The week that was....</title><content type='html'>Yeah yeah i know u would ask me how come its the week that was for you when its dead in the middle of the week... well the thing is that my offs are on wed-Thursday which mean that i have to treat them as sat-sun else i end up feeling sick that i dont enjoy normal weekly offs :(. Not a big upside for me but hey, atleast i get to watch movies without any rush and also get to have lunch buffets at a lower rate than in the weekends :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways this is something new that i am trying to start now, to write as to what is it that has happened in the week that was. This way i definately will put up one post  in a week and will face less slack from some ppl i know :D and the other is that i get to share things with u all which again would save a lot of beatings/lines/dialogues from some of you for not sharing things and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.... dont remember much of what happened this week apart from just going to office and coming back that's all. :D but yeah i did go for a unlimited pizza party at Pizza hut (My temple) at 150 per head the last week end with my school friends. (Remind me to introduce u to them some day) For ppl who dont know what I am talking about, every year during Ramzaan pizza hut has a offer of unlimited pizza and plain garlic bread for 150 per head after "Iftaar" till about 10:30pm. Awesome deal for some one like me who can live on pizzas if he has to. Hmm... other than that I did stand in front of the BMW showroom and thought to myself as to when is it that I would even get to test drive that thing. That's about how the weekend went by, swift and smooth like a BMW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week started and hoped that it would be a good one which it was for a change. No yak yak near your ears (I hate it when someone nags me while i work) for 2 chats. Salary come in the account a couple of days earlier as there are bank holidays coming up. Sent out an email to manager for leaves for diwali. Yup! planning to have a good diwali this year with mom and relatives. Had a meeting with our area manager as well this week cos we werent happy about being put into a night shift again for the 6th straight month. Got a few answers which I dont think needs to be shared (Aakhir naukri ka sawal hain) but yeah none of them made any sense as I personally wasnt convinced but since we got a assurance that things will be diff next shift, I didnt say much. Hmm... what else? Food at canteen was the same, BORING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.... since we are in a sort of day shift where we get to see the rest of the junta of Dell it was good to see some really good looking ppl and some really cute ppl in the office. My friends found certain girls HOTTTTT which I would not comment on :P Had discussions about the team outing as well which might be decided in the coming week. Most probably it would be Lahari resorts, who knows. Lastky I came across this blog by "Swat" (Dont know her name). I would recommend it to pplwho would like to read something original and day to day sorta stuff. She writes good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://swatsblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's about it this week with one day to go. Utna concession to milna chaiye yaar.... what say???&lt;br /&gt;Take care till then.&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-6902948515576119285?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/6902948515576119285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=6902948515576119285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/6902948515576119285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/6902948515576119285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2008/09/week-that-was.html' title='The week that was....'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-213803520527731741</id><published>2008-09-16T12:01:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:10:26.017+04:00</updated><title type='text'>After a long time....</title><content type='html'>Yeah.... after a long time i sang a song while it was being played on my cell. I dont remember the last time I did that, I guess i was in a good mood yesterday. Wierdly the good mood was when i was going back home at 2:00 in the night :D&lt;br /&gt;Well good things have been happening, works's all calm and quite, I dont care about the 3 year service award anymore. YUP, I FINISHED 3 YEARS IN DELL ON THE 12TH OF SEPTEMBER 2008. Now waiting for the next role :) Anyways the song that i was singing along was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Tumhari Meri Baatein, Hamesha Yuhin... Chalti Rahe..&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Hamari Mulakate, Hamesha Yuhin... Chalti Rahe..&lt;br /&gt;Beete Yuhin Apne Saare Din Raaat&lt;br /&gt;Baaton Se Nikalti Rahe Nayi Baaat&lt;br /&gt;Phir Wahin Baatein Leke Geet Koi... Hum Likhe..&lt;br /&gt;Jo, Dil Ko, Haan Sab Ke Dil Ko.. Chu Le..&lt;br /&gt;Baatein Suron Mein Yuhin Pighalti Rahen..&lt;br /&gt;Baatein Geeton Mein Yuhin Dhalti Rahen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo..Na Na Na Na Na Na…Oooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geeton Mein Haan Humko.. Khusiyon Se Haan Saja De&lt;br /&gt;Jo Sune Gaaye Woh Hum Se Gaaoon Na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Tumhari Meri Baatein, Hamesha Yuhin... Chalti Rahe..&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Hamari Mulakate, Hamesha Yuhin... Chalti Rahe..&lt;br /&gt;Beete Yuhin Apne Saare Din Raaat&lt;br /&gt;Baaton Se Nikalti Rahe Nayi Baaat&lt;br /&gt;Phir Wahin Baathein Leke Geet Koi... Hum Likhe..&lt;br /&gt;Jo, Dil Ko, Haan Sab Ke Dil Ko.. Chu Le..&lt;br /&gt;Baatein Suron Mein Yuhin Pighalti Rahen..&lt;br /&gt;Baatein Geeton Mein Yuhin Dhalti Rahen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you still didnt recollect, the song is from the movie Rock on and its played when the band reunites at adi's place.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers and keep humming ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-213803520527731741?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/213803520527731741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=213803520527731741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/213803520527731741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/213803520527731741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2008/09/after-long-time.html' title='After a long time....'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-1783242410663775645</id><published>2008-09-06T00:30:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:53:47.641+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>Hey you guys....&lt;br /&gt;4 Weeks and no post from my end!!! Wow, looks like i was busy is it? :P&lt;br /&gt;Well not exactly, there were a few things that came up recently which kept me busy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways was in the office yesterday going through my usual routine when I happened to glance over the bays to see a few new hires sitting and having fun on the floor and i asked myself "What the hell happened in here??" I remember when I had joined, we had a new trainer who was kinda fun but he always picked on me for everything :(&lt;br /&gt;I was the first to give a presentation, first to take a mock call, first to go for the certification and all that but all in all those times were FUN!!! Things moved on from training room to the floor but the fun never stopped. The day I joined the team, there was a Pot luck on the floor where each team got to present their food in their particular way (Of course you still were expected to take calls) and then win goodies. The most priced possession anyone could have from Dell that that time was the Dell Retractor. Pot luck happened and I could safely say that the most fun i had was when i was initially taking calls. Things became more serious once I was put into XPS voice, firstly cos i wasn't prepared to go into that as I personally thought that it was way too early to put me in there which was right cos my stacks for the first 4-5 months were horrible for even me to believe. However it didn't help me create a good impression on my manager then (Jay) cos i was touted to be the under performer and always picked on in the team meetings. Things slowed down to snail's pace, frustration due to lack or performance creeped in and also of the fact that ur manager was behind ur life every time. The only saving grace back then was the fact that I was doing good on CE (Customer experience) which was always above the mark which meant that almost all the interactions that Dell customers had with me were not in vain as they were happy with the resolution or the experience that was provided to them. Trust me guys, no one in the world can help you if ur manager thinks ur not fit for the team. Frustration mounted even more when my manager started to look for opportunities to throw me out of the team and make sure that ended up some place else so that he was safe, even to the point that others got promotion over me even though they didn't deserve it. I still remember a statement of him " Tum CE lao aur fir tum king ho yaar, business will do anything for you then." I should have understood it back then that it was never meant to be. Made some good friends in this team who stuck by me when they felt that manager was being unfair about a certain decision. Moved from voice to chat and the frustration still continued and things started to go over the edge as well when the appraisal came and I was given a BQ rating which basically meant that i didnt deserve a hike in my salary even though things were starting to show a little improvement but i guess that wasn't enough as ppl want a sudden improvement. That rating turned things around drastically as numbers started to show up, CE still remained above the mark which it has been since i have joined this company (Yup!!! Never missed my mark on that ever till now n i am proud of it :D) unfortunately this happened after i missed my grade movement 2 times but hey it did happen. Manager moved out before he could see it and we were put into a different team but things didn't change for me. I still put up a good show day in and day out, made sure that my stacks were important. For those 9 months I didn't care anything that business wanted from me cos i knew that this would just end up things for me. All we concentrated was our metrics. Things are going on smooth now, will try and get my grade movement on time in this cycle and i am happy again after 2 years of frustration and abuse but all this made me realize yesterday after seeing those group of ppl that how much i have missed out on in these years of working here. Friends n family phased away, couldn't be there with them on important occasions when it mattered the most for me to be there. Half the time no one was aware when my offs were nor they remembered when my offs were which meant i was left alone to spend my weekend. I guess that's life in a call center!!! Anyways, looking forward for good things in future. Till then take care, have fun and don't get so involved in ur job so much that you lose out on life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-1783242410663775645?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/1783242410663775645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=1783242410663775645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/1783242410663775645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/1783242410663775645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2008/09/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-6628245101759746460</id><published>2008-08-04T20:42:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:54:28.192+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew........</title><content type='html'>Seriously, that is the only word I can say about the week that passed by.&lt;br /&gt;Lot of things cramped into a single week kinda takes out a lot out of you.... :(&lt;br /&gt;Oh hello by the way!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah its been a long time since I updated my blog but apart from the wedding, there's not much that's been happening right now. Life's again back in the office-home-office routine. Sometimes makes me feel like a dog running around trying to catch its own tail.... :P So how have things been with you lately? Yeah i am asking all of you out there who would be reading the post.&lt;br /&gt;We worked a 6 day shift this week which was very very tyring I must say. Kinda happens when you get used to a 5 day week schedule. So what should I say about the week that went by? First the news that it would be a 6 day week, then went and attended my manager's wedding which didnt disappoint at all in regards to the food (Congrats Aamer), then got a early logout so went ahead fora  movie, watched "Jaane tu ya jaane na" which is your typical movie but the simple characters and humor really did make the movie worth watching which I shall again be going the coming sunday, Had my cousins visit me for the weekend, wasnt keeping well as well. Had and still having a bad cold, cough, throat infection and all that jazz.....&lt;br /&gt;Many have asked me how the wedding was, well the answer is that it was Great!!! I am glad that things went about smoothly without any glitches. Since I am the bro, I had to help around with the arrangements and also to make sure that everyone was looked after well. The interesting part was that I got to wear kurta and also a saafa (Turban) :D Was looking kinda funny but ppl said that it looked good on me so didnt worry about it much. Moreover what was playing in my mind was that my sister had grown up and it was time for her to start her own family. Good thing is that she's going into a good family and I am sure that she would be well taken care of. :)&lt;br /&gt;FYI, i am writing the post with almost closed eyes cos I am feeling sleepy!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Will update you guys later about the office thing as well cos its not been good in there....&lt;br /&gt;PS: Dell management if you are reading this don't worry, I am not thinking of resigning :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-6628245101759746460?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/6628245101759746460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=6628245101759746460' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/6628245101759746460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/6628245101759746460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2008/08/whew.html' title='Whew........'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-8296825199596308007</id><published>2008-07-17T09:50:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T09:38:35.762+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Romancing the unromance (Nice story)</title><content type='html'>\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\Nice story that I came across//////////////////&lt;br /&gt;This is to remind us of the boyfriends, girlfriends, hubbies, wives, or &lt;br /&gt;even friends and family members whom we sometimes take for granted. My husband was an engineer. Since I met him, he was always an unflappable rock in my life. I knew he always had his feet firmly planted on the  ground, and it seemed that no matter what else went crazy, he would be the one constant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years of romance, and two years of marriage later, I got tired. He  was the most unromantic man I know. He never bought me flowers, he never surprised me, and nothing changed in our marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time, I finally found the courage to tell him that I wanted to &lt;br /&gt;leave him. He just sat there, speechless. My heart froze ... what kind of man was I married to that didn't even know what to say to make me stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, he spoke, "What can I do to change your mind?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will stay if you can give me a good answer to this question," I replied&lt;br /&gt;coldly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I asked for a flower that grew on a cliff, and you knew that getting it&lt;br /&gt;for me means certain death, would you get it for me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His face grew troubled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I give you an answer tomorrow morning?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing that kind of answer, my heart died. I knew that I could never be happy with a man who couldn't even give me a answer straight away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, when I woke up, he was missing. In the living room, under a warm glass of milk, was a note. My eyes grew misty as I read it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear, I have my answer. I will never pick the flower for you if it meant &lt;br /&gt;certain death. But before you leave, I hope you can give me a chance to  give you my reasons ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always sit in front of the computer and type about for the whole day, but every time you will end up in tears cause your formatting will always go all over the place... I need my fingers, to do the formatting for you, so your tears will become smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to travel, but would always get lost ... I need my eyes, so that I can bring you to the nicest places on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you leave the house, you would always forget your keys ... I need my legs, so that I can run home to open the door for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never knew how to take care of yourself... I need my hands to help you get rid of the pesky white hair you hate so much when you grow old, to trim your nails, to feed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, that's why I can't pick the flower for you. Until I find &lt;br /&gt;someone who loves you more than I do, I will need my body to take care of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you accept my reasons, then open the door, where I will be waiting with your favorite muffin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With tears streaming from my eyes, I opened the door, and there he stood, with a extremely worried look on his face. He still had nothing to say, but just stood there waving the packet he had in his hand in front of me. And then I knew for a fact that I will never find another man who will ever  love me as much as he does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean that they don't love you with all they have ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-8296825199596308007?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/8296825199596308007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=8296825199596308007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/8296825199596308007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/8296825199596308007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2008/07/romancing-unromance-nice-story.html' title='Romancing the unromance (Nice story)'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-3927165816840524223</id><published>2008-06-29T22:09:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:17:49.366+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going, going.... gone!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey you guys.....&lt;br /&gt;Finally i am a couple of days near to get the hell out of Hyderabad on a much deserved vacation after busting my ass for 3 months straight non stop working at nights.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna to to baroda from here where i shall meet someone for the first time in 8-9 years since i have known them, that's a long time for friendship isint it?&lt;br /&gt;Why i call it a much deserved vacation? Well After breaking my bone late december last year, all i did was recover from that only to fall ill once again in March on the day of my b'day :( which kept me out of action for another month. Trust me its not an easy thing for some one who is addicted to work to just sit at home and do nothing other than watch the day pass by. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways... got back to office and worked non stop for 3 months to earn this vacation so will leave on 2nd and will be back on 14th. Cant wait to see my sister getting married.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-3927165816840524223?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/3927165816840524223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=3927165816840524223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/3927165816840524223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/3927165816840524223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2008/06/going-on-much-needed-vacation.html' title='Going, going.... gone!!!!'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-943470998089763765</id><published>2008-06-25T05:14:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T06:16:43.341+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week full of happiness!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys....&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not keeping this blog updated for sometime now, had updated one but then was asked to remove it cos it wasnt liked. Anyways, I am back with a few good updates from my end!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly is that my sister is getting married on the 11th July which I am all excited about. Finally got a guy for her whom she likes so that's onething everyone is looking forward to. The interesting thing is that this would be the first time that I am seeing a girl getting married and going from our home to another. Generally its always bee the other way round as she's the only eligible girl among all my cousins. Kabhi rona dhona nahi dekkhe to is baar dekh lenge! :D I got a beautiful necklace for her to gift her on her wedding, the first time i have purchased something so expensive, anyways its always been worth it when it comes to her. Ill be leaving for that on 1st July and will be back on 15th. Keep in touch with me on the phone though, will reply back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly 2 of my very close friends have decided to tie a knot after 1 year of going around. If you guys remember in one season of FRIENDS, monica and chandler were going around and Joey wasnt allowed to say about it to anyone, well its the same thing that I was going through. Somehow it felt that I was in the same season of FRIENDS when it happened. Its very hard to keep such a secret when 2 of ur good friends are involved, anyways the proposal happened, she said yes and then there was a flurry of messages that were sent across once the gates opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly I also came to know that I am going to be a mama very soon! :D One of my net friends whom I have known for about 10 years now is gonna give birth to a sweet baby girl (One i want for myself as well....). She wanted suggestions for names for the girl and I have put in my suggestion as  "Sana". Let me know if you have any other names in ur mind. My friend is from a Pakistan origin so tell me the names accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly my friend's sister whom we all have seen grow up from her childhood is also getting married, well that's a few months from now but I got the news this week so I guess its counted in this week's of happiness!!!!! It would be fun to help in all the arrangements for the marriage as I dont have a sister of my own. No worries, will make sure that she get's married in a grand way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and also I came across this blog, you might wanna have a look at it. I liked the way this lady writes, seems as if the things are happening in ur home itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://arundatirao.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://arundatirao.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalo, i guess i am out of good news as of now. Do keep me posted on the names that you can think of for the baby girl. &lt;br /&gt;Take care!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-943470998089763765?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/943470998089763765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=943470998089763765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/943470998089763765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/943470998089763765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2008/06/week-full-of-happiness.html' title='Week full of happiness!!!!!'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-1524976619890462571</id><published>2008-06-04T04:58:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T05:05:23.692+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not tonite honey!!</title><content type='html'>Hey...&lt;br /&gt;Came across this funny joke, thought to share it with you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When girls don't put out!!   &lt;br /&gt; - This was written by a guy ... it's pretty damn smart. &lt;br /&gt;  Girls -- Please have sense of humour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never quite figured out why the sexual urge of men and women differ so much. And I never have figured out the whole Venus and Mars thing. I have never figured out why men think with their head and women with their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into bed. Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says, 'I don't feel like it, I just want you to hold me.' I said, 'WHAT??!! What was that?!' So she says the words that every boyfriend on the planet dreads to hear... 'You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man.' She responded to my puzzled look by saying, 'Can't you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?' Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night, I went to sleep. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to spend time with her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on several different very expensive outfits.  &lt;br /&gt; She couldn't decide which one to take, so I told her we'd just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to compliment her new clothes, so I said, 'Lets get a pair for each outfit.' We went on to the jewellery department where she picked out a pair of diamond earrings. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you... she was so excited. She must have thought I was one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me because she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn't even know how to play tennis. I think I threw her for a loop when I said, 'That's fine, honey.' She was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement. Smiling with excited anticipation, she finally said, 'I think this is all dear, let's go to the cashier.' I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, 'No honey, I don't feel like it.' &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled, 'WHAT?' I then said, 'Honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while. You're just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman.' And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me, I added, 'Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?' Apparently I'm not having sex tonight either....but at least that bitch knows I'm smarter than her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-1524976619890462571?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/1524976619890462571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=1524976619890462571' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/1524976619890462571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/1524976619890462571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2008/06/not-tonite-honey.html' title='Not tonite honey!!'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-389033273529644041</id><published>2008-04-25T23:51:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:32:04.969+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bbq nation...</title><content type='html'>Hey u guys...&lt;br /&gt;Remember the party that i was looking forward to?? Well it finally happened at a place that i was really looking forward to go to and I must say that it didnt disappoint me even a single bit. The food there was awesome and there is a bar to that place as well so in case if you wanna booze with ur food, you are more than welcome to do that. Plus you get a free beer as a complimentary drink :D Well the other's are lime soda and coke but who cares about that when there's free beer??? :P&lt;br /&gt;The buffet there costs about 250 bucks which is not bad at all considiering what is it that you get in the buffet and also the free unlimited kebab's which you can grill yourself... yes you got that right. There is a griller that is placed on the table for you so that you can cook your own kebab the way you want over the charcoal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/SC3uqrCGSfI/AAAAAAAACBE/RzIA-jxBttA/s1600-h/DSC00946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/SC3uqrCGSfI/AAAAAAAACBE/RzIA-jxBttA/s320/DSC00946.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201075561556232690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way... that's not all you get there. There is also a buffet that you can go for which i happily forgot about cos i was too busy with the kebab's :D :D&lt;br /&gt;My bad i guess...&lt;br /&gt;On the whole its a good place to eat if you are looking to eat sea food and some good deserts cos all the other stuff is soemthing which can be eaten at Indijoe as well which is just across the street. Overall a 8/10 should be good enough for that place.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-389033273529644041?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/389033273529644041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=389033273529644041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/389033273529644041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/389033273529644041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2008/04/bbq-nation.html' title='Bbq nation...'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/SC3uqrCGSfI/AAAAAAAACBE/RzIA-jxBttA/s72-c/DSC00946.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-5460304651639174214</id><published>2008-04-17T14:00:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T20:54:35.508+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Superheros' getting bored...</title><content type='html'>Surprised??&lt;br /&gt;Well as interesting the title sounds... the day today is a complete BORE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;In fact to look back... the entire week was a complete bore cos first of all the offs that we got were split which means that it would still be 2 days but not continous like it always is. Anyways the reason the title states "Superheros'" is that there is a poster in my office on our floor which says "Superheros work at night". Seriously... the person who came up with this idea must really be one who's good at what he/she does in the office and also loves it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways its burning hot here and the shift starts at 2;00pm (Wonder what have I dont to have CCO vent their anger on me) and till about 7:00 the max amount of customers that you can handle is just 2. It would be 3 if its ur lucky day and then the logout is at 11:00 which means that for the first 5 hours, I am pretty much doing nothing... sitting by myself and writing a blog like this or playing a game. initially it would sound fun but then again it starts to suck like anything and trust me it really does! How would superman feel if everything was working fine in the world for 10-15 days at a strech? I am sure he would get frustrated and start creating havoc himself or hire someone to do something and then swoop from no where and "Save the day" for mankind. What say?&lt;br /&gt;Saving grace for me though is my cell phone which I am now a days using to click snaps left, right and center! Also one of my school friend has come from US so that's something i can look forward to but most of all there's a PARTY tomm which I am looking forward to cos its a new place that I would get to go. "Barbeque Nation" is the name of the place. Ill make sure I click certain snaps and let you ppl know how the place is. By the way I am excited that someone from China and Australia have accessed my blog... Seems to me that its the Superheros of that world who read blogs to pass their time!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;Ciao till next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-5460304651639174214?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/5460304651639174214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=5460304651639174214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/5460304651639174214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/5460304651639174214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2008/04/superheros-getting-bored.html' title='Superheros&apos; getting bored...'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-3354792316955582537</id><published>2008-04-15T02:03:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T02:30:24.011+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Hey guys...&lt;br /&gt;Yup the title of the blog says it all... I have a question for all of you out there or perhaps most of you or may be the few of you who read this blog! :D&lt;br /&gt;Let me first tell you abt what I do for a living... I work in a call center here in India catering to the technical support needs to the customers of a computer company (cant say which one here cos what i am about to write about is a sad thing so dont wanna pull my company's name in it) which sells computers throughout the world! I am in a chat process so all the interactions that happen are online (thank god for that).&lt;br /&gt;Now in a industry like this you are bound to get some good customer's online and some bad ones which is given! I am sure everyone who works in a call center is fine in dealing with the good and the bad ones but what about the jack asses who are stuck in between?? Now this post goes to all the NRI's who live there!!!! Yes u dumb asses this goes to you! Why do you forget that you are talking to someone from India and there is something called a minimum decency that you need to maintain from your end if you want things to work and why do you forget who and where you are? Just cos u live there dosent make you superior.. remember that. What's the use of abusing the person your are talking to and then expect everything to work? I guess you guys just forget that there is something called adjustment that you need to make.. well how would you know, you dont live here! For you everything has to be bought on a silver plate isint it? And mind you its not just the indians who are born there... o no! its also common with ppl who go from here to study in US hoping to have a good career. While its good that you get to go there and make a good career, just dont start acting dumb that's all we want. &lt;br /&gt;For example.. got a chat today about a computer which was having some problems with it, now I looked at the case history and I could see that there were some problems and  there was one which needed to be looked at but at the same time, that one resolution could have taken care of everything and all it needed was a OS reinstall that's it. Now in India you say OS reinstall and the next question you get is "where's the CD" cos we understand but for that person over there.. the next question that they could think of was "wht the hell is going on and why the hell should I do it". While its not polite to swear at other's, that particular person thought it was cool to swear cos probably it made that person feel more comfortable. Well not a nice thing to do isint it? Some other examples are there which are real classic but I prefer not to share them cos well after all not every person who goes from here is a jack ass... there are few others who are a delight to talk to and a few others whom you can bond with as well very easily and some really appreciate the kind of work that is done here. NRI's please stop talking crazy when calling India cos it really is not appreciated here oh and yes, NEVER EVER ABUSE AN INDIAN WITH A SWEAR WHICH HAS ANY OF HIS/HER FAMILY MEMBER IN IT COS THEN YOU WILL HAVE IT IF THAT PERSON LOSES IT. I know this post can get a lot of flak from everyone but well that's what I think and that's what's here cos after all its my blog right? Moreover I was so pissed off by a chat of mine today that I had to get it out of my system else I would take it out on someone which would again not be a good thing on my part. :)&lt;br /&gt;Do let me know what you think... I would like to hear from you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-3354792316955582537?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/3354792316955582537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=3354792316955582537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/3354792316955582537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/3354792316955582537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2008/04/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-2063439642218160298</id><published>2008-04-14T23:42:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T01:57:01.363+04:00</updated><title type='text'>For the last time "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/SAO6JLuCmTI/AAAAAAAABog/T2sMGUB9bcU/s1600-h/ricflair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/SAO6JLuCmTI/AAAAAAAABog/T2sMGUB9bcU/s320/ricflair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189195862588430642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i know this post had to be made a long time back but what can I do? Raw was aired tonight in India and hence got to see the farewell of Ric tonight. For those of you who missed the match... i would say that it was the best match between ric flair and shawn michaels that anyone could ever imagine! Shawn apologizing to ric before giving him the sweet chin music shows the kind of respect and love that he had for him.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have seen WWE from the time i can remember when I was in Meera apts and I must say that while Ric dosent match up to the kind of athletes that are there now, he sure did have a style and a class to him that no one can ever match up to. The respect that everyone has for him is something that no one can match up to as of now... dont know about the future (may be khali will get respect who as of now is just worthless i feel). Anyways the heartning thing to see about ric's farewell today was the fact that even his worst of enemies (on and off the ring) came out and bid him a farewell which is a good thing considering the fact that he whopped all of them in his 34 years of career at one point of the time. This brings be to one thing that one can look upto... 34 years of such a career and still having the tears when you leave the industry really shows that if u really like what you do, nothing anyone says can stop you from doing it! I've had ppl come to me and say that they dont like what they do or some say that they are being forced to do things... well you guys can take a leaf out of his book and then do what you like but then again do it will full devotion and a purpose. Seriously... 34 years is a long long time for any career to span and one like wrestling can really make 34 years look like 34 life times isint it? I for sure would not like to be beaten around for more than 5 mins by anyone, dont know about u :P&lt;br /&gt;Knowing about him also makes you respect him cos he's not someone who had everything given to him like that... it took years to be where he was and then to maintain it is a big thing. Read about him in wikipedia and you will see what I am talking about...&lt;br /&gt;Here's to Ric, one of the greatest WWE has ever seen! Hope he has a good life. I am sure he would be missed by everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-2063439642218160298?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/2063439642218160298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=2063439642218160298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/2063439642218160298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/2063439642218160298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-last-time-wooooooooooooooo.html' title='For the last time &quot;WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&quot;'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/SAO6JLuCmTI/AAAAAAAABog/T2sMGUB9bcU/s72-c/ricflair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-5607863921654293748</id><published>2008-03-09T15:49:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T15:59:17.152+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally......</title><content type='html'>Finally something which actually tells us guys about what a girl has to go through.... I am not taking any side or anything like that but still "I appreciate her"!!! Tomorrow you may get a working woman, but you should marry her with these facts as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a girl, who is as much educated as you are;&lt;br /&gt;Who is earning almost as much as you do;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, who has dreams and aspirations just as&lt;br /&gt;you have because she is as human as you are;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, who has never entered the kitchen in her life just like you or your&lt;br /&gt;Sister haven't, as she was busy in studies and competing in a system&lt;br /&gt;that gives no special concession to girls for their culinary achievements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, who has lived and loved her parents &amp; brothers &amp; sisters, almost as&lt;br /&gt;much as you do for 20-25 years of her life;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, who has bravely agreed to leave behind all that, her home, people who love her, to adopt your home, your family, your ways and even your family ,name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, who is somehow expected to be a master-chef from day #1, while you sleep oblivious to her predicament in her new circumstances, environment and that kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, who is expected to make the tea, first thing in the morning and cook&lt;br /&gt;food at the end of the day, even if she is as tired as you are, maybe more,&lt;br /&gt;and yet never ever expected to complain; to be a servant, a cook, a mother,&lt;br /&gt;a wife, even if she doesn't want to; and is learning just like you are as&lt;br /&gt;to what you want from her; and is clumsy and sloppy at times and knows that you won't like it if she is too demanding, or if she learns faster than  you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, who has her own set of friends, and that includes boys and even men at her workplace too, those, who she knows from school days and yet is willing to put all that on the back-burners to avoid your irrational jealousy, unnecessary competition and your inherent insecurities;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she can drink and dance just as well as you can, but won't, simply&lt;br /&gt;Because you won't like it, even though you say otherwise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, who can be late from work once in a while when deadlines, just like yours, are to be met;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, who is doing her level best and wants to make this most important,&lt;br /&gt;relationship in her entire life a grand success, if you just help her some and trust her;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, who just wants one thing from you, as you are the only one she knows in your entire house - your unstinted support, your sensitivities and most importantly - your understanding, or love, if you may call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not many guys understand this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please appreciate "HER"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;I hope you will do....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-5607863921654293748?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/5607863921654293748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=5607863921654293748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/5607863921654293748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/5607863921654293748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally.html' title='Finally......'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-2208213846313099838</id><published>2008-03-05T00:19:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T06:14:50.923+04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Doesn`t Get Much Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/R82vwqd-knI/AAAAAAAABgM/SI9An8yp4Gs/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/R82vwqd-knI/AAAAAAAABgM/SI9An8yp4Gs/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173984797487174258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rightly said by Dhoni... It really dosent get much better than this. Beating the world champions in their own back yard and then keeping them away from that one trophy which has been elusive for them till now is not something one would have imagined was possible when the selection committe had dropped Dravid and Ganguly from the one day squad. I would be lying if I said that i was confident about the team's performance of even reaching to the finals but I am glad, in fact very very happy that the team has proved millions of us wrong. Happy that the team gave it back to the Aussie's the way it is supposed to be given back. One happy person out of all this would definately be the man in the picture in this post. The man who had managed to be calm till now till he could hold it no more in him but its okay considering that we slapped the arrogant fellows back on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure though... No country would ever think of using the sledging against India for a long long time if they wanna win any series.&lt;br /&gt;All in all... its a good B'day gift for me in advance! :)&lt;br /&gt;What say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-2208213846313099838?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/2208213846313099838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=2208213846313099838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/2208213846313099838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/2208213846313099838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-doesnt-get-much-better.html' title='It Doesn`t Get Much Better'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/R82vwqd-knI/AAAAAAAABgM/SI9An8yp4Gs/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-5320147773792322338</id><published>2008-02-27T01:37:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T01:37:30.048+04:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>Yeah i know the rule of blogging says that every post needs to have a title but then again the topic i wanna write about is something for which I am sorry to say i am not able to pick a title as that would give out everything I wanna write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways today will write about a movie which even though remotely, is connected to my life and how i met the love of my life... "You've got mail." I was thinking about how we had met and ironically today in the news paper saw that it would be aired on HBO tonight. Made sure that all the work was done before 9:00 so that I could relive my moments as well. As I had said that the movie is very remotely related to my life as I don't own a book store chain, my last name dosent end with the name of a animal (fox however being a catchy name), I actually knew what Darsh looked like before meeting her, I dont have a "Handle" (Username in internet terms for those who are giggling) and also my computer dosent shout "You've got mail" when i have a mail waiting for me in my inbox. However a couple of similarities that I can see with this movie is the fact that we had met online and also that we had to wait for a year before we had actually met in person. Both of us talked for a long time online and ended up spending a lot of time online together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.... things have so changed in regards of people meeting with each other. Earlier times it was trained birds (Still cant make out how the hell can one train a bird to go to the specified direction) and then came dogs, cats and what not!! Then there was a huge huge craze of pen pals/pen mates. I dont recall any one i met who was not interested in that... Then as the technology attained superiority, came the new and faster means of getting in touch with ppl which was the "Online chat" and even this was popular or i should rather say made popular by "Yahoo Messenger". At a given point of time there would be millions of ppl logged into the servers of either Yahoo/MIRc/dating websites searching for their soul mates or just someone to hook up with for a night's fun or anything. But its not always u get someone right away.. there are ppl who used to roam in the vast sea of the internet to search for someone but would find themselves being rejected time and again. Believe it or not but there were cases of ppl commiting suicides cos of this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just glad that i was in the league of ppl who were not that hooked to the internet but still managed to find the right person for themselves, much like "Joe Fox and Kathleen Kelly".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-5320147773792322338?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/5320147773792322338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=5320147773792322338' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/5320147773792322338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/5320147773792322338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_27.html' title='......'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-2733463498710797422</id><published>2008-02-27T01:15:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T01:22:20.004+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another tag....</title><content type='html'>Well since I have been tagged again and also since i have nothing else to do in life in office.... here goes the latest tag by &lt;a href="http://memoirsofmemory.blogspot.com/"&gt;Smriti&lt;/a&gt; (again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Have you been on a date in the last month?&lt;br /&gt;A. Yup! (It was like a dream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What was your dream growing up?&lt;br /&gt;A. To join the armed forces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What talent do you wish you had?&lt;br /&gt;A. Wish I was more atheletic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If I bought you a drink what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;A. Breezer (Jamaican)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Favorite vegetable?&lt;br /&gt;A. Potato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What was the last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;A. 5 point someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What zodiac sign are you?&lt;br /&gt;A. Pisces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.&lt;br /&gt;A. Nope, None whatso ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Worst Habit?&lt;br /&gt;A. Nail biting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?&lt;br /&gt;A. Yup!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What is your favorite sport?&lt;br /&gt;A. Cricket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you have a Negative or Optimistic attitude?&lt;br /&gt;A. Both... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?&lt;br /&gt;A. Well since I know u… I would try and control ur talking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?&lt;br /&gt;A. Don’t wanna talk abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Tell me one weird fact about you.&lt;br /&gt;A. I hate ppl who bite their nails and shabby eating style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;A. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) What if i showed up at your house unexpectedly?&lt;br /&gt;A. Well u would be in store for a good party at my place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) What was your first impression of me? (hmmm...careful!)&lt;br /&gt;A. Well self-tagging here. Not for me to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?&lt;br /&gt;A. Weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;A. Nothing really… I am happy the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?&lt;br /&gt;A. Not Applicable! Self tagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) What color eyes do you have?&lt;br /&gt;A. Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Ever been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;A. Not yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Bottle or can soda?&lt;br /&gt;A. Bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?&lt;br /&gt;A. Lots and lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) What's your favorite place to hang at?&lt;br /&gt;A. Well I don’t hang like a “Bat” but yeah I like staying in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;A. No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?&lt;br /&gt;A. Play a computer game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Do you swear a lot?&lt;br /&gt;A. Na. Do ONLY when I am really really really pissed off at something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Biggest pet peeve?&lt;br /&gt;A. Bad eating style of others’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) In one word, how would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;A. Fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Do you believe/appreciate romance?&lt;br /&gt;A. Oh yeah… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;A. NO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-2733463498710797422?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/2733463498710797422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=2733463498710797422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/2733463498710797422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/2733463498710797422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-tag.html' title='Another tag....'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-827336099202940398</id><published>2008-02-08T19:40:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T19:53:10.681+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something about being tagged....</title><content type='html'>Hello ppl.....&lt;br /&gt;Recently i have been tagged (Still confused about it) by &lt;a href="http://memoirsofmemory.blogspot.com/"&gt;smriti&lt;/a&gt; and was asked to copy paste some stuff in here and then make something about it so here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet &amp; current car) NA NA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (fave ice cream flavor, favorite cookie) Chocolate Nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. YOUR “FLY Guy” NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name) N-Moy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal) Blue Dragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born) NA Vadodara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first) Moy Ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. SUPERHERO NAME: (”The” + 2nd favorite color, favorite drink) The black Getorade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers) Parash Bansilaal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s &amp; father’s middle names ) NA Kant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME: (Your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter) No idea about the last name, Cant say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. SPY NAME: (your favorite season/holiday, flower) Winter Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now + “ie” or “y”) Grape trackie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. HIPPY NAME: (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree) NA neem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. YOUR ROCKSTAR TOUR NAME: (”The” + Your fave hobby/craft, fave weather element + “Tour”) The sleeping cold tour&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-827336099202940398?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/827336099202940398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=827336099202940398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/827336099202940398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/827336099202940398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2008/02/something-about-being-tagged.html' title='Something about being tagged....'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-1095516594618962804</id><published>2007-06-28T09:55:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T09:56:57.627+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumi's take on managing your partner's mood (For guys)</title><content type='html'>Managing your partner’s moods is essential to a successful relationship. &lt;br /&gt;Let’s face it. You and your partner are not going to be in the same mood forever. No matter how happy, cheerful and ever-smiling a person seems to be, they do have an ugly head that would rear from time to time. And you must expect it. Apart from being your lover, you must understand that your partner is a normal human being. Just like you, he/she has moods, bad days, dull days, gray-days. It’s no reason to dislike the poor soul, in fact, these situations are like opportunities to show your partner how much you really love them and deepen the roots of your relationship much further. You need to remember the promise you made during the days of your courtship – ‘to stick with each other in good times and bad’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a lost, desperate guy trying to fathom girls, wondering why your girlfriend acts like an alien from time to time, here are some pointers for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you suspect a bad mood is in the brewing, the first thing you need to remember is, DON’T PANIC. Don’t get worried or over-react. Don’t pester her to tell you what the matter is. Girls can be the most evasive creatures when they are not happy and act like they’re carrying a national secret to the grave. You are not going to get a direct answer about the exact problem, and demanding to know it is only going to make matters worse. Ask once what’s bothering her and if she doesn’t say, or asks you to drop it, then do just that. You need to work on a more subtle strategy to get to the roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Don’t avoid your sweetheart when she isn’t being so sweet. If you are the kind who doesn’t want to face the music and goes away on a long drive leaving her alone, seething in anger, you are only just adding fuel to the fire, when you could have easily watered down the initial smoke. Your refusing to speak to her when she is upset would make her feel that you only want her when she’s happy and that’s the last thing you want your partner to be feeling right? Stick it out, and stand by her until those tears turn to smiles and there, you become the perfect guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Be on your guard. There may be times when she’s really upset, and times when she’s actually playing around, pretending to be. Why in the world would anyone do that, you ask?! Good question. It’s just her way of clearing her doubts/confusion/insecurities. Just a way of testing and making sure you are there for her when she needs you. Learn to be the same and stick to making her happy even if you suspect that she’s putting up an act. Why would you do that? Because you love her, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If she isn’t talking about the issue, she probably needs some time. There’s also another thing she needs, and that’s YOU. Stick around. And while you’re doing that, figure out what best you could do for her. Does she like coffee? Brew her a mug. Buy her chocolates. Get her a rose. Be gentle. Take her shopping. Cook her a meal. If you’re weak in the kitchen area, let her be lazy and order pizza, or take her out for a fancy dinner. Settle down on the couch, pull her into your arms and engage her in a romantic conversation. Throw in a few subtle compliments. Remind her of how much she means to you. If you are out of town, or can’t be with her at the moment, call her and try to stay on the phone until you are sure she is feeling all right. If you are busy, tell her you’ll call at a particular time, and make sure you do. It might take a while to figure out what’s best for your sweetheart, but you’re sure to find the thing that works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Once you have managed to cool her down, approach the subject of concern with caution. And remember it’s important to do this because you must talk everything out. Unresolved issues are like poison to a relationship. Start by saying that you would like to know what’s bothering her, and is she ready to talk about it now? Tell her that you would really like to know what the issue is, and fix it for her. Do remember that women are really not very good at talking about problems, even if they pretend to be. As men tend to get violent when upset, women tend to cry. It’s a natural phenomenon. Like rain and sunshine. So be prepared for tears, listen patiently, get to the root of the problem and work together on fixing it. Don’t be surprised if the issue is as small as you forgetting to say bye before you left for work. It means that’s a part of the day she really looks forward to, and she sees it as something special you do for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a long process, I agree. Does it seem like too much to remember? Too many things to learn? Do girls seem like complicated creatures? Well, yes they are. And if you truly love her you have to accept that and learn to make her happy. It’s tough at first and you would make mistakes, but that’s all right. That’s how you learnt to walk and talk too. Believe me, it has benefits. If you learn to make your girl happy, she’s going to make pretty sure that you’re the luckiest guy alive. Remember, there’s no one who can care for you like she can. &lt;br /&gt;Ever noticed an old, aged couple, loving and caring for each other, full of romance, still young at heart? They didn’t get there just doing nothing. There are tough times and good times, and it’s up to you to make the blessing of your relationship last forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-1095516594618962804?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/1095516594618962804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=1095516594618962804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/1095516594618962804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/1095516594618962804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2007/06/sumis-take-on-managing-your-partners.html' title='Sumi&apos;s take on managing your partner&apos;s mood (For guys)'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-1353278209894567994</id><published>2007-06-16T09:09:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T09:14:02.631+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt;my love this poem dedicated to u ..&lt;br /&gt;i hope u like it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who are you???&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are you?&lt;br /&gt;you have found your way &lt;br /&gt;to the center of my life&lt;br /&gt;to the core of my being&lt;br /&gt;yet your existence so subtle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;who are you?&lt;br /&gt;you can soothe me so gently&lt;br /&gt;disturb me so completely&lt;br /&gt;show me so clearly and strongly&lt;br /&gt;hidden aspects of my own personality&lt;br /&gt;and yet carry me beyond borders of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;who are you?&lt;br /&gt;my most intimate friend&lt;br /&gt;most remote shining star&lt;br /&gt;twinkling to brighten my life&lt;br /&gt;yet remaining silent and constant &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are you?&lt;br /&gt;you who leaves deep within me&lt;br /&gt;and yet me not knowing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-DARSHI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-1353278209894567994?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/1353278209894567994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=1353278209894567994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/1353278209894567994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/1353278209894567994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2007/06/hey-my-love-this-poem-dedicated-to-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-44243975780647451</id><published>2007-05-04T13:36:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T13:47:45.905+04:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you do?</title><content type='html'>What would you do if you talked to me one day and found that I was dead the very next day?&lt;br /&gt;This is the question which I would like to ask everyone I know cos I am sure no one in the world would come up with an answer but show their anger towards this. But I know this isint anger but fear that everyone has as to what if its true?&lt;br /&gt;Why are we here, Why do we make friends, Why do we get close to someone if one day we have to leave everything and go away? This was the question Shiv was asking me as he lay there in the box yesterday. What wrong did he do to others that he deserved this? He was a good guy, very simple down to earth fellow. What was his fault that he deserved this? Is this something that "God" intended? If it is then let me tell him that "HE HAS SCREWED UP BIG TIME". As it is he dosent know how to run the world, by taking out good fellows from the world he aint doing good to the world.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna write so many things in here but..................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-44243975780647451?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/44243975780647451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=44243975780647451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/44243975780647451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/44243975780647451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-would-you-do.html' title='What would you do?'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-7599644802366386339</id><published>2007-04-13T09:27:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T09:36:41.201+04:00</updated><title type='text'>A good SMS</title><content type='html'>Hello, hello, hello.....&lt;br /&gt;Got a good sms recently so thought of sharing it with you (whoever takes time to read this page)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Midnight coffees. b'day bumps, accentuated english, dashing clothes, irate customers, FM in cabs, so much money, so little time, late night parties, mugs of beer, curse the tools, fight for appraisals, die-hard friendships, tears 4 love, awesome girls, nothing missing, just everything. Ppl call it call center. We call it life! We love the way we live. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOTTOM LINE IS THAT I LOVE MY LIFE THE WAY IT IS AND I AM HAPPY WHERE I AM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-7599644802366386339?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/7599644802366386339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=7599644802366386339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/7599644802366386339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/7599644802366386339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-sms.html' title='A good SMS'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-7560255793855872441</id><published>2007-03-28T04:16:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T05:20:05.585+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumitra's experience with God!!!</title><content type='html'>I’m writing this out of what I have seen, heard, felt, experienced and read..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a lesson. We are not here to learn anything. Life is an opportunity, for us to feel and experience and know who we really are. It is God’s way of helping us remember what we have forgotten about ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt the sudden urge to do something in particular? Like eating an ice cream in the middle of the night, or to go off somewhere on a long long walk.. maybe on a beach.. or to watch the sun rise in silence..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, that is your soul asking you for the experience that God sent you here to have. Often we are caught up in the mundane tasks of life like earning money, being successful, and fulfilling the dreams of others, that we end up ignoring the needs of our soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and only you, can listen to the desires of your soul, and make them come true. You are your own fairy God-mother. You cannot wait for another to come up and give you the things you are waiting for. Just as well, you cannot blame another for robbing you of the right to please your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life and God are about love and pleasure. Remember the last time you were so happy that you could not keep a smile off your face? That is the ultimate state of being, and you must always strive to keep your soul that happy. When you feel the urge to love someone, it happens for a reason. It is your opportunity to give yourself the experience. It is your opportunity to pamper your soul. Love is the highest expression of who you are, and thwarting that feeling is like an insult to the gift of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that God never created a right and a wrong. In God’s world, there is only an opportunity and what you experience out of it. That is how God meant us to live. To be free to make our choices and to be free to live through them. Can you think of a time when you chose to do something even though you were told it was wrong by others, but nothing bad ever happened to you, like you were told it would? That’s because God doesn’t really mind any choice you make. God wants you to make a choice and thereby find out more about who you are. Unfortunately, the people around you have forgotten about this, and go on about right, wrong, and fearing God, and create their own notions about what should and should not be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime in life will come a situation when your soul wants you to experience something, but certain events, people and circumstances that stop you from having it. What then is the best thing to do? Should you go ahead with what you want and hurt the people around you? Or do you sacrifice your yearning for them? &lt;br /&gt;I have done a lot of thinking about this. My conclusion is, that you must be selfish for your yearnings, but never at the cost of deeply injuring the feelings of another. Nothing gained at the cost of hurting another living being, can be called a wholesome gain at all. Again, this is not God’s choice, this is only my opinion. But if you were to give up your yearning, it is a gain for the other, at the cost of hurting your own feelings, which can hardly be called a wholesome gain either… Then what is to be done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer is this.. When you know you want something, then never give it up. Never take any rash or drastic decisions either. Do what Mahatma Gandhi did several years ago. He dreamt of a free India and kept at it persistently until the dream was true. And finally it was. When I know I want something, I talk about it to the people who will be effected by my decision. They may not understand the first time, but I will keep saying it again and again, repeatedly, until a time will come when they will finally see the light. I find out what their fears are and make sure those are answered. They will finally see why something means so much to me, and they will finally be able to let go of the fears that are holding them back….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you know you want something, keep talking about it. Keep thinking about it. It will definitely be true. Dreams do come true. All you need is to dare to dream. And dare to make them true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-7560255793855872441?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/7560255793855872441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=7560255793855872441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/7560255793855872441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/7560255793855872441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2007/03/sumitras-experience-with-god.html' title='Sumitra&apos;s experience with God!!!'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-6414199567652925327</id><published>2007-03-19T19:11:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T16:34:09.923+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My fun weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/Rf_UrbzdmVI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ux37yD3HgYY/s1600-h/asterix27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/Rf_UrbzdmVI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ux37yD3HgYY/s320/asterix27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043983950341314898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Ppl, &lt;br /&gt;Ever seen anyone who has worked like crazy for 7 continues days in a call center life ? Well your search ends now...... In case you still didnt get it, I am talking about me. Oh yeah! worked my ass of for 7 days, didnt know what sleep feels like, looking at all sleepy/dull faces day in anid day out but it was still worth it. Surprised ??????? well you should be cos it was meant to surprise you.&lt;br /&gt;Fine ill life the curtain on the suspense, Got to spend my weekend with my love this time. Had been planning this for a long time but for some reason or the other it got delayed. First it was my shift, then it was some unwanted characters in the pictures and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..... should let you guys know that I have been doing a 13 hour shift in the office for a couple of weeks now and before you blame it on the call center for putting me under such a burdern, let me tell you that it is something which i had asked for. There's a training which is happening right now of which i am also a part in the teaching aspect to the guys here. Feels good to stand in front of a group of ppl and tell them about ur experience, train them on various topics and everything. Why am I telling you this ?? Cos it is related to my weekend relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;Well boarded the jet airways flight for mumbai in the morning and the next thing I know, I am holding the one I love close to me. Good times were back i guess ;)&lt;br /&gt;Dumped the bag at college and then went to see a movie which I dont think was a good idea but who cares ? I was with her so didnt matter to me. Then the trip turned towards a shopping mall where we had to do a lil shopping cos a b'day was comming up but you all know that shopping and me dont do together so we ended up reading up a edition of "Astriex &amp; oblix" and haveing a lunch at Pizza hut. Came back to the college and I somehow managed to pass through the "Brutal" security by posing as a college student. Dont know who was more dumb there, me posing as a college student or the watchman believing that I am a college student.....&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, had to spend the rest of the night in the college as some submission work was going on and the entire class was slogging there, was fun considering the fact that we got to talk all night long (Yes ppl, we can talk). The next day was dedicated to eating dahi papdi, watching the other person trying to eat kachori which by the way looked as if it was sleeping in a tonne of ghee and then searching for a place to rest. Got one finally and then rested the entire night (Please read...... ALONE).&lt;br /&gt;For the third day, please refer My Mumbai trip Day-8 as the feelings were the same today as well as they were the day I had been there in November. Since then its all work and no play but that's okay as "THE WORLD CUP IS HERE BABY"!! yeah india played bad but hey, that cricket.... some one had to lose the match right ?&lt;br /&gt;Till next blog..&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-6414199567652925327?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/6414199567652925327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=6414199567652925327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/6414199567652925327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/6414199567652925327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-fun-weekend.html' title='My fun weekend.'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/Rf_UrbzdmVI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ux37yD3HgYY/s72-c/asterix27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-1645777627373128554</id><published>2007-02-09T19:29:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T19:11:32.366+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration means.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/RdCEwlafUdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VXa1lbXPoGk/s1600-h/logo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/RdCEwlafUdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VXa1lbXPoGk/s400/logo.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030666753984647634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebration means......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four friends.&lt;br /&gt;Bahar barsaat.&lt;br /&gt;one glass of chai shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebration means......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundred bucks of petrol.&lt;br /&gt;A rusty old bike.&lt;br /&gt;And an open road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebration means......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggi noodles.&lt;br /&gt;A hostel room.&lt;br /&gt;4.25 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebration means......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 old friends.&lt;br /&gt;3 separate cities.&lt;br /&gt;3 coffee mugs.&lt;br /&gt;1 internet messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebration means......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain on a hot tin roof.&lt;br /&gt;Pakoras deep-frying.&lt;br /&gt;Neighbours dropping in.&lt;br /&gt;A party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebration means......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and mom.&lt;br /&gt;A summer night.&lt;br /&gt;A bottle of coconut oil.&lt;br /&gt;A head massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can spend&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds on birthdays,&lt;br /&gt;Thousands on festivals,&lt;br /&gt;Lakhs on weddings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;all you have to do is spend your Time with your friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-1645777627373128554?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/1645777627373128554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=1645777627373128554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/1645777627373128554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/1645777627373128554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2007/02/celebration-means.html' title='Celebration means.......'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/RdCEwlafUdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VXa1lbXPoGk/s72-c/logo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-3759567694781521646</id><published>2007-01-25T00:46:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T00:48:38.419+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I Know</title><content type='html'>Now I know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The desire of the waves &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To meet the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the sky feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without its moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the belonging of the flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for its own fragrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sorrow of the leaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to leave its own tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the passion of a bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to fly high and higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the caress of a touch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when a dew falls on a flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you love someone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still far apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      - By Darshu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-3759567694781521646?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/3759567694781521646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=3759567694781521646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/3759567694781521646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/3759567694781521646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2007/01/now-i-know.html' title='Now I Know'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-3021471926418873634</id><published>2007-01-04T16:53:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T19:38:53.823+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My mumbai trip (Day-8)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/RdCKs1afUmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aUz1lQGXtCU/s1600-h/train_india.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/RdCKs1afUmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aUz1lQGXtCU/s320/train_india.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030673286629904994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;Now I know how ppl must have felt when the nuclear bomb had landed on their faces or a person feels when a truck hits them. Woke up today with the exact same feeling cos today was the last day in mumbai for me and time to return back home or rather continue the journey to Indore and then back home.&lt;br /&gt;As usual she came to pick me up (For some reason it sounds ridiculous) and we dropped my luggage at Ruchi's place which I had talked to her about and then went for our breakfast which consisted of Raj kachori and rasgullas which for some strange reason were being fed to me rather than me eating them but it was nice, I enjoyed the rasgullas but at the back of my mind was a time bomb waiting to blow at 7:05pm when the train would leave. After the breakfast went to her college, sat there for some time and then met one of her lecturer's who kinda knew abt me. spent some time in her fav place in the college and then left for Ruchi's place to get the luggage. Now since i love travelling in the local trains of mumbai, we decided to take a taxi all the way to church gate. Finally reached Churchgate where we met rahul who came to meet me (or i thought that) and darshana (whom i think he came to meet), Went to McDonalds, spent some time there and then it was time to say good bye to her (Painful thing to do). I dont know, something in me told me to run after her and never let go of her when i was watching her walk away from me but had to let her go cos both of us knew that this would be only a 1 week thing before we get back to our normal lives.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the station, boarded the train after a little drama and watched mumbai pass away like you get to see sand pass away from your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;SO this was how my trip started-passed-ended.&lt;br /&gt;But this trip made me realise one thing though, If you really love/like someone, atleast tell them once before it is too late. I am glad I made my choice of tell it to the person I love the most.&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-3021471926418873634?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/3021471926418873634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=3021471926418873634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/3021471926418873634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/3021471926418873634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-mumbai-trip-day-8.html' title='My mumbai trip (Day-8)'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/RdCKs1afUmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aUz1lQGXtCU/s72-c/train_india.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-2405045795030375033</id><published>2007-01-04T14:11:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T19:36:42.159+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mumbai trip (Day-7)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/RdCKBVafUlI/AAAAAAAAACE/maQ2g-2rMvo/s1600-h/capture_00067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/RdCKBVafUlI/AAAAAAAAACE/maQ2g-2rMvo/s320/capture_00067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030672539305595474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;Well to be frank with you , I had never ever thought that I would be taking out a girl for a proper date in my life which is what I did today. Okay first of all i had no idea what to do and how to behave cos a proper date means that you have to be in a proper dressing, proper behaviour and everything and you know i am no where close to it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways met darshu near the piogen hole and then went to the Adlabs for a movie and did I mention that she was looking stunning today in the blue indian dress that she had worn. God I love India!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well reached there and waited for the ticket counter to open up which was due in about 40 minutes cos we were a bit early like unemployed ppl. To top it all we were so damn hungry that I could have eaten her up and she could have eaten me up if the situation called for. he he he&lt;br /&gt;So were sitting on the steps and were looking at the counter there to open up when this lady came up and said is this a mall ? I wanted to tell her that its a railway station but then I was on a date so had to be in a proper behaviour so told that yes it was.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the ticket counter opened up and we got the tickekts for Lage Raho Munnabhai as that was the earliest show available and also cos she didnt watch the movie. I'd like to comment one thing here though, DAMN THE CHAIRS IN THAT THEATER WERE GOOD!!!!!!! I mean we got the lazy boys to sit on and watch the movie which doubled as recliners. Also got to eat sweet-salty popcorn which actually was sweet-sweet for me. And some ppl are so lazy that the moment they get a comfortable chair, they sleep!!! Well the movie was worth it and moreover my date that i was with was worth being with.&lt;br /&gt;Then had to hunt a place to eat as i had told u we were very hungry, so went to "Salt and peppers" which is near by cos didnt feel like wasting time in travelling and had the most horrible food ever. But the good thing there was that got to talk to each other about some serious things in life which is very essential sometimes cos not all the times life is a merry go round right ?&lt;br /&gt;Then caught a Auto once again (now i was starting to feel as if we were travelling more in auto) and went to Juhu beach (as usual). Sat there for some time, had a stroll on the beach with me holding her near me cos i knew that today would be the last time I would get to hold her before I have to come back to hyd. And then..... since I always have a pic of her's with me, i asked her to record something for me which came out so damn sweet cos no one ever had said anything sweet about me earlier so that was a refreshing change! :D&lt;br /&gt;Sat there for some time, looked at the waves.... and wanted to depart sweetly so went to naturals and had a icecream which again i ended up with a better flavour but it didnt matter cos the taste of the popcorn was still very much there for me. Finally dropped her on the station and came back to the pigeon hole.&lt;br /&gt;Was happy that the day went well and as planned but there was a big big disappointment that this day would not last forever and neither would my stay as i have to leave tomorrow and wake up from my dream.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways let me sleep fine with these memories of today and think about tomorrow tomorror itself. JO bhi hoga dekha jayega.&lt;br /&gt;Love you darshu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-2405045795030375033?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/2405045795030375033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=2405045795030375033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/2405045795030375033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/2405045795030375033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-mumbai-trip-day-7.html' title='My Mumbai trip (Day-7)'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/RdCKBVafUlI/AAAAAAAAACE/maQ2g-2rMvo/s72-c/capture_00067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-288323586361825069</id><published>2007-01-02T07:31:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T19:34:28.395+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mumbai Trip! (Day-6)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/RdCJglafUkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/acQvAtYbP4c/s1600-h/esselworld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/RdCJglafUkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/acQvAtYbP4c/s400/esselworld.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030671976664879682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;Okay so the Day-5 ended on a good note with us shopping around, having lunces, feeding each other and everything but what I was really waiting for was this day of my trip after ofcourse the meeting. Before I tell you about today lemme tell you one thing, ESSEL WORLD CAN REALLY GET TYRING! Thats right, we had a trip to essel world today!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah i know its not something that the normal couples would do but then again I am not a normal person right ? Moreover I had a score to settle with Essel world cos the last time I had been there they did not allow me to get on a ride cos i was a bit small in size back then :D and + Darshu had not been to Essel world as well so thought of going there as a group which at the end of the day didnt happen cos everyone of them ditched us (Which was good in a way).&lt;br /&gt;So got up early today as had to meet her at Borivali station this time, got into the local train which for some reason or the other was a little empty so didnt have to go through the routine of standing at the entarance and then waiting for the ppl to push you in. I dont know why but i find that it is the easiest way to get in and get out of a local train. Oh and one more thing, ppl should try to avoid sneaking behind and try to surprise if they have not done it in the past else they come up with the strangest of looks on their faces which is what exactly happend when darshu tried to sneak up behind me to give me a surprise but as i turned at the right time she had a expression of Tom (of tom and jerry) and as if a bomb went off in his hand. Coudnt help but laugh at that.&lt;br /&gt;So got into a "Auto" once again and went to the place where you can catch a boat for Essel world, didnt knew that it was also a way to go. I thought we would have to take a taxi and everything but the boat ride was quick and fun too. Got to see some really wierd ppl while on the boat and it started with the guys who were selling the tickets on the counter for the boat ride, dressed as if they were resigning today and going to goa for another job and then a group of girls who for no apparent reason looked at my N-Gage as thogh it was a wonder of science out in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;So finally reached Essel World and boy was I excited to get in and get on the rides! Bloody I felt like the retarted Hrithik of "Koi mil gaya". Ha ha ha. Now there we had 2 options, either go to Essel world or go to Ocean park. Choice was easy so after 2 minutes we were in the Essel world and got on our first ride too which was the "Cup's and Saucer's" which by rule has to make ppl feel nausious but for some strange reason I left the ride with a "Are you really kidding me?" expression on my face cos that ride turned out to be one of the most horrible rides of my life. Felt as if half the enthu that I had had vanished then and there. No wonder the park was empty. Nyways, went ahead and found ourselves in front of a map telling us where we were, we were more excited in locating ourselves on the map rather than going on the rides. Well the second ride we got in was the one which goes to a real high and then comes down crashing in a pool of water. We got in the last row thinking that it would be fun which it turned out to be as well and also very very very very very wet. Thought that we would not get that wet as we were sitting at the last cos the previous 2 rides that I saw had the ppl in front getting all wet but NO! this time it had to happen with the back seaters, Just when I thought that the ride was over, about pool load of water drenched us bad. Man why did I take a bath in the morning ?&lt;br /&gt;Nyways got out and sat in the sun for almost a hour to get ourselves dry. Some how that ride got me recharged once again. &lt;br /&gt;Then the whole day just went by going on the rides, watching scared face of darshu on a sight of a monstor ride but the killer blow was set by the Octopus which went round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and finally had me almost puking but thankfully i didnt. Now i know why there were so many ppl sitting near the ride. Just having fun on the kind of dizzy ride that we were in. Ended up spending another hour sitting, falling on a table, talking to each other, having our lunch, feeding each other and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;And then it was the time to go for some skating, YUP WE DID SOME SKATING but it was not some ordinary skating, it was ICE SKATING that we did. Essel world has a ice skating ring now which was pretty good. Spent 1/2 hour there with me skating and my beauty falling in each round which prompted me in naming her as a "....... ......".&lt;br /&gt;Then went on a ride which had us hanging like freakin bats in the air (literally). It started off pretty smooth but then 30 seconds later we were between ground and air swinging our arms like crazy asking the operator to get us down. Boy i never felt so good walking on the ground once again in my life. Then went to a place to play video games buit turned out to be a pub as well. Coudnt resist myself having a breezer there. Had to recharge myself with something cos water wasnt a solution there, Darshu dosent allow me to have a pesticide (cold drink) and then i heard those dreadful words "Lets dance" cos there was also a DJ playing music. I almost dropped the breezer that I had in my hand. Some how learnt a step or two of dancing there and then it was time to go home for her and me to the pigeon hole. Dropped her on the station and made sure she got her train there. Saw the "Avantika express" (bound to indore which would be my next destination) as well which has its stop on that station for a couple of minutes and then thought to myself, Well this dream is gonna be over soon and it will be time to wake up for me.&lt;br /&gt;Over all it was a amazing day today, to think of this my whole trip till now has been amazing till now.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Darshu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-288323586361825069?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/288323586361825069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=288323586361825069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/288323586361825069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/288323586361825069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-mumbai-trip-day-6.html' title='My Mumbai Trip! (Day-6)'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/RdCJglafUkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/acQvAtYbP4c/s72-c/esselworld.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-4740816360432657302</id><published>2006-12-15T13:47:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T19:41:52.108+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mumbai Trip! (Day-5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/RdCLN1afUnI/AAAAAAAAACc/Q74FiuGVGMw/s1600-h/shopping_galleria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/RdCLN1afUnI/AAAAAAAAACc/Q74FiuGVGMw/s400/shopping_galleria.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030673853565588082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;Had always heard that at the end of every dark night there is a bright morning waiting to welcome you. It came true for me today, got a call from darshu saying that she would be comming to pick me up and meet me. Suddenly things all around me looked so nice and cheerful. Felt as if things would be good from now onwards. But before I could meet up i had to recharge my mobile (Again). I had already spent like 2000 on the recharge itself so thought "here we go again". Had done the recharge and was comming back when someone i know tried to play a prank on me but it back fired (he he he). Felt good though to run like crazy after so many days but the downside was that i completely forgot about the swelling and also the fact that i am not supposed to run fast (shhhh).&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it was worth a wait for her. got to see her near the pigeon hole and u have no idea how good it felt to see her in a good mood and that too she was dresses up so nice that i wanted to go change my clothes else i would have looked like a house helper with her. Anyways had planned up to meet saloni so went to coffee day in the fun republic, checked out the games and then sat in the coffee day for sometiem for her to come. I dont know what but when i am with her i somehow dont know what to say. there were a million things that i wanted to tell her today but somehow didnt think it would be good to tell it to her. waited in the coffee day me drinking my "Watermelon juice" and talking about one thing or the other. In there she asked me as to what do i think of her.... didnt know what to say but then penned my thoughts in my cell and sms'ed it to her, yeah i know i am a loser but that was the best thing that i thought of cos that way she could keep that sms with her forever if she wished for.&lt;br /&gt;Tried not to talk to her about yesterday cos didnt wanna ruin her day and her mood with that, instead kept the mood on the lighter side.&lt;br /&gt;Finally saloni came up and said "please do not watch the movie i have been to", that made sense cos she as it is went to a crappy movie :D she didnt wanna disturb us so she and divya who was with her went to McDonald leaving us back to our talks, teasing and our world. Wanted to go for a movie but then it would get late for darshu so went to the infinity mall nearby which by the looks of it was a huge one and it turned out to be as well and the first thing that we do, we go to a shop searching for a shirt but end up doing a shopping for the entire home that we will build for ourselves. (Hope that comes true). After that since i had promised megha that i would get a doll for her, went for a shopping spree for that. I wanted to buy a good big doll but ended up buying a "chintu sa" doll and along with that a couple of CD's for me. Since some ppl had a misconception about how call center ppl are and how call centers work, bought a book "One night at a call center" and "5 point someone" for me. I know not a ideal thing to buy when with ur girlfriend but felt like buying that. Later had a good lunch in the mall itself. zindagi main pehili baar kisiko apne haath se khana khilaya tha aaj, felt good doing that. but the best part was that we were together and i knew that we will be from this day onwards and was sure that nothing would happen now as long as i was in the town. I dont know, it just feels so good and right just to be with her and then suddenly things get all messed up and boring the moment she walks away. Abhi yeh haal hain to what will happen if she one day decides to walk out?&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you with this thought.&lt;br /&gt;Good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-4740816360432657302?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/4740816360432657302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=4740816360432657302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/4740816360432657302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/4740816360432657302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2006/12/day-5.html' title='My Mumbai Trip! (Day-5)'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/RdCLN1afUnI/AAAAAAAAACc/Q74FiuGVGMw/s72-c/shopping_galleria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-6885974902592245186</id><published>2006-12-11T16:36:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T19:44:13.150+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mumbai trip! (Day-4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/RdCL7FafUoI/AAAAAAAAACo/GZEgWBcYgRI/s1600-h/god_test_sad%2520face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/RdCL7FafUoI/AAAAAAAAACo/GZEgWBcYgRI/s320/god_test_sad%2520face.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030674630954668674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry i took a bit of time to write today's events to you.&lt;br /&gt;One reason why i took time was because what could i have written to u about? After yesterday's fiasco, things didnt look that good for me. Anyhow i was at the beach for such a long time, i caught a high fever. Came to the hotel and slep for some time, got up late morning and went to a doc to get the temp checked and it shot upto 103 and i thought to myself, "Man one more degree and ill start talking rubbish in the sleep". anyways came back to the hotel and tried not to think about that happened and what would happen  next but coudnt stop thinking about that. All the time i kept thinking as to what was happening there and what she was going through. Seriously, i had never ever in my wildest dreams imagined that one day i would think about a girl so much. That made me realise how much i loved her. Before this i was taking things as they were comming cos i thought that the 'Love" part would eventually fall into place but its amazing how things turn out to be isint it? And not meeting her today made things even worse for me cos i could not get her out of my mind. tried to take a bath with cold water to calm myself down "Yes even thought i had the fever and everything" but still didnt help so called up Ruchi and asked her wether she was free for a movie or not cos i didnt think i could handle the thinking anymore but as fate was to have it i was to spend the day alone cos she was at someone else's place and wasnt sure when she would be back. Then thought of calling saloni or anyone but then thought "She might be busy with other commitments". Came back to the hotel and spent the rest of the day sleeping or rather trying to sleep cos of the fever. First time in my life i was waiting for this day to finish off soon so that i could call her up and chek with her. Went to the Doc once again at night to check the temp and it was still around 103 (Thankfully, which meant that i would not blabber anymore). Was feeling bored so again went back to the beach, had a good 2-3 hours before i would have go to sleep so spent some time there and then came back. Hadnt called up mom in a long time so also called her up and told her that everything was going on fine here and was enjoying (I cant lie but still tried).&lt;br /&gt;See not a big thing to boast about but yeah got to realise one thing today and i am glad that i realised that I LOVE U MACCHA MORE THAN MY LIFE and nothing's gonna change that now forever.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thats it for today....&lt;br /&gt;Will see you again with Day-5. hopefully that turns out good for me.&lt;br /&gt;Have my fingers crossed!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-6885974902592245186?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/6885974902592245186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=6885974902592245186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/6885974902592245186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/6885974902592245186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-mumbai-trip-day-4.html' title='My Mumbai trip! (Day-4)'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/RdCL7FafUoI/AAAAAAAAACo/GZEgWBcYgRI/s72-c/god_test_sad%2520face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-6266425715336973890</id><published>2006-12-11T16:35:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T19:47:02.805+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mumbai trip! (Day-3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/RdCMjVafUpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zjiE1D6qGJs/s1600-h/Moonlight%2520Fantasy_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/RdCMjVafUpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zjiE1D6qGJs/s400/Moonlight%2520Fantasy_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030675322444403346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today started yesterday itself when i heard those sucky words "We will not be able to meet tomorrow". Looked like as if i was the only one who was going to roam around in mumbai but thankfully Bittu came to meet up. After having out breakfast and a little walk, we thought of going for a movie cos A) It was very hot out and B) We didnt have anything to talk about as we were always in regular touch. Anyways we went to Fun Republic and decided that we would kill ourselves to boredom by watching "Jaaneman" but when he was about to get the ticket, darshu called up and asked to meet up. Now that was strange cos i had not heard her serious on the call and also we had decided not to meet up.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways ditched my bro and told him that i would call him back in the evening and that i had to rush as of now cos she had called. Dude was a bit disappointed but i am sure he would understand. We parted at the andheri station and he went towards churchgate and me towards Virar (Which by the way is a long long long long journey). My luck was such that i had to board the luggage compartment (May be the local trains in mumbai knew that i didnt like them) admist of all the fishes, shoes, ppl who dont have their bath, sofa luggage and lsat but no the least screaming/shouting frustrated ppl. Well somehow go to Virar and waited for a few mins before she showed up. When asked as to where we were going, she said it was a surprise (as if i would know with the name as to where it was). Went to rashmi's place and dropped a package there for her. Then went to a "Beach' which i must say was one of the best beaches that i have ever seen. But the ride till there sucked cos as it is the roads are bad in villages and more over it was a red bus that we were in which dosent have a reputation of being a good one! Anyways back on the beach the breeze was cool, had my love with me what else could i have asked for? But then got to know something which had to have a serious talk and that was that some guy was calling up Megha and disturbing her (i wont tell u the details :p), and our Ms.Phoolan devi was planning to use her "Contacts" to deal with it. So calmed her down and talked to her about it. Glad that she took my advice. Now while comming back one of the most shocking things in my life happened. Some one i know shouted something so loud that this someone didnt know what to do for some amount of time. But that was very sweet when she did that, i wish i were that gutsy of a guy. Well after enjoying on teh beach and after the session how could things be so calm isint it?? Darsh's sis called up and siad something which i believe would be best left to myself and cos of that things got a little bit tensed up. Calmed darshu down as she was shivering like anything, pata nahi kitna dara ke rakhti hain uski behen usko :p&lt;br /&gt;It was my plan to never include any lies in this relationship but the circumstances were such that i had to come up with a lie to save her. after all, cant see her get hurt right? Dropped her to the station adn told her to call me if anything comes up. Well after that came back to the piegon hole of mine but didnt feel like staying there as was very very worried about what was happening back with her so took a auto and went to the Juhu beach at night. Sat there for sometime just looking at waves but that sometime turned into a long time and before i could know, the time was around 3:00am in the morning. I didnt know i had so many thought to think about but i guess i was wrong. And to hope to get a auto was also hopeless at that time so unfortunately had to walk back to the hotel. reached at around 4:00am and went back to sleep feeling bad that cos of me some one was getting a session left right and center. So overall it was a good day but still there was a feeling of being helplessness around me. I guess that is love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-6266425715336973890?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/6266425715336973890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=6266425715336973890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/6266425715336973890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/6266425715336973890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-mumbai-trip-day-3.html' title='My Mumbai trip! (Day-3)'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/RdCMjVafUpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zjiE1D6qGJs/s72-c/Moonlight%2520Fantasy_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-8003383363550952035</id><published>2006-12-11T16:34:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T19:49:53.838+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mumbai trip! (Day-2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/RdCO71afUqI/AAAAAAAAADA/noi6mUjfSs4/s1600-h/McDonalds%2520color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/RdCO71afUqI/AAAAAAAAADA/noi6mUjfSs4/s320/McDonalds%2520color.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030677942374453922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;Lets continue from where we had left off yesterday, So till now i have reached Mumbai and met the one person there who means a lot to me. I am sure you remember that right? Ok good...&lt;br /&gt;So leaving the day behind, I woke up today and thought to search for something which i thought would be abundant to find "a cyber cafe" cos i had to check my mails which other wise would take me a million days to do so. Anyways, before I could start my conquest i decided to stay in the bed for some more time because it wasnt daily that i could enjoy staying in the bed for a long long time which by the way ended at 9:00am as its then that my body started to give out signals that "Boss you are a ill body now- Get to eat something and then have your medicines". Well so got up, went to a nearby hotel which served some bad idly's and even worse dosa's but amazing chutney. Somehow gulped all that and then took the painkillers which would ensure that i stay alive for the rest of the day. So started my Day-2 with a hunt for a cyber cafe which ended rather soon as didnt find any of them nearby and i was thinking to myself " What the hell??? Big ass city and not a single cyber cafe in sight!". May be mumbai could learn a thing or two from hyderabad regarding this. But the hunt wasnt a total disaster cos i got to find a citibank atm and also the fun republic where in i could spend some boring time of mine alone. Checked out the balance in the account and it was at Rs 17,524/- which i think would be more than enough for me. There's also one thing that stuck me while walking back to the hotel, and it was that Mumbai has the power in it to make anyone in the world feel lonely if you do not know many ppl in the city. i mean here i was in a city full of so many ppl that it was difficult to count and yet i was all alone walking back to the piegon hole of mine which i call room 204. Well got back and then had some sleep cos maccha had called up and said that we would be meeting Ruchi in the evening. So had some rest and in the evening at around 6:00 went to the McDonald's at Andheri Station which bought back many memories to me cos thats where i had first met darshana. Waited there for about 1/2 hour (As usual) and then in the crowd found a familiar face and that too of my love but since it was me, i decided to play a little hide and seek for some time so i hid and then had just sent a sms to her. O by the way did i tell you that she was looking absolutely gorgeous in the traditional dress that she was wearing? Man i am sure there must have been a million guys by now would be waiting to get their hands on me so that they can have a chance with her! ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;Also the shocking thing was Ruchi, man she had blown to large proportions! i mean when i had last saw her at her wedding she was this thin, slim girl but now she was like as if she was eating the whole food of the house her self. But yeah it was good to meet up with her as well after a long time. The best part was that she and darshana were gelling well cos in my absense it would be good for her to be with a familiar face whom she could complain about me! :D&lt;br /&gt;So here we were having those pathetic dry burger's and a milk shake along with a coffee talking about nothing but crap! atleast it was for me cos i was holding darshana's hand under the table cos I just didnt wanna let go of her. yeah yeah i know its a bit romantic but still. I mean i love that girl, why woudnt i want to hold her near to me?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways after the McDonald's fiasco and dumping ruchi in a auto, Myself and darshana went to the beach which i some how find very relaxing to go to. i mean any tensions you have i say the best place to go and think about it would be the beach. Anyways i wasnt in any tensions or anything, for me there's nothing better than being with the person u love waling on the beach, fooling around and things like that. More over there was one thing that came true that day, we were having our moon light walk on that day which she had dreamt about some time back. Anyways.... had a walk, talked about a few things and then i heard those yucky words "I need to go". Man i hate to hear those words but unfortunately that was something i had to face so there were went to the station to drop her. But then there was something which happened which i was totally unprepared for! This might sound funny but today was the first day that a girl actually kissed me and to me that's a big thing ok? i mean i have been kissed before by little girls whom i used to play kitchen-kitchen and everything but i definately was un prepared for this. Anyways the realisation hit me when i reached to the hotel and told to myself "What happened just now?"&lt;br /&gt;Well this is how i lived the second day of my dream. Pretty good isint it? yeah i know its been good the time i landed here so.....&lt;br /&gt;Chalo i think this is enough for my diary isint it?&lt;br /&gt;See you on Day-3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-8003383363550952035?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/8003383363550952035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=8003383363550952035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/8003383363550952035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/8003383363550952035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-mumbai-trip-day-2.html' title='My Mumbai trip! (Day-2)'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/RdCO71afUqI/AAAAAAAAADA/noi6mUjfSs4/s72-c/McDonalds%2520color.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-2141483149125108863</id><published>2006-12-11T16:31:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T19:17:26.412+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mumbai trip! (Day-1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/RdCFyFafUfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/o0o-H3VHeuU/s1600-h/mumbai-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/RdCFyFafUfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/o0o-H3VHeuU/s320/mumbai-lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030667879266079218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;Do u know how it feels when u have to wait for something that u want so badly that you would do anything for it and then to finally get it? Ask me about that feeling. Like how you wait for a pen/pencil to touch you so that someone like me can pen their thoughts down as a good/bad memory. At times you know how you are going to react and at times u get all messed up in ur thoughts that u have no idea what the hell is happening. I wish i could say that i fall in the first category but sadly thats not the case with me as i am in the second category. Like a true piscean I had planned out many things that i would say when i reach mumbai and because of which i was in the dreamland till we landed in mumbai but it just dosent happen. Its possible isint it? we plan out so many things when we wait for a moment to come in our lives but then out mouth dries up, you have no control over urself and everything. i know it sounds stupid but the staying away from my love has been stupid all this time. I think thats enough for the intro, let me take you through my journey of those 7 days which i had spent in mumbai. Shall we start? yeah yeah i know you are eager to listen to this but..... never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go........&lt;br /&gt;Day-1.&lt;br /&gt;Well actually i would say that my first day started on the 1st nov because that's when the reality hit me that within 12 hours i would be with the one person who has become such a important part of my life that staying away from her feels like a punishment for me. Anyways, still tried to work normally and tried to get the day going on but the ppl here could feel my excitement and my manager was constantly grinning by seeying my reaction on the calls. Thankfully i didnt get any stupid calls on that day, i guess USA wanted me to go on my vacation "iritation free". At around 4:00am, Jayant said what i wanted to hear since i logged in, "Nikhil, Go into outbounds to complete the call backs" cos i knew that once in outbound it would be easy for me to get the hell out of the office at 5:00am which i promptly did. Then ran like crazy towards the cab and got into the 5:15 cab, reached home at 5:40am and then started to get ready for the trip. there were a couple of things that needed to be put in so did that, called up Ajay so that he could drop me to the airport but the poor guy hadnt slept the whole night so called up Jeevan cos i know he would be out with his girlfriend (lucky bastard, ha ha ha). So he came, dropped me to the airport and wished me good luck (like i was going for a war or something). Since I was boarding a flight after so many years, there was a sense of fear that crept in while getting into the airport as to "What if the plane falls or the tire gets punctured", would they get a mechanic to repair the puncture?? ha ha ha. yeah yeah i know it wasnt a time to joke around but still, i coudnt resist myself. Anyways, got past security and had my breakfast at the airport cos hadnt eaten anything for a long time and also did not sleep. :(&lt;br /&gt;Had a good meal on the airport, in the flight and also got to get some sleep as well (how abt that). Anyways, reached the mumbai airport at around 9:15am and then called up Darshana and asked where she was. After about 5 min I was where I wanted to be and where i had dreamed that i would be for the last 10 months. Face to face with her. Tried to be cool and everything but inside i was so bloody excited that given a chance i would have taken her away and run off to Goa or some place. Anyways, got into a “auto” and reached the hotel which was looked up for me to stay. After going through the take your own time and also the “are u kidding me” with the kind of A/C room that they had and also the notice that they had put up regarding drinks, ladies visitors and what not. Dumped all the luggage in Room 204 and when to have something to eat cos to be frank I was a little hungry but the main reason for that was cos Darshu had not eaten since morning. So had her eat pav bhaji and then went for shopping as didn’t carry neither a toothpaste, oil, deo… NOTHING! Was I on a vacation or a bloody trip to a forest? That was the thought that hit me in the supermarket but that was over with soon. Then talked to her for some time and then it was time to say good bye for today, it sucked though but its ok cos I got to get some sleep and explore the nearby areas of the hotel as well. So this is the story for the Day-1 of the dream that I lived for the next 6 days. Ill tell you one thing though, there’s no better sight than watching the one u love the most after so many months. Makes you fall in love with that person again and again. Anyways, ill write the Day-2 later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-2141483149125108863?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/2141483149125108863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=2141483149125108863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/2141483149125108863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/2141483149125108863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-mumbai-trip-day-1.html' title='My Mumbai trip! (Day-1)'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/RdCFyFafUfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/o0o-H3VHeuU/s72-c/mumbai-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-114840623430371283</id><published>2006-05-23T21:43:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T21:57:42.323+04:00</updated><title type='text'>If....</title><content type='html'>If you are in front of me,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to blink my eyes&lt;br /&gt;So that I can catch u in my eyes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are talking to me,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to listen to u &amp; nothing else&lt;br /&gt;So that I can store your voice in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are walking with me,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want that road to end&lt;br /&gt;So that I can be with you till eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are laughing together,&lt;br /&gt;I want that moment to freeze&lt;br /&gt;So that I can always see you happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are together even for a moment,&lt;br /&gt;I want time to stop&lt;br /&gt;So that I can be with u till I die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-114840623430371283?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/114840623430371283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=114840623430371283' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/114840623430371283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/114840623430371283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2006/05/if.html' title='If....'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-114763226377500592</id><published>2006-05-14T17:41:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T17:06:24.756+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitch</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;Me is back with a blog finally. got some free time as mom's gone out with her friends, was watching "Hitch". For those who dont know about the movie, its about a guy Alex Hitchens played by Will smith who is a "date doctor" and would help u get ur girl. Cute movie with basic principles, THERE ARENT ANY!&lt;br /&gt;But there's a line in the movie that i liked.... "Does it ever occur to a girl that a guy  might be genuinly interested in her but dosent have the courage to just walk up to her and say I LIKE U". Not trying to be a love guru here but yeah isint it true for almost everyone of us?? Prove me wrong if u can cos i know u cant.&lt;br /&gt;The day i had met my girl for the first time i coudnt even open up my mouth to say anything but yeah as the time passes things got alone smoothly. I guess that the key, i guess we should not start judging ppl the moment we see them cos he/she might not turn out the way we had imagined.. what say??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-114763226377500592?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/114763226377500592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=114763226377500592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/114763226377500592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/114763226377500592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2006/05/hitch.html' title='Hitch'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-114733546868035290</id><published>2006-05-11T11:49:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T12:17:48.686+04:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday</title><content type='html'>O My God! this is the only way i can describe how yesterday went by....&lt;br /&gt;i had no idea that a day could get so boring that u would end up sleeping practically the whole day.... after the dosa treat there was nothing to do till about 1:00pm when thankfully Darshana came online (my saviour), got to talk to her... also gave her some gyan. Bas, baki personal batein hain :D o and also got to play a game at 2:00 in the morning but ill let my friend tell u the details when she starts to blog. still waiting for u nishi..........................................&lt;br /&gt;Anyways got to meet up wiht friends in the night and went tohave some biryani (again) but the best part was when the bill came, the first thing was who will pay it... the three of us looking at each other's faces but we ended up paying the bill in chillar 60-50-50 and then ran out of there cos we didnt have enough money to tip the waiter.&lt;br /&gt;Well mum came back today and i have to go to office too! Man 5 days of khit-pit once again but the best part is that after that i have 2 days to relax so thats a compliment there! well i had sent this link to ppl to read the blogs but they were like "what the hell do we do with it", well not their fault.. they are too hooked up to orkut to go to any other website right now but i am sure kabhi to bore hokar yahan par aayenge to zarror and when they come, damn leave some comments cos those will be the only proof that u were here.. understood?&lt;br /&gt;But there's one thing that i can be proud of... i finally got some one hooked up to blogging... PREET WELCOME TO BLOG WORLD DUDE!!!!!!! oh he's a DJ by the way and a good one too, we had a lot of fun in our office party when he was the DJ, got to know later that more than half of his cd's werent working but he still managed to rock the party.. dude remember the flute song that was fun!!!! hope to hear u DJ soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-114733546868035290?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/114733546868035290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=114733546868035290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/114733546868035290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/114733546868035290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2006/05/yesterday.html' title='yesterday'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-114719683112747102</id><published>2006-05-10T10:13:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T21:47:11.133+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My first time</title><content type='html'>hey fellow bloggers,&lt;br /&gt;This is Nikhil and this is my first time blogging, actually the only time i am blogging cos all my friends were going hoopla about blooging so wanted to see what the heck was all the runkus about. Must tell u, kinda finding it interesting cos u can write what ever u want to and then wait for the replies on what other think about it. Looks like we have ourselves a space to have our very own debate is it fellows?????&lt;br /&gt;Anyways what should i talk about... strange isint it, all day long u think about so many things and when the time comes to pen down ur thoughts u go blank and u dont know what to do or write in here. Same thing with me too, but come on guys give me some time.. its my first time so gimme a break will ya!&lt;br /&gt;As of now ill just say that i am working for DELL and its a fantastic place to be in, anyone who disagrees with it is welcome to have a argument with me cos i am dead sure i can win this one... :D&lt;br /&gt;laters&lt;br /&gt;Nik&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-114719683112747102?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/114719683112747102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=114719683112747102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/114719683112747102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/114719683112747102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-first-time.html' title='My first time'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27819241.post-114723058362292008</id><published>2006-05-10T06:56:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T19:16:26.601+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/RdCE_1afUeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q_LiyZzKq4Y/s1600-h/masala_dosa_M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/RdCE_1afUeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q_LiyZzKq4Y/s320/masala_dosa_M.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030667015977652706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back.....&lt;br /&gt;well mum has gone out of station for a day and today has to be the day when i have to be so hungry that i could eat u alive! woke up at 5:30am and since then was thinking  what to eat or cook... but those of u who know me cooking is not my kinda thing so i thought of suffering empty stomach till 8:00am and then would reach out to my good clothes and go to the guy who puts up his stall every day at this time and who knows how i like my food (chilly wise), mind u indian food is too spicy and i am sure that most of u would crave for water if u had it. Anyways, went down to him and he was just setting up his stall so had to wait for 5 min which by no means was easy for me cos i would have passed out any min but yeah the wait was fruitful and i got to eat DOSA! now for those who are wondering what the heck a dosa is... lemme tell u, its a circular dish which is not fried and is not baked but is made on a frying pan and is one of the most popular dish in these parts of INDIA! well had a couple of those and the feeling that overtook me after that was indescribeble, it was like i am standing on the top of the world.  See this is how i suppose the saying came up "sabr ka phal meetha hota hain" but in my case its "sabr ka phal dosa hota hain"!!!&lt;br /&gt;well the day has just started and i have a million things to do so ill catch up with u later!&lt;br /&gt;Nik&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27819241-114723058362292008?l=hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/feeds/114723058362292008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27819241&amp;postID=114723058362292008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/114723058362292008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27819241/posts/default/114723058362292008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyderabadipotta.blogspot.com/2006/05/dosa.html' title='Dosa'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12024705447640855528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DVonG5QjSVk/RdCE_1afUeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q_LiyZzKq4Y/s72-c/masala_dosa_M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
