<?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-6536988</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:16:33.248-07:00</updated><category term='Migration'/><category term='peta'/><category term='eserved'/><category term='Time'/><category term='Waters in Mumabi'/><title type='text'>A whole lotta Attitude</title><subtitle type='html'>Lost in Time, and searching for something i havent found, finding something i don't want</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-2776079139505321904</id><published>2007-02-13T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T07:36:41.410-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Migration'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am evaluating moving to WordPress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The id remains the same.. the link changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sinurge.wordpress.com"&gt;http://sinurge.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The UI rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-2776079139505321904?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/2776079139505321904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/2776079139505321904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2007/02/am-evaluating-moving-to-wordpress.html' title=''/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-7096661812280020875</id><published>2007-02-08T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T02:40:02.669-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waters in Mumabi'/><title type='text'>Waters coming to town</title><content type='html'>Floyd is coming to town, not everyone just waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man am so ecstatic dont have the words to say. But wait didnt i tell my friends am coming wid them to go, but i dont have the leave to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandeep on sunday was saying every few minutes, Floyd's coming to town and the others were arent ya like coming to Goa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the last time floyd came to Bangalore, i was jumping a month before, told me mom that i am going to bangalore and all, she even gave me the Rs 900 bucks for the ticket. I dont know what came over me though i didnt go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow goa dosent compare much to floyd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember 12th grade exams when i used to put wall 1 and 2 in both decks. listen a song before going to  exams and after coming back heard both the cassetes back and forth. The cassetes got worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i have guess made a decison - am going to the concert. Goa can wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-7096661812280020875?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/7096661812280020875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/7096661812280020875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2007/02/waters-coming-to-town.html' title='Waters coming to town'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-5166071887927831133</id><published>2006-12-31T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T02:40:02.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New years ....................flash back and new plans</title><content type='html'>Yippee another reason to party. Its the end of the year again. Partying at Karjat this time at a friends place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyways lets take a flashback to the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got into MBA School&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fell outta love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Planned to get a car didnt get that&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Completed my long overdue drivers training.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Passed my Masters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all think year was that great, good times galore and rocked round the clock.Hope to do that same next year&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm time for new year wishes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get an Ipod&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;new Music Speakers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read more books and watch World Cinema.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish Semester 2 and 3 with Flying colors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perform exceptionally well at work and get a big fat pay check&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Target - Sr Manager Position by April 2008&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-5166071887927831133?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/5166071887927831133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/5166071887927831133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-years-flash-back-and-new-plans.html' title='New years ....................flash back and new plans'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-7773242001710606752</id><published>2006-12-26T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T10:03:37.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Search for the dingiest bar #3</title><content type='html'>Currently we on a mission. We are in the search of the dingiest bar in town. Lol the people in search of Love, Food etc, we are in the search of the worst lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lo behold there are many. We went to this place nearby. After a ride of like 15 mins we found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place was small, but hey they had an upper floor which was an open air wid a big asbestos roof on top. For lightin there was wow one bulb for like 500 sq feet. Now thats energy efficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was like nothing to talk about. The rest was alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating - 4/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the moment - Deep Purple - Highway star.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-7773242001710606752?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/7773242001710606752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/7773242001710606752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/12/currently-we-on-mission.html' title='Search for the dingiest bar #3'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-2008962141498934973</id><published>2006-12-20T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T10:30:43.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late to work</title><content type='html'>i came late cuz i left late yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now where have you heard before, if you are a manager perharps one of your subourdinates used it before, hell i used it before as well(i regret the use of it though, no excuses though). When you hear it first time you kinda rule it as a one of thingie, then it starts to get wierd when the thing comes again and again from people, hey i cant make to work early cuz i left late yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time its geniune, the more time it happens the more it sounds a case of bad time management&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-2008962141498934973?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/2008962141498934973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/2008962141498934973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-came-late-cuz-i-left-late-yesterday.html' title='Late to work'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-3222138334200828763</id><published>2006-12-19T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T10:11:30.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time'/><title type='text'>catching time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Am i the only one in this world who think we dont have time to things. Gosh 24 seems to be so little time to do things. Last year i promised myself, would have some more time to myself where i could read, write some crappy but some stuff on music. The ideas are all there, there aint the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time mgmt. didnt i like go for that training. Yet learning that seems so easy yet doing the same looks so damm difficult. I make this thing to do list at work. Works almost most of the time. Results vary but what the heck there are results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do u do for personal Life. Doing a thing to do seldom works. Havent read a book in some time a cool book that is. How do you say NO to many things you dont want to do and YES to things you wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to do and so little time. Can someone move the clock to 48hrs a day keeping a status quo on current activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Song for the moment - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pink Floyd&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt; - &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-3222138334200828763?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/3222138334200828763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/3222138334200828763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/12/catching-time.html' title='catching time'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-8435790384467004961</id><published>2006-11-30T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T08:21:34.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Statues of Violence.</title><content type='html'>I fucking dont understand what incites people to burn public property... and tat too for maybe some so called desecration of some statue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the dead are more worthy than the many living.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know this . fucking morons ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like a nightmare coming home from office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change trains.. look for transport...fucking nonsense. Anybody has a problem with this.. fuck offf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-8435790384467004961?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/8435790384467004961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/8435790384467004961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/11/statues-of-violence.html' title='Statues of Violence.'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-2986112447117619220</id><published>2006-11-22T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T10:23:41.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virus Attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got a hit from a new virus in town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got a link on Y! from a friend and clicked it. I asked if it was from her and she said no. I knew i was in trouble. Then my firewall says some programs need perm to access. I said NO ..... too late &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Start -&gt;Run option blocked says no perm to run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Task Manager blocked .. no perm to run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;IE home page set to something else. cannot edit, blacked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;The med for this infection is from the ole time fav. Hijackthis and Spybot Search and Destroy. you will need both of these and some tech knowledge to figure which ones to remove, but here is the list of things&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You need to find the file for this infection. You will know with a lil R&amp;amp;D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spybot will help ya find the other culprit if possible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got em and friend the damm virus's ass to the netherworld where it might wanna Rust in pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-2986112447117619220?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/2986112447117619220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/2986112447117619220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/11/virus-attack.html' title='Virus Attack'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-3200715538992695530</id><published>2006-11-21T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T09:57:56.372-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eserved'/><title type='text'>e-serve(d) bad to citi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you wanna give an example of a how money was wasted on a lousy ad, here it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Watch the eserve now changed to citigroup global services.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like i care!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but whateva the ad could have been made a thousand times better. Lossen up ur wallets citi ...chindi chors... and make some good ads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, if its like a really expensive AD then lolz get a new advertising company, this ones rippin ya off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-3200715538992695530?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/3200715538992695530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/3200715538992695530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/11/real-waster-of-money-on-ad.html' title='e-serve(d) bad to citi'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-6695223775501865239</id><published>2006-11-21T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T09:48:47.240-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peta'/><title type='text'>P.E.T.ALS</title><content type='html'>Here is a nice way to says Peta(ls)&lt;br /&gt;P - People&lt;br /&gt;E - Eat&lt;br /&gt;T - Tasty&lt;br /&gt;ALS - Animals&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-6695223775501865239?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/6695223775501865239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/6695223775501865239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/11/petals.html' title='P.E.T.ALS'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-116089251668812080</id><published>2006-10-14T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T23:08:36.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube and the next big Idea</title><content type='html'>One simple idea and 20 months earns a cool 670 Million USD. Now thats something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-116089251668812080?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/116089251668812080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/116089251668812080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/10/youtube-and-next-big-idea.html' title='YouTube and the next big Idea'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-116089238615553941</id><published>2006-10-14T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T23:06:26.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideas for RTI</title><content type='html'>Wonder any one has filed a petition for why there are no voice announcements in the Central Railway trains. The speakers came like years back but I don't see no voice coming thru em.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-116089238615553941?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/116089238615553941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/116089238615553941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/10/ideas-for-rti.html' title='Ideas for RTI'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-115860534806770460</id><published>2006-09-18T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T11:49:08.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are RUDE people</title><content type='html'>Bombay is no longer the city of Gentlemen and the ladies. Its now a city of paan spitters and numb nuts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-115860534806770460?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/115860534806770460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/115860534806770460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/09/we-are-rude-people.html' title='We are RUDE people'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-115739079407213477</id><published>2006-09-04T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T10:26:34.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glycerine - Bush</title><content type='html'>Must be your skin that I'm sinkin in &lt;br /&gt;Must be for real cause now I can feel &lt;br /&gt;and I didn't mind &lt;br /&gt;it's not my kind &lt;br /&gt;not my time to wonder why &lt;br /&gt;everything's gone white &lt;br /&gt;and everything's grey &lt;br /&gt;now your here now you away &lt;br /&gt;I don't want this &lt;br /&gt;remember that &lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget where your at &lt;br /&gt;don't let the days go by &lt;br /&gt;glycerine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never alone &lt;br /&gt;I'm alone all the time &lt;br /&gt;are you at one &lt;br /&gt;or do you lie &lt;br /&gt;we live in a wheel &lt;br /&gt;where everyone steals &lt;br /&gt;but when we rise it's like strawberry fields &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I treated you bad &lt;br /&gt;you bruise my face &lt;br /&gt;couldn't love you more &lt;br /&gt;you got a beautiful taste &lt;br /&gt;don't let the days go by &lt;br /&gt;could have been easier on you &lt;br /&gt;I coudn't change though I wanted to &lt;br /&gt;could have been easier by three &lt;br /&gt;our old friend fear and you and me &lt;br /&gt;glycerine (repeat) &lt;br /&gt;don't let the days go by &lt;br /&gt;glycerine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed you more &lt;br /&gt;when we wanted us less &lt;br /&gt;I could not kiss just regress &lt;br /&gt;it might just be &lt;br /&gt;clear simple and plain &lt;br /&gt;that's just fine &lt;br /&gt;that's just one of my names &lt;br /&gt;don't let the days go by &lt;br /&gt;could've been easier on you &lt;br /&gt;glycerine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-115739079407213477?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/115739079407213477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/115739079407213477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/09/glycerine-bush.html' title='Glycerine - Bush'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-115730775452395894</id><published>2006-09-03T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T11:22:34.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casablanca...famous words</title><content type='html'>Of all the ginjoints, in all the towns, in all the world ... she walks into mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-115730775452395894?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/115730775452395894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/115730775452395894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/09/casablancafamous-words.html' title='Casablanca...famous words'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-115720484229498269</id><published>2006-09-02T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T06:56:30.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironical views</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The last two weeks have like been 2 completly opposite weeks of my life. The first started with such optimism and feel good factor. This had nothng to do with me picking up a new job and that that the weekend was gonna be the last day @ my old place. It was kinda like maybe i was starting to like someone. Its been some time since i have felt that before. I wanted to like grab a bunch of flowers go up to her house and wish her a good morning every day. It wasnt doable but whatz the problem in thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Push forward for the next week, the optimism died and a sense of not knowing whatz gonna happen next started. The whole weeks gone with that sense of pessimism. Will that text come today, will that call come today. when it came i was like cool, exicted when it didnt i became sad. offcourse i am a guy, am not supposed to show my hurt right so am not showing. Pull my chest up and stand up like a man was what da phy ed prof told in school. I am following that. Well guess thinking, when its too good to be true guess it aint. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They say i think too much, wait dont i tell that to everyone around me when they are going thru a bad phase like dude, it aint that bad as u think it is....should i be thinking that..am i making a hill of a small hole................................... only time know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-115720484229498269?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/115720484229498269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/115720484229498269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/09/ironical-views.html' title='Ironical views'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-115480614792554439</id><published>2006-08-05T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T12:29:10.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Inc..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I dont really dream, meaning i guess i dont really remember my dreams  when i wake up so i dont know if i dream or not. this is one of the  few times i have ever woken up during a dream and remembered it  atleast partly. I am claustrophoic so therefore i cant speeds and  heights..god know how i got used to going 10 floors in the elavator at  work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the dream was -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was walking to te ledge of a tall bldg and i suddenly turned to a  bird. dont know if it was a kite or a crow.or anyting else but it was  a bird of prey. As i jumped off the ledge i felt the adrelaline rush  as i do when the lift pulls off to the 10th floor. i flew for a few  seconds then woke up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was going on in my head i wonder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-115480614792554439?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/115480614792554439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/115480614792554439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/08/dreams-inc.html' title='Dreams Inc..'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-115384328569572619</id><published>2006-07-25T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T09:01:25.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My $tate rite now</title><content type='html'>This is how am feeling rite now.. Da last part of July has been going down da hill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yesterdays Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;(Arkeen / James / Billy / Rose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, there was so many things&lt;br /&gt;I was never told&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm startin' to learn&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm growing old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause yesterday's got nothin' for me&lt;br /&gt;Old pictures that I'll always see&lt;br /&gt;Time just fades the pages&lt;br /&gt;In my book of memories&lt;br /&gt;Prayers in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;And no hand in destiny&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep on movin' along&lt;br /&gt;With no time to plant my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause yesterday's got nothin' for me&lt;br /&gt;Old pictures that I'll always see&lt;br /&gt;Some things could be better&lt;br /&gt;If we'd all just let them be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's got nothin' for me&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's got nothin' for me&lt;br /&gt;Got nothin' for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, there was so many things&lt;br /&gt;I was never shown&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly this time I found&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the streets and I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's got nothin' for me&lt;br /&gt;Old pictures that I'll always see&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got time to reminisce old novelties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's got nothin' for me&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's got nothin' for me&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's got nothin' for me&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-115384328569572619?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/115384328569572619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/115384328569572619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-tate-rite-now.html' title='My $tate rite now'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-115272838972271914</id><published>2006-07-12T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T11:19:49.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damm.............. Fuck the terrorists</title><content type='html'>Another day .. and anothe blast..make that 7 in all...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the terrorists who did this..what sotta person does this..what fucked up mind wants to do this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-115272838972271914?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/115272838972271914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/115272838972271914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/07/damm-fuck-terrorists.html' title='Damm.............. Fuck the terrorists'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-115063319615613844</id><published>2006-06-18T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T05:19:56.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sterling no more</title><content type='html'>I was wondering why there are no movies being screened in sterling. always the best for movies and really cheap than those obnoxious multiplexes. No movies were being heard of being screened. Yesterday wheni went to watch MI 3 i went to take a stroll along that place.i cant do that everytime cant i .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i say i was like shellshocked...people working on it.. i asked one of them..A passerby told me a multiplex was being built there.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a tear in my eye i coudnt believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best theatres in the whole of mumbai (regal, empire, eros) being the rest is gone...and i see the rest of the quad going shortly.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-115063319615613844?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/115063319615613844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/115063319615613844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/06/sterling-no-more.html' title='Sterling no more'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-114873679640151220</id><published>2006-05-27T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T06:33:16.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good one - &gt; Manmohan singh and George Bush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="q"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Manmohan Singh to Bush – We are sending Indians to the moon next year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#000080" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Bush – Wow! How Many?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Manmohan Singh &amp;nbsp;- &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#000080" size="2"&gt;Total &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;100 &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#000080" size="2"&gt;;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;25 - OBC&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;25 - SC&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;20 - ST&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="q"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;5 - Handicapped&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;5 - Sports Persons&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="q"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;5 - Terrorist Affected &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="q"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;5 - Kashmiri Migrants&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;9 - Politicians&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;and if possible&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt; 1 – Astronaut&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Courier New" size="3"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-114873679640151220?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/114873679640151220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/114873679640151220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/05/good-one-manmohan-singh-and-george.html' title='Good one - &gt; Manmohan singh and George Bush'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-114870158558650320</id><published>2006-05-26T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T20:46:25.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeh Din bhi ayeega</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shadofax/153124028/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/68/153124028_3da6424b58_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shadofax/153124028/"&gt;image001&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/shadofax/"&gt;ShadofaX&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;sorry for the earlier goof up....loading the picture here&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-114870158558650320?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/114870158558650320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/114870158558650320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/05/yeh-din-bhi-ayeega.html' title='Yeh Din bhi ayeega'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-114857581836246532</id><published>2006-05-25T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T09:50:18.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeh Din Ayega......</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shadofax/153124028/" title="Yeh Din Ayyeega" border="1" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-114857581836246532?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/114857581836246532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/114857581836246532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/05/yeh-din-ayega.html' title='Yeh Din Ayega......'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-114734914627045819</id><published>2006-05-11T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T05:05:46.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its going crazy season again. Am out my exams period and man it feels nice to be free. I am not gonna achive anything in those exams and am not bothered to give it since am a lousy person to clear em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to free falling..now and thats how my life seems to be free fallin..straight into nowhere. The song has changed to Best of you..by Dave Grohl band after nirvana Foo Fighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has someone taking your faith&lt;br /&gt;its real, the pain you must feel&lt;br /&gt;you trust you must confess&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best&lt;br /&gt;the best, the best of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of you - Foo Fighters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-114734914627045819?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/114734914627045819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/114734914627045819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-going-crazy-season-again.html' title=''/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-114553942048378484</id><published>2006-04-20T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T06:23:40.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another RESERVE talk</title><content type='html'>Hey Politico,&lt;br /&gt;What say ..how abt u say u want reservation in my life too.. I am from general category. You have reservation in public sector industries. You want reservation in Central Universities and now in Private sector too. So its a good oppurtunity and ask the same in my life too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-114553942048378484?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/114553942048378484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/114553942048378484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-reserve-talk.html' title='Another RESERVE talk'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-114450007329296625</id><published>2006-04-08T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T05:41:13.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets RESERVE some more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another rotten step by a arse face...and inept government to have 27% reservation in all central universities. Making life miserable for general category students is a favorite passtime for the back bending politicians. Towed by rising minority parties they have learnt that doing this would make the electorate (read reserved category) very  happy and vote for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is would you want your universities to be filled 50% wit people who dont secure enough marks but get thru cause they are from a particular caste. Are you telling the students of the class that 50% of the batchmates could be those whose probably didnt deserve the seat but got in. What are telling students who didnt get in becuase they missed the mark by a few points of a percentage..that they could have got in only that some other students who got less than them got in becuase of beloging to a particular caste..why.. The government should answer to those questions to the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do these students actually have it in them to go ahead and finish the course. Do they really wannna do that course. Are they really interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the government trying to get the lower caste up in the educational system or trying to make discrimation worse by making people of the general category aware of they are not good enough since they are not of a particular caste. Surely this move is going for the later and can only make discrimiation worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As days go i guess some time later some universitis will be 100% backward caste and then there will be reservations for the general category people. Howwzaat.!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iam finding it hard to believe this is happening. I wondered about brain drain and sometime back was also saying that people should not go to other places to work after studying in india. People should give back to the nation. Why should they the government is not worried about them at all. I have changed my stance. I would prefer now to send some dollars and send my kid / Myself for that matter outside the country to get educated when i know that what ever and howmuch so ever i study i have to not be competitive enough on merit i wud still lose on caste. I cant make my self or anyone i know go thru the agony of seeing they not making the mark not because they didnt have the marks but because they didnt have the required caste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-114450007329296625?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/114450007329296625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/114450007329296625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/04/lets-reserve-some-more.html' title='Lets RESERVE some more.'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-114373292047165315</id><published>2006-03-30T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T07:35:20.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>$ynUrGe</title><content type='html'>Years ago (3) me and Ram wanted to form a band. We just wanted to jam maybe play at a concert or too.. Pressure, moolah..and some lack of will power and commitment blew it of as a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanna do it once again...maybe this time just jam for the heck of it..may be this goes somewhere maybe it wont ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So inviting heads to join,,No promises..heck i dont think i play the guitar well maybe a few songs here and there.....mail me @ darksideofthemoon@gmail.com if interested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-114373292047165315?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/114373292047165315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/114373292047165315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/03/ynurge.html' title='$ynUrGe'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-114266384356638492</id><published>2006-03-17T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T22:37:23.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>of Headsets and all.......</title><content type='html'>A decade back if ya were ever seen on the road or someplace talking in da air or like to no one in particular .. folks would label ya to eligible to a mental institution kinda.. now a days the same thing happens everywhere..you seen folks smiling taking , yelling .. to no one in particular..is the whole junta just gone crazy...Na ahh just the headset that they are wearing..connected to the mobile..talking away to glory and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wired, wireless, bluetooth.. etall are used to converse without the need to keep the damm phone to you year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are when you say hi to a person, you think they are talkin to you or just maybe to someone else on da phone...how does it feel then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-114266384356638492?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/114266384356638492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/114266384356638492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/03/of-headsets-and-all.html' title='of Headsets and all.......'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-114183662351752972</id><published>2006-03-08T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T08:50:23.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=2&gt;This one's written by a close pal of mine &lt;b&gt;Rama&lt;/b&gt;. A avid songwritter with whom there was once a wish to form a band. He penned this amazing one some time back here. it is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are not around, &lt;br /&gt;I feel incomplete, &lt;br /&gt;Like a Soul out of a Body, &lt;br /&gt;Like a Fish out of Water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you in every breath i take, &lt;br /&gt;You are next to me when i close my eyes, &lt;br /&gt;You are with me when i open them, &lt;br /&gt;I can feel you around every moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your laughter,your Smile, &lt;br /&gt;That innocence in your eyes, &lt;br /&gt;The Hidden words, &lt;br /&gt;The Warmth of your Arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is what you give me, &lt;br /&gt;You make me feel new, &lt;br /&gt;When i see you i forget everythin' &lt;br /&gt;All my troubles are reduced to few. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna spend the rest of my life with you, &lt;br /&gt;Keep you happy , smilin and love you all the time, &lt;br /&gt;Want to play pranks even when we are 50, &lt;br /&gt;Die a day before you so that &lt;br /&gt;i dont have to spend a day without you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright:Rama - &gt; Ramarc32@rediffmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-114183662351752972?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/114183662351752972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/114183662351752972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-ones-written-by-close-pal-of-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-114123217640444120</id><published>2006-03-01T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T09:12:18.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the Chapter.!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Is this the end of this part of the chapter. Did it have to go out so fast. Frankly i thought this would never end, maybe this would just work out as it always did, maybe still there is the time but the signs point the other way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish, i will forever this. Sure would have loved this to go another way, the way i thought it should have gone, but as always fate and emotion have turned away. Whats sad is probably you wanted this to go my way, then why didnt it happen. Too many questions, maybe no answers but the result sure is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasnt moved since last year. I find myself in the same position as last year. A lot of things have chnaged for the better but not this. Status quo is maintained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i wait for some more time!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-114123217640444120?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/114123217640444120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/114123217640444120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/03/end-of-chapter.html' title='End of the Chapter.!!!!!!!'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-113972260854560489</id><published>2006-02-11T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T21:36:48.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All quiet b4 Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Self proclaimed moralists of the society where art thou? Valentines day is this week and we cant see your presense. Why arent ya breaking and vandalising in the name of love? Or have ya found a new obsession of your ass filled brain!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen now tat ur gone...Well every thing good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the years pass we go behind in years. There are some who think that their version of life is the best and it would best if others just followed them blindly. So if you re found talking to ur bf or gf on valentines day (mind you only this day) thou need to be hounded. Methinks what are they doing all the other days..maybe keeping their pent up anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This topic is so passe that talking about this reminds me dont i have anything else to write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-113972260854560489?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113972260854560489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113972260854560489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/02/all-quiet-b4-valentines-day.html' title='All quiet b4 Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-113889510088992128</id><published>2006-02-02T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T00:47:04.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and found</title><content type='html'>Thought i had lost my ealier blog forever..cruel for thta is the one i started writing from. For people who thought i started bloggin from eclerx onwards well i didnt i started way before at my stint at CG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a ton shru for sending the link...your are such a sweetheart ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old blog can be accessed at &lt;a href="http://nothingman.rediffblogs.com" title="iN THE MIDDLE OF NOTHING" target="_blank"&gt;NOTHINGMAN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has a lot of insights from the dark side of me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-113889510088992128?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113889510088992128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113889510088992128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/02/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and found'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-113803625184927986</id><published>2006-01-23T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T09:10:51.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cellphone Manners</title><content type='html'>Consider this -  youre in a meeting and someone is making an important point. Tring or some other crappy ringtone rings shattering you concentration. Forgiven once cuz someone might have just about forgotten to switch the cell to silent. 10 second..damm same ring again.!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is with some people and their cellphones. Do they forget that there is a mode called silent in their cellphones, and yes its there in the 1000 bucks or the 50000 buck cellphone. The first time it rings it pisses you off cuz it put you off what you were thinking at that time. if someone has ringed once he/she will call again. Cant people get that small thing. DuH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can know the character of a person by such small things and i sure can make a decision on ya from that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-113803625184927986?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113803625184927986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113803625184927986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/01/cellphone-manners.html' title='Cellphone Manners'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-113794534872084583</id><published>2006-01-22T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T07:55:48.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Thread</title><content type='html'>I thought today that i would link my old blogs to this, so i went to &lt;a href="http://blogs.rediff.com" title="Rediff Blogs" target="_blank"&gt;Rediff Blogs&lt;/a&gt;. Then i remembered that i had forgotten the link..Dammit how could i be stupid..Wait is it ..no damm..then hey ..rediff seems to have removed all links to these blogs and guess wot rediff has removed my account form from their mail too. How could they also there is no link from the main page to the blog page or i must have missed it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rememered another blog of mine cuz it was a short one..&lt;a href="http://stopthemachines.rediffblogs.com" target="_blank"&gt;Stop the Machines&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am lost now..a piece of my life has just been robbed. This part of my life when i was part of Crompton Greaves. Almost all the post were done from the small pc the i was given with a slow internet space..(2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ya rememeber the lin pls drop me a link.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-113794534872084583?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113794534872084583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113794534872084583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/01/lost-thread.html' title='Lost Thread'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-113769214875229645</id><published>2006-01-19T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T09:35:48.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some favourities</title><content type='html'>One of my favourite songs off all time. This brings cheer everytime i listen to it and its amazing to play on the guitar. Again from the band van halen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not Enough&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by: &lt;br /&gt;Edward Van Halen, Sammy Hagar, &lt;br /&gt;Michael Anthony, Alex Van Halen.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;copy; 1995 Yessup Music Company ASCAP.&lt;br /&gt;All Rights Reserved.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;To love somebody naturally&lt;br /&gt;To love somebody faithfully&lt;br /&gt;To love somebody equalyy&lt;br /&gt;Is not enough&lt;br /&gt;Is not enough&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough&lt;br /&gt;To love somebody secretly&lt;br /&gt;And never touch&lt;br /&gt;To love somebody honestly&lt;br /&gt;And always trust&lt;br /&gt;To love somebody tendrely&lt;br /&gt;The tender touch&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts you sometimes&lt;br /&gt;It's no so easy to find, no&lt;br /&gt;Searchin' everywhere&lt;br /&gt;You turn and swear&lt;br /&gt;It's always been there&lt;br /&gt;To love somebody foolishly&lt;br /&gt;Can happen once&lt;br /&gt;To love somebody hopelessly&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so much&lt;br /&gt;To love somebody equally&lt;br /&gt;Is not enough&lt;br /&gt;Is not enough&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough&lt;br /&gt;Love takes little time&lt;br /&gt;It's no so easy to find, no&lt;br /&gt;Searchin' everywhere&lt;br /&gt;You turn and swear&lt;br /&gt;She's always been there&lt;br /&gt;Standin' there&lt;br /&gt;(Solo)&lt;br /&gt;And if don't come easily&lt;br /&gt;One thing you must believe&lt;br /&gt;You can always have trust in me&lt;br /&gt;Because my heart will always be &lt;br /&gt;Yours honestly&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, love hurts you sometimes&lt;br /&gt;It's no so easy to find&lt;br /&gt;Searchin' everywhere&lt;br /&gt;You turn and swear&lt;br /&gt;I'ts always been there&lt;br /&gt;Standing there&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts you sometimes&lt;br /&gt;It's not your, it's not mine&lt;br /&gt;Love's only to share&lt;br /&gt;Turn and swear&lt;br /&gt;It's everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Standing there&lt;br /&gt;'cause it's always been there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-113769214875229645?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113769214875229645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113769214875229645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/01/some-favourities.html' title='some favourities'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-113734208566698294</id><published>2006-01-15T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T08:21:26.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Van Halen - Why Can't This Be Love</title><content type='html'>Why Can't This Be Love&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by: &lt;br /&gt;Edward Van Halen, Sammy Hagar, &lt;br /&gt;Michael Anthony, Alex Van Halen.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;copy; 1986 Yessup Music Company ASCAP.&lt;br /&gt;All Rights Reserved.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Oh here it comes again  &lt;br /&gt;That funny feelin again winding me up inside  &lt;br /&gt;Every time we touch  &lt;br /&gt;Hey I don't know  &lt;br /&gt;Just tell me where to begin cause I never ever  &lt;br /&gt;Felt so much  &lt;br /&gt;Chorus 1:  &lt;br /&gt;No I can't recall any love at all  &lt;br /&gt;Baby this blows 'em all away  &lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2:  &lt;br /&gt;It's got what it takes  &lt;br /&gt;So tell me why can't this be love  &lt;br /&gt;Straight from my heart oh tell me why  &lt;br /&gt;Can't this be love  &lt;br /&gt;I tell myself  &lt;br /&gt;Hey only fools rush in an only time will tell  &lt;br /&gt;If we stand the test of time  &lt;br /&gt;All I know  &lt;br /&gt;You've got to run to win an I'll be damned if  &lt;br /&gt;I'll get hung up on the line  &lt;br /&gt;Chorus 1  &lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2  &lt;br /&gt;Solo  &lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2  &lt;br /&gt;Tell me why can't this be love  &lt;br /&gt;Baby why can't this be love  &lt;br /&gt;Got to know why can't this be love  &lt;br /&gt;I wanna know why can't this be love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-113734208566698294?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113734208566698294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113734208566698294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/01/van-halen-why-cant-this-be-love.html' title='Van Halen - Why Can&apos;t This Be Love'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-113700170784839131</id><published>2006-01-11T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T09:48:27.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Dilemma</title><content type='html'>When i started keeping a blog  that is way in the ole days of rediffblogs i had this urge to be this person who would write all about the issues with the government and the darn bureaucracy and all the ills wth the soceity. It was keeping all the freedom in mind. All my mind could think of speaking the word on various issues and all that my little brain could come up on soceity and all. This was when i had a link on rediffblogs. its still there. Shruti i guess you would knwo if you read the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on i was convinced that there were many who could do what i set out to do and they were good at it. I always suffered from tis block when i sat with the keyboard to write and all. Writing about my self was the only option left. What my thoughts, Feelings were. The darker, saner(sometimes) part of my life which a lot of you knew or didnt know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now am at the cross roads again? whcih side should i go. Does sticking somewhere in the middle justified...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-113700170784839131?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113700170784839131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113700170784839131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/01/long-dilemma.html' title='Long Dilemma'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-113674637631957608</id><published>2006-01-08T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T10:52:56.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>---</title><content type='html'>I know someday you'll be a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star in somebody elses sky...but why....why cant it be..cant it be mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-113674637631957608?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113674637631957608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113674637631957608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title='---'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-113561028316997246</id><published>2005-12-26T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T10:13:42.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its that time of the year when we look back at the year and make new ones for the next year..so am making a list of what things i did..and what i did not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things that worked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fell in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got into a new job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Passed M. Com on with the least amount of study&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things that Failed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another Bad attempt at CET&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saving some money to get a CAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Still dont have any episodes of friends on CD's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did not go to GOA after the umpteenth time of plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-113561028316997246?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113561028316997246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113561028316997246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-113560968350223875</id><published>2005-12-26T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T07:08:03.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay Taxes .... Get your house demolished</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A lot has been said and done by a lot of people as well as the judiciary and for a lazy mind like mine it just woke up now and something struck me while going in the bus to work &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arent the slums of Mumbai and Maharashtra as a whole are covered by something called the slum regulaisations some thing whereby all structures prior to 1995 are regularised though they started of illegally. Why the sudden difference of opinion when it comes to the buildings of Ulhasnagar. A lot of them are illegal and also they must have be built before 1995 therefore they should have been regularised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However they are not slums, they are buildings they are houses of people who pay taxes, people who have no idea what is happening to the idiotic shitheads in the govt. Maybe they built their lands on private govt land. Maybe they built on land that didnt belong to them, so have the slum guys but their houses buy votes so regularise them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the end of my thoughts on the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-113560968350223875?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113560968350223875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113560968350223875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2005/12/pay-taxes-get-your-house-demolished.html' title='Pay Taxes .... Get your house demolished'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-113527372715224205</id><published>2005-12-22T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T09:48:47.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i solved a su-doku puzzle in the Mid -day. Sure todays must have been the easient. All these days i thought it was some really thoughie. Well surely it was to me atleast. But i solved it. Made me think one notch brighter and more intelligent than yesterday. ;) . Maybe some of you could solve it in less time and must faster than i. but this was not a race, it was just a thing i had to do, maybe regain some of the confidence that had take a lot of beating lately. It made a little happier to see it finished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-113527372715224205?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113527372715224205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113527372715224205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2005/12/today-i-solved-su-doku-puzzle-in-mid_22.html' title=''/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-113527367321295331</id><published>2005-12-22T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T09:47:53.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i solved a su-doku puzzle in the Mid -day. Sure todays must have been the easient. All these days i thought it was some really thoughie. Well surely it was to me atleast. But i solved it. Made me think one notch brighter and more intelligent than yesterday. ;) . Maybe some of you could solve it in less time and must faster than i. but this was not a race, it was just a thing i had to do, maybe regain some of the confidence that had take a lot of beating lately. It made a little happier to see it finished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-113527367321295331?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113527367321295331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113527367321295331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2005/12/today-i-solved-su-doku-puzzle-in-mid.html' title=''/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-113397544394840623</id><published>2005-12-07T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T09:10:43.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moral Policia - Freedom of Expression @ risk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its funny but nothing ruffles more feathers around the country than a person who wants to execise his/her freedom of expression. Its fine if you do anything other than their version of the truth. Live you life as they want you too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am talking about the so called moral police that has started rising its ugly face around this time. Its a people that roams in the darksness hissing and cussing and plotting against people who are hell bent on living their lives as they want to and not according to teh so called right that is taught by these numbheads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So an actress said you should hope that your spouse neednt be a virgin. That somehow created a huge furow such that innocent folks started getting persecution on the streets. Which century are we living in people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are tons of corruption, and other serious things that these guys should be worried about but they put their energy into this. How stupid can u get dumbnuts!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-113397544394840623?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113397544394840623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113397544394840623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2005/12/moral-policia-freedom-of-expression.html' title='Moral Policia - Freedom of Expression @ risk'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-113238696959060059</id><published>2005-11-18T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T23:56:09.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;Its funny when you move from one job to another. Its like one day you have a job, the next momemt you dont and then you a job again. You wonder when the gaping  hole in your life will end (meaning the time from job 1 to 2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its easy when ure a fresher you dont mind the job and you wanna start right now. Though as you go ahead it becomes really hard to leave and start something else. A friend of mine told me that we are all afraid of change thats how we doing like to leave i guess its something else. Or it all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-113238696959060059?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113238696959060059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113238696959060059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-journey.html' title='A new journey'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-113189841989298383</id><published>2005-11-13T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T08:13:39.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled #3</title><content type='html'>I was waiting for my company bus the other day and saw on the other side of the street a pretty looking thing, dressed in a smart looking suit and trousers she was handing out small cards bearing something. I assume to be some kind of work from your home thing or something. May be but then may be not.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; A whole lot of people who passed by her took it, some happily some grudgingly (reason i dont know) and some just like a hand doling out goodies.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Dont know if the majority of the people who took it even read it, was it in the language that they understood. etc etc.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; End &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-113189841989298383?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113189841989298383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113189841989298383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2005/11/untitled-3.html' title='Untitled #3'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-113121723571608808</id><published>2005-11-05T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T08:14:56.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Got me a brand new pc. well some of it was old ok just the cd drive. but the rest new. Started playing half life. Some folks know well if you dont here it is&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Half life is a game that had taken the gaming arena by storm when it came out in the last millenia..am talking about the 1998-99 times.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;HL 2 which released sometime back takes off where the last one left off. Gordon Freeman to the rescue again!!!!! Talk about a MIT scientist doing all that&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;This time the enemies are new but the energy is raw.. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;The thing that excites is that it isint the shoot em up game around, you need to know whatcha doing when you do something in HL, one false move and you cud end up playing the same round over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr size="1"&gt; &lt;a href="http://us.lrd.yahoo.com/_ylc=X3oDMTFqODRtdXQ4BF9TAzMyOTc1MDIEX3MDOTY2ODgxNjkEcG9zAzEEc2VjA21haWwtZm9vdGVyBHNsawNmYw--/SIG=110oav78o/**http%3a//farechase.yahoo.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-113121723571608808?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113121723571608808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/113121723571608808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2005/11/untitled-1.html' title='Untitled #1'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-112944610809174156</id><published>2005-10-15T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T00:01:48.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a lot of nothing</title><content type='html'>No time at all to update the blogs.. just some ideas on wot to write and just when i have to time to write one..my computer konks offf...the &lt;br /&gt;Motherboard supposedly suffered a stroke off the MSEB power supply......damm MSEB. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i am add a lot in the few weeks when i get me pc fixed and all..so here is a list of things that are gonna come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Indi Rock 2005&lt;br /&gt;# Work Management&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-112944610809174156?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/112944610809174156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/112944610809174156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2005/10/lot-of-nothing.html' title='a lot of nothing'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-112672170516085790</id><published>2005-09-14T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T11:15:05.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Interesting Incident.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;An Interesting incident happened today that seemed to put a lot of thoughts in my brain today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Was going to work and therefore caught a bus near my place. The bus had barely gone 50 yards that it broken down. It just wont start. the people though would not get out for reasons unknown. Finally a few of us just got down. The conductor said lets push the damm thing maybe it will start. So a few souls including me started pushing but it just wont budge. Why ? Because all the people are inside and dont wanna get out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The conductor yelled and they started getting down and the bus started movin... Voila....Suddenly the women started jumping in the bus wildly so that they could get their prized seats in the now empty bus. Many other passengers who had got down realised they could also get some seats jumped in and the bus stopped. It never moved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Conclusions are open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-112672170516085790?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/112672170516085790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/112672170516085790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2005/09/interesting-incident.html' title='An Interesting Incident.'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-112590724672082122</id><published>2005-09-05T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T01:00:46.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Rock XX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preclude to the Mega Event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Frantic plans were being made to be at the event. Its been going around for 20 years. I have been there for some. 20 year was a must go event. Various other place to go plans were either chucked or postphoned..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to get tickets couldnt get em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event - Saturday 3rd &amp; 4th September 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plece  - The Gateway of India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EVENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Evening got there at 6.00 running towards the tickert counter. dont wanna miss da first band of the day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DUDE... THE SHOW IS CANCELLED. SOME SHIT HAPPENED .... THERE IS NO PERMISSION...BUT THERE WAS FCUKIN PERMISSION GIVEN..WHY THE FCUK WAS IT WITHDRAWN...DONT KNOW WHAT THE FCUK IS HAPPENING MAN...BUT TIS CANNED...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearby Mr. Wadia is giving an interview..i run with me friends..maybe it just some hiccup wait for some time..twill start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDEPENDANCE ROCK HAS BE CANCELLED THIS YEAR............&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-112590724672082122?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/112590724672082122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/112590724672082122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2005/09/independence-rock-xx.html' title='Independence Rock XX'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-112512529643740680</id><published>2005-08-26T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T23:48:38.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plastic Banned Ahoy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally they banned them plastics. I guess by the time it takes for the government to listen i guess we should start any good work like years in advance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well finally they came through. but are they gonna implement it. I guess its a no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But then some the blame of da blame rests of da citizens of this city and suburbia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you dont use plastic.. no one is gonna stock em .. simple rules of demand and supply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-112512529643740680?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/112512529643740680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/112512529643740680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2005/08/plastic-banned-ahoy.html' title='Plastic Banned Ahoy!!!'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-112400790514661063</id><published>2005-08-14T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T01:25:05.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosh Mania 2005 - New Favorites .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No sight of the ID rock concert 2 days before the ID day... but mosh mania was happeneing.. Postphoned by some days it was a be there event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the anger/dejection at Mood I last year, thought this event would be different and it really was. Made new favorites, dumped some old ones and saw some good looking chicks.&lt;br /&gt;The chicks were different though not the ones that we use to see earlier.. they use to listen to the songs.. they knew the lyrics and knew the bands...now it looks they come for the cool quotient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BandsHelga's Funk Castle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We reached late so caught the ending of a song by them (original). The last song which is when we go in... This was a reggae song... I was like what the hell.. and man was i proved wrong..the song titled "Smoke some ganga tonight" was a hit and how.. hehe... Loved every part of it... That creativity made it enter Zach's fav list of bands...of very own mumbai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sceptre... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headbangd till my neck hurt to its mettallica medley when they won Mood I 2003.. this looked the exact opposite to it. They played slayer etc ..got some good moshpits .. but werent really class.. Not that i wanted covers which they played but i wanted them to be creative.. that they werent..playing the same old riffs and some more old riffs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Them Clones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Now they rocked... Rage Against the machine is a hit any day..today was no different.. Killing in da name of Gurrilla Radio.. . They started with Stupify by Disturbed.which got the crowd moshing for more...they went on to do some originals which i have clue but rocked on da same anyways.&lt;br /&gt;(new favorite no 2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PDV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the uniniated this Pin Drop Violence, tis a band i have come close to breakign my neck head banging and n da mosh pit.. but they disappointed ,, i guess they were good .. just am too old ,,,&lt;br /&gt;so they played fr 45 minutes and left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zero..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Without warrren its like ...zero only 25%. they played their same old same old, which is good i must say but without warren.. its really not the same PSP12, Lucy, Mariache... all good but all 25% zero. the new guitarist was wow but .. not warren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pentagram&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Didnt really want to wait here. left after they played DRIVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-112400790514661063?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/112400790514661063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/112400790514661063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2005/08/mosh-mania-2005-new-favorites.html' title='Mosh Mania 2005 - New Favorites .....'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-112279397853490521</id><published>2005-07-31T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T10:37:02.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But it Rained.. and Rained and Rained</title><content type='html'>survival of the fittest is what has become now a days .. in suburban trains that is. 5 folks get in and a hundred get out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-112279397853490521?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/112279397853490521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/112279397853490521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2005/07/but-it-rained-and-rained-and-rained.html' title='But it Rained.. and Rained and Rained'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-112089421565813110</id><published>2005-07-09T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T00:30:15.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whatz running the world today, i saw a headline today ... london goes mumbai's way or something like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they saying that its the worlds resilence shown...!!! No chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means that we as a people have lost the care for another human being. Death dosent hit us anymore..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-112089421565813110?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/112089421565813110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/112089421565813110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2005/07/whatz-running-world-today-i-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-112089375055018513</id><published>2005-07-09T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T00:22:30.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A look into the past...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Circa 1993 - i have a dream.. pass me college...become an nuclear physicist....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;1995 - dream fading away .... now become an MBA finance ..rule the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;1997 - lousy score.s......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;1999 - good scrore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;2000 -2002 - the rot sets in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;2005 - still tryin for an MBA..thought wont study...thinks he can get through.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;let summarise...................... nothing,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-112089375055018513?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/112089375055018513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/112089375055018513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2005/07/look-into-past.html' title='A look into the past...'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-111312885966223745</id><published>2005-04-10T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T03:27:39.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Stupid Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="arial,sans-serif"&gt;Some times you wonder, what if i leave off a little let life move me as it goes through its tides. What i mean is enjoy life what have we done if we havent lived. then again will i be left behind when the train of oppurtunity comes. tis a bid irony of life. Maybe not for you though its sure is for me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;There was a speech or write up which is circulating among everyone that working late hours and on sundays does not mean you are working hard. It means that you are inefficent and unworthy. But whatif the work cannot be done in the usual time frame set and someone just does not say anything about that. When people want work to be done then they should understand the fact that if the people are working over the set time then probably they are just trying to get it doen anyway. Maybe some spoilt fruit may have brought out this theory.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Have been reading some James Patteron lately, the mans a genius &amp;quot;Roses are Red&amp;quot; which apparantly i was a little shy to carry around in the train lest i been seen as reading a chicks book but it was a really cool book. The sequeal &amp;quot;Violets are Blue&amp;quot; is also an absolute beauty.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;A neighbour asked me today when he saw the guitar lying at my place if i played for a band or something, said just among friends. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Maybe we should have formed &lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #99ffff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sinurge&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;thats what we called our band me and rama,&amp;nbsp;actually it was he who came up with the idea about the&amp;nbsp;band.&amp;nbsp;The urge to sin is&amp;nbsp;what he called it. Dunno what would have happened if we went ahead and had done that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-111312885966223745?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/111312885966223745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/111312885966223745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2005/04/some-stupid-thoughts.html' title='Some Stupid Thoughts'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-111278937029255840</id><published>2005-04-06T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T05:09:30.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Few Days!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last few days have been hectic to say the least. Request, deadlines and the whole thing. btw the last post was sometime back but i couldnt publish it and therefore it is a little post dated. On the comment would say that was from the CET exams and not the Mcom exams. Apparently the university says that i cannot apply for this year and i have to take admission for next year.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I saw the movie &amp;quot;Be Cool&amp;quot; which was pretty cool. John Travolta and Uma Thurman together after &amp;quot;Pulp Fiction&amp;quot;. Not that i saw that movie but tis cool.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;That about ends the good part.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Here is a question which anyone reading may answer if they read that is - Do i have to canvass myself on what a good job i do or do others should notice that themselves. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;A lot of the things that i do get noticed by the mails that i see going forth but never me in the picture. What should i do then?? Talk that i did&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;job etc etc.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;A friend commented that i should be not be working so hard while some pass an indirect comment that i should be working .....since they think i am not.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;End of ranting about me sorrows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-111278937029255840?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/111278937029255840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/111278937029255840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2005/04/last-few-days.html' title='Last Few Days!!'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-111190760336140327</id><published>2005-03-26T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T23:13:23.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:50%;"&gt;i saw black some days back and was touched. Maybe i am not the onlyone to say that. A big thanks to my friend who made me see the movie.Though thought the movie lenght could have been a little shorter butwont complain about that.The weekend is here finally and me so want to get to studies.A good question here could be how is it that i can read a novel sofast while take the study books and i am likely to snore on them.Its not that i dont like them just havent got the concentration.btw for anyone who cares to read the book "the last prohecy" by johnland is not scary.just tries to ..doesnt succeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-111190760336140327?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/111190760336140327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/111190760336140327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-saw-black-some-days-back-and-was.html' title=''/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-110577075839595232</id><published>2005-01-14T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T07:55:49.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Managing Career &amp; Expectations</title><content type='html'>There is a Thai saying that experience is a comb which Nature gives to&lt;br /&gt;man after he is bald. As I grow bald, I would like to share my comb&lt;br /&gt;with your people, about their career ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Seek out grassroots level experience &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I studied Physics and Engineering at University. A few months before&lt;br /&gt;graduation, I appeared for an HLL interview for Computer Traineeship.&lt;br /&gt;When asked whether I would consider Marketing instead of Computers, I&lt;br /&gt;responded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;negatively: an engineer to visit grocery shops to sell Dalda or Lifebuoy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, no way. After I joined the Company and a couple of comfortable&lt;br /&gt;weeks in the swanky Head Office, I was given a train ticket to go to&lt;br /&gt;Nasik. Would I please meet Mr. Kelkar to whom I would be attached for&lt;br /&gt;the next two months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would teach me to work as a salesman in his territory, which&lt;br /&gt;included staying in Kopargaon and Pimpalgaon among other small towns.&lt;br /&gt;I was most upset. In a town called Ozhar, I was moving around from&lt;br /&gt;shop to shop with a bullock cart full of products and a salesman's&lt;br /&gt;folder in my hand. Imagine my embarrassment when an IIT friend&lt;br /&gt;appeared in front of me in Ozhar, believe it or not! and exclaimed,&lt;br /&gt;"Gopal, I thought you joined as a Management Trainee in Computers". I&lt;br /&gt;could have died a thousand deaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this leveling experience, I was less embarrassed to work as a&lt;br /&gt;Dispatch Clerk in the Company Depot and an Invoice Clerk in the&lt;br /&gt;Accounts Department. Several years later, I realized the value of such&lt;br /&gt;grassroots level experience. It is fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would advise young people to seek out nail-dirtying, collar-soiling,&lt;br /&gt;shoe-wearing tasks. That is how you learn about organizations, about&lt;br /&gt;the true nature of work, and the dignity of the many, many tasks that&lt;br /&gt;go into building great enterprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. Deserve before you desire &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one stage, I was appointed as the Brand Manager for Lifebuoy and&lt;br /&gt;Pears soap, the company's most popular-priced and most premium soaps.&lt;br /&gt;And what was a Brand Manager? "A mini-businessman, responsible for the&lt;br /&gt;production, sales and profits of the brand, accountable for its&lt;br /&gt;long-term growth,etc.,etc. I had read those statements, I believed&lt;br /&gt;them and here I was, at 27,"in charge of everything". But very soon, I&lt;br /&gt;found I could not move a pin without checking with my seniors. One&lt;br /&gt;evening, after turning the Facit machine handle through various&lt;br /&gt;calculations, I sat in front of the Marketing Director. I expressed my&lt;br /&gt;frustration and gently asked whether I could not be given total&lt;br /&gt;charge. He smiled benignly and said, "The perception and reality are&lt;br /&gt;both right. You will get total charge when you know more about the&lt;br /&gt;brand than anyone else in this company about its formulation, the raw&lt;br /&gt;materials, the production costs, the consumer's perception, the&lt;br /&gt;distribution and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long do you think that it will take?" "Maybe, ten years", I&lt;br /&gt;replied, "and I don't expect to be the Lifebuoy and Pears Brand&lt;br /&gt;Manager for so long"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then suddenly, the lesson was clear. I was desiring total control,&lt;br /&gt;long before I deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happens to us all the time - in terms of responsibilities, in&lt;br /&gt;terms of postings and promotions, it happens all the time that there&lt;br /&gt;is a gap between our perception of what we deserve and the reality of&lt;br /&gt;what we get. It helps to deserve before we desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Play to win but win with fairness &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is competitive and of course, you play to win. But think about&lt;br /&gt;the balance. Will you do anything, to win? Perhaps not. Think deeply&lt;br /&gt;about how and where you draw the line. Each person draws it&lt;br /&gt;differently, and in doing so, it helps to think about values. Winning&lt;br /&gt;without values provides dubious fulfillment. The leaders who have&lt;br /&gt;contributed the most are the ones with a set of universal values Â¡V&lt;br /&gt;Mahatma Gandhi and Martin Luther King for example. Napoleon inspired a&lt;br /&gt;ragged, mutinous and half-starved army to fight and seize power. This&lt;br /&gt;brought him name and fame for twenty years. But all the while, he was&lt;br /&gt;driven forward by a selfish and evil ambition, and not in pursuit of a&lt;br /&gt;great ideal. He finally fell because of his selfish ambition. I am&lt;br /&gt;fond of referring to the Pierre de Coubertin Fair Play Trophy. It was&lt;br /&gt;instituted in 1964 by the founder of the modern Olympic Games and here&lt;br /&gt;are two examples of winners. A Hungarian tennis player who pleaded&lt;br /&gt;with the umpire to give his opponent some more time to recover from a&lt;br /&gt;cramp. A British kayak team who were trailing the Danish kayak team.&lt;br /&gt;They then stopped to help the Danish team whose boat was stuck. The&lt;br /&gt;Danes went on to beat the British by one second in a three hour event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What wonderful examples of sportsmanship! Play to Win, but with Fairness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4 Enjoy whatever you do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Thomas Lipton is credited with the statement, "There is no greater&lt;br /&gt;fun than hard work". You usually excel in fields, which you truly&lt;br /&gt;enjoy. Ask any person what it is that interferes with his enjoyment of&lt;br /&gt;existence. He will say, "The struggle for life". What he probably&lt;br /&gt;means is the struggle for success. Unless a person has learnt what to&lt;br /&gt;do with success after getting it, the very achievement of it must lead&lt;br /&gt;him to unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aristotle wrote, "Humans seek happiness as an end in itself, not as a&lt;br /&gt;means to something else". But if you think about it, we should not&lt;br /&gt;work for happiness. We should work as happy people. In organizational&lt;br /&gt;life, people get busy doing something to be happy. The more you try to&lt;br /&gt;be happy, the more unhappy you can get. Your work and career is all&lt;br /&gt;about your reaching your full potential. Working at one's full&lt;br /&gt;potential, whether it is the office boy or the Chairman, leads to&lt;br /&gt;enjoyment and fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A last point about enjoyment. Keep a sense of humor about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Too many people are in danger of taking themselves far too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;As General Joe Stilwell is reported to have said, "Keep smiling. The&lt;br /&gt;higher the monkey climbs, the more you can see of his backside".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Be Passionate about your health &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, as you get older, you would have a slight paunch, greying&lt;br /&gt;of hair or loss of it and so on. But it is in the first 5 - 7 years&lt;br /&gt;after the working career begins that the greatest neglect of youthful&lt;br /&gt;health occurs. Sportsmen stop playing sports, non drinkers drink&lt;br /&gt;alcohol, light smokers smoke more, active people sit on chairs,&lt;br /&gt;starving inmates of hostels eat rich food in good hotels and so on.&lt;br /&gt;These are the years to watch. Do not, I repeat do not, convince&lt;br /&gt;yourself that you are too busy, or that you do not have access to&lt;br /&gt;facilities, or worst of all, that you do this to relieve the stresses&lt;br /&gt;of a professional career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A professional career is indeed very stressful. There is only one&lt;br /&gt;person who can help you to cope with the tension, avoid the doctor's&lt;br /&gt;scalpel, and to feel good each morning - and that is yourself. God has&lt;br /&gt;given us as good a health as He has, a bit like a credit balance in&lt;br /&gt;the bank. Grow it, maintain it, but do not allow its value&lt;br /&gt;destruction. The penalty is very high in later years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6 Direction is more important than distance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every golfer tries to drive the ball to a very long distance. In the&lt;br /&gt;process, all sorts of mistakes occur because the game involves the&lt;br /&gt;masterly co-ordination of several movements simultaneously. The golf&lt;br /&gt;coach always advises that direction is more important than distance.&lt;br /&gt;So it is with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite one's best attempts, there will be ups and downs. It is&lt;br /&gt;relationships and friendships that enable a person to navigate the&lt;br /&gt;choppy waters that the ship of life will encounter. When I was young,&lt;br /&gt;there was a memorable film by Frank Capra, starring James Stewart and&lt;br /&gt;Dona Reed, and named IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE. It is about a man who is&lt;br /&gt;about to commit suicide because he thinks he is a failure. An angel is&lt;br /&gt;sent to rescue him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom-line of the film is that "No Man is a Failure Who Has Friends". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My generation will never be twenty again, but when you are older, you&lt;br /&gt;can and should be different from my generation. Ours is a great and&lt;br /&gt;wonderful country, and realizing her true potential in the global&lt;br /&gt;arena depends ever so much on the quality and persistence of our young&lt;br /&gt;people. Good luck in your journey, my young friends, and God be with&lt;br /&gt;you and our beloved Nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the personal view of Mr. R. Gopalakrishnan, Director - Tata Sons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-110577075839595232?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/110577075839595232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/110577075839595232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2005/01/managing-career-expectations.html' title='Managing Career &amp; Expectations'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-110356471376225627</id><published>2004-12-20T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T09:45:13.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Major</title><content type='html'>It is always said that whenever you end up fixing one part of your&lt;br /&gt;life, another one has to start breaking up into pieces. It's kinda&lt;br /&gt;funny how you think it happens all the time, i.e you are always trying&lt;br /&gt;to fix up things all the time, and in the end you get so really messed&lt;br /&gt;up that you wonder if you should just go ahead living the ways the&lt;br /&gt;mess is at now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-110356471376225627?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/110356471376225627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/110356471376225627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/12/nothing-major.html' title='Nothing Major'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-110355779794240722</id><published>2004-12-20T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T07:49:57.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>There comes a time when i slump in a mood where i can write but cannot title it. Strange dont ya think but then who cares if i can or if i dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strange feeling i have had.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that this is new. I have had tis thing its been there but it coming to my head is not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes eh story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen that you have the best times with your friend or someoen you like then things fall apart. This happens when you feelin when you are at the zenith and no higher can you go. This starts teh downward spiral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always said that whenever you end up fixing one part of your life, another one has to start breaking up into pieces. It's kinda funny how you think it happens all the time, i.e you are always trying to fix up things all the time, and in the end you get so really messed up that you wonder if you should just go ahead living the ways the mess is at now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-110355779794240722?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/110355779794240722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/110355779794240722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/12/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-109880404728165231</id><published>2004-10-26T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T08:20:47.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just somethin</title><content type='html'>Well been a long time i guess, well had exams and so on and so forth&lt;br /&gt;and a lot of bullshit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in better all the hell there was a party, first time i saw 48&lt;br /&gt;beers goin down peoples bellies in like 3 - 4 hrs man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time dudes!!!!1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-109880404728165231?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/109880404728165231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/109880404728165231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/10/just-somethin.html' title='just somethin'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-109516318788096955</id><published>2004-09-14T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T04:59:47.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many eons back i thought that i would write a book on women(yeah rite) ..  now was i mad .. dropped on my head when i born or something a book on women.. is crazy.. it would be a never ending book with no conclusions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-109516318788096955?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/109516318788096955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/109516318788096955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/09/many-eons-back-i-thought-that-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-109483375453379547</id><published>2004-09-10T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T09:29:14.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another  weekend</title><content type='html'>Another week goes by... today got a shock ma error count has just jumped to 3.25 which is really not good for me. Well i have like somewhat less deals to do and therefore cannot work with a high err count. well it irks me i check ma deals twice and then if someone can still make mistakes i might just be a lousy analyst. I hate myself on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder sometimes what do i do.. Concentrate u idiot.. work harder. It seems funny but it aint and i have to devise some way to reduce this permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been always the best. This abnormality has cropeed back just sometime back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to rectify before it builds up and washes down everything that i ever took pains to built on........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-109483375453379547?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/109483375453379547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/109483375453379547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/09/another-weekend.html' title='Another  weekend'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-109430364365632574</id><published>2004-09-04T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T06:14:03.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another  3 day weekend</title><content type='html'>Another 3 day weekend but for me tis maybe just a day or two.. lolz :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-109430364365632574?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/109430364365632574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/109430364365632574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/09/another-3-day-weekend.html' title='Another  3 day weekend'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-109275592151584079</id><published>2004-08-17T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T08:19:54.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 70's Show</title><content type='html'>Hangin out ... down the street .. the same old thing .. we did last week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song from the great old "The 70's Show". Well if there are any readers to this blog which is highly suspect and if there is who is not indian would say, "Seen this like eons ago", well we get it late so .. i guess after next week's fianale on "The king of Queens " i would get to see it.. lol been sometime since i have seen this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college we used to call Ano as Kelso and his girlfriend likewise, it was fun man ... well ano showed a lot of similiarities with Kelso , I was eric (why i dont have a clue). Well that brings to mind the loads of fun we had in college, need a reunion with those guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not that i like college a lot but looking back now its was much better than what some others kids went too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-109275592151584079?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/109275592151584079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/109275592151584079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/08/70s-show.html' title='The 70&apos;s Show'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-109267374102066192</id><published>2004-08-16T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T09:29:01.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Head:- Empty Life</title><content type='html'>Tis the day i dreaded, i had some free time to wonder what i am doing&lt;br /&gt;with my life, lol something i hate to do. Well the other day my mother&lt;br /&gt;pointed to some past aspects of my life, my never say die attitude in&lt;br /&gt;sports basically football and basketball; my performance in the&lt;br /&gt;interschool basketball championship where i played my heart out. She&lt;br /&gt;said if i could give something like 80 % of what i gave that time now,&lt;br /&gt;things would have been much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hit me. Its true over the years have lost that spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-109267374102066192?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/109267374102066192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/109267374102066192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/08/empty-head-empty-life.html' title='Empty Head:- Empty Life'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-109248595451332529</id><published>2004-08-14T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T05:19:55.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>As the ozzy song "Changes" goes , i am going thru changes, i guess yesterday seems so far away and tomorrow seems like something i wanna run away from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same things that i enjoyed sometime back feel like like an old sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it occurs to everyone someday............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-109248595451332529?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/109248595451332529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/109248595451332529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/08/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-109248355468005031</id><published>2004-08-14T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T04:39:14.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another Weekend</title><content type='html'>It seems like just another weekend, am at work on a saturday but hey i came to play football at the cross maiden so that was cool. We did play but not against the team that were scheduled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-109248355468005031?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/109248355468005031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/109248355468005031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/08/just-another-weekend.html' title='Just another Weekend'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-109241439415349461</id><published>2004-08-13T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T09:26:34.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ID Rock Postphoned&lt;br /&gt;In what appears to be every rockers nighmare and definatly mine, ID ROCK HAS BEEN POSTPHONED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-109241439415349461?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/109241439415349461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/109241439415349461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/08/id-rock-postphoned-in-what-appears-to.html' title=''/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-109232412462750961</id><published>2004-08-12T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T08:22:04.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;ID Rock Ahoy!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Annual Pilgirmage to the place is upon now as Id Rock is here. Independence Rock on the 14 and the 15 will surely be different this time, because it is moving from its normal place of Rang Bhavan and is some where at Andheri, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-109232412462750961?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/109232412462750961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/109232412462750961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/08/id-rock-ahoythe-annual-pilgirmage-to.html' title=''/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-109231644785955616</id><published>2004-08-12T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T07:57:20.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shift change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah Shift Change finally after 3 months of torture of the morning shift, i have changed to the afternoon one; doesnt make a shit of a difference though is the good night sleep and no makeshift sleepovers in the train. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well to say it has started off at a good pace, ma error count is down, way down and that makes me suspect that i am counting ma chickens before they hatch, not that i love doing them - i hate to do them errors but i have no clue how they arise in ther first place, maybe just need to be that care ful from now on and here it is error count has started coming up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well the headline of the week was my arguement with Ms.G. Now i dont know how it all started and i dont have a clue where it is but the status is that we arent talking. "A" called up today which was a particularly good sign because well she doubles up as my shrink as much to my good friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well on the whole the week has proceeded in an orderly fashion except the a tiny bit of stupdity on my part. Anyways that can be worked upon soon and soon could be a few minutes from now.. Guess i get back to ma work before someone checks up on what i have done for the day..lolzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-109231644785955616?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/109231644785955616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/109231644785955616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/08/shift-change.html' title='Shift change'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-108969733540711434</id><published>2004-07-12T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T22:42:15.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats in the Cradle!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Somehow this song has been on of ma favorites for a long time and&lt;br /&gt;everytime i hear it or play it .. havent done it for some time though&lt;br /&gt;it stirs up something inside, but cant lay a finger on it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My child arrived just the other day&lt;br /&gt;Came to the world in the usual way&lt;br /&gt;But there were planes to catch and bills to pay&lt;br /&gt;He learned to walk while I was away&lt;br /&gt;He was talkin' 'fore I knew it&lt;br /&gt;And as he grew he said,"I'm gonna be like you,&lt;br /&gt; Dad,You know I'm gonna be like you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,&lt;br /&gt;Little boy blue and the man 'n the moon.&lt;br /&gt;"When you comin' home?""Son, I don't know when. &lt;br /&gt;We'll get together then.You know we'll have a good time then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my son turned ten just the other day.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Thanks for the ball, Dad. Come on, let's play.&lt;br /&gt;Could you teach me to throw?"&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Not today. I got a lot to do.&lt;br /&gt;"He said, "That's okay." And he walked away and he smiled and he said,"&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'm gonna be like him, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm gonna be like him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he came from college just the other day,&lt;br /&gt;So much like a man I just had to say,"I'm proud of you. &lt;br /&gt;Could you sit for a while?"He shook his head and he said with a smile,&lt;br /&gt;"What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys.&lt;br /&gt;See you later. Can I have them please ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've long since retired, my son's moved away.&lt;br /&gt;I called him up just the other day."I'd like to see you, if you don't mind."&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I'd love to, Dad, if I could find the time.&lt;br /&gt;You see my new job's a hassle and the kids have the flu,&lt;br /&gt;But it's sure nice talkin' to you, Dad.It's been sure nice talkin' to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me,&lt;br /&gt;He'd grown up just like me.My boy was just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-108969733540711434?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108969733540711434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108969733540711434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/07/cats-in-cradle.html' title='Cats in the Cradle!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-108959612842787945</id><published>2004-07-11T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T20:05:48.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAD but TRUE</title><content type='html'>This is one taken from .. Metallica - the black album.....The lyrics speak of itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAD BUT TRUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey (hey)&lt;br /&gt;I'm your life&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who takes you there&lt;br /&gt;hey (hey)&lt;br /&gt;I'm your life&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who cares&lt;br /&gt;they (they)&lt;br /&gt;they betray&lt;br /&gt;I'm your only true friend now&lt;br /&gt;they (they)&lt;br /&gt;they'll betray&lt;br /&gt;I'm forever there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm your dream, make you real&lt;br /&gt;I'm your eyes   when you must steal&lt;br /&gt;I'm your pain   when you can't feel&lt;br /&gt;sad but true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm your dream, mind astray&lt;br /&gt;I'm your eyes   while you're away&lt;br /&gt;I'm your pain   while you repay&lt;br /&gt;you know it's sad but true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad but true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you (you)&lt;br /&gt;you're my mask&lt;br /&gt;you're my cover, my shelter&lt;br /&gt;you (you)&lt;br /&gt;you're my mask&lt;br /&gt;you're the one who's blamed&lt;br /&gt;do (do)&lt;br /&gt;do my work&lt;br /&gt;do my dirty work, scapegoat&lt;br /&gt;do (do)&lt;br /&gt;do my deeds&lt;br /&gt;for you're the one who's shamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm your dream, make you real&lt;br /&gt;I'm your eyes   when you must steal&lt;br /&gt;I'm your pain   when you can't feel&lt;br /&gt;sad but true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm your dream, mind astray&lt;br /&gt;I'm your eyes   while you're away&lt;br /&gt;I'm your pain   while you repay&lt;br /&gt;you know it's sad but true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad but true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2x)&lt;br /&gt;I'm your dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know it's sad but true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate (hate)&lt;br /&gt;I'm your hate&lt;br /&gt;I'm your hate when you want love&lt;br /&gt;pay (pay)&lt;br /&gt;pay the price&lt;br /&gt;pay, for nothing's fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey (hey)&lt;br /&gt;I'm your life&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who took you there&lt;br /&gt;hey (hey)&lt;br /&gt;I'm your life&lt;br /&gt;and I no longer care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm your dream, make you real&lt;br /&gt;I'm your eyes   when you must steal&lt;br /&gt;I'm your pain   when you can't feel&lt;br /&gt;sad but true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm your truth, telling lies&lt;br /&gt;I'm your reasoned alibis&lt;br /&gt;I'm inside      open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad but true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-108959612842787945?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108959612842787945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108959612842787945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/07/sad-but-true.html' title='SAD but TRUE'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-108944768516360823</id><published>2004-07-10T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T20:43:28.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Time</title><content type='html'>Listen to this by a band called Firehouse-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the time is right for us to say&lt;br /&gt;We'll take our time and live our lives together day by day.&lt;br /&gt;We'll make a wish and send it on a prayer.&lt;br /&gt;We know our dreams will all come true with love that we can share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you I never wonder&lt;br /&gt;will you be there for me?&lt;br /&gt;With you I never wonder&lt;br /&gt;You're the right one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found the love of a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;A love to last my whole life through.&lt;br /&gt;I finally found the love of a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;Forever in my heart I finally found the love of a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every kiss our love is like brand new&lt;br /&gt;and every star up in the sky was made for me and you&lt;br /&gt;Still we both know that the road is long.&lt;br /&gt;We know that we will be together because our love is strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found the love of a lifetime... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song from Firehouse- love of a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-108944768516360823?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108944768516360823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108944768516360823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/07/song-time.html' title='Song Time'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-108944583777572953</id><published>2004-07-10T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T00:53:28.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Affairs!!!!</title><content type='html'>When one part of ya life starts falling into pieces another one starts falling apart....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bridget Jones's Diary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-108944583777572953?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108944583777572953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108944583777572953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/07/current-affairs.html' title='Current Affairs!!!!'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-108908178611437209</id><published>2004-07-05T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T01:42:37.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of parties :), and lousy weekends.</title><content type='html'>I went in to the weekend hoping for an amazing weekend, all set to watch van halsing and hyderabad blues, go for janus's party over the weekend, man what else.. yeah not to mention the EURO 2004 finals where i hope Portugal would win having defeated England and Holland (ma team), and then watch Maria Sharapova(WowowowowoW)!!!!! play in the Wimbeldon Championships Finale .. play football on sunday and take rest on Monday ... oooooo This seemed too good to be true. However had an inkling going from the past long weekends and how it turned out to be!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday eves, all set for the weekend, i planned to watch van helsing with ma friend the next day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-108908178611437209?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108908178611437209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108908178611437209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/07/of-parties-and-lousy-weekends.html' title='Of parties :), and lousy weekends.'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-108874786139026468</id><published>2004-07-01T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T22:57:41.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Troy - Bring on the Trojans</title><content type='html'>Last week i saw "Troy". Diane Kruger - Thats what i wanted to see not&lt;br /&gt;Brad Pitt or Eric Bana.. they were for the women not for me.&lt;br /&gt;Lolzzz...Though Hector's Sis clearly stole the show, Helena also put&lt;br /&gt;up an amazing show ...i guess i like the sisters performeance much&lt;br /&gt;more than Helen's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the talking part was not abt the ladies(a rare occurence) but&lt;br /&gt;was the mind blowing fight scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-108874786139026468?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108874786139026468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108874786139026468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/07/troy-bring-on-trojans.html' title='Troy - Bring on the Trojans'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-108825041972013536</id><published>2004-06-26T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T04:46:59.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beckam-Idoit on the loose</title><content type='html'>England vs Portugal - Seemed to be a tough match but an exicting&lt;br /&gt;match, though i was sure that England would win the match. I had to&lt;br /&gt;see the match but work at 6.00 am i knew would ruin my hope of&lt;br /&gt;watching the match i knew. But i had decided to watch the match and i&lt;br /&gt;had a plan; Sleep from 6.00 pm to 9.30 pm eat sleep again till 12.15&lt;br /&gt;am, watch the match and sleep till 4. That was ma plan but as most of&lt;br /&gt;ma plans go i knew it would go awry. And it did "Murphys law" still&lt;br /&gt;works. I didnt sleep till around 8.00 pm though i tried, i slept till&lt;br /&gt;10.00 got up took a shower and ate, slept till 12.18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Match&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The match had started, 3 minutes had gone and Owen scored a goal right&lt;br /&gt;when i got up and watched the TV. I was estatic. Got out of bed and&lt;br /&gt;jumped in glory, then the english game detioriated, passes going&lt;br /&gt;nowhere, shots completely over target and what not.. Half time and&lt;br /&gt;England up 1 goal. Then i SLEPT. Hoping to just laze around till the&lt;br /&gt;start i slept.. got up when the first half and 3/4 of the second half&lt;br /&gt;of extra time over couldnt belive ma eyes 2:1 in favour of Portugal,&lt;br /&gt;wow i said but then Lampard scored again, the second time  i got up&lt;br /&gt;and they scored...hehe too much imagination here and the game went to&lt;br /&gt;Penalties..I was on call with ma friend.. at 2.50 am in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Penalties&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penalties are a luck game, not the goalkeepers luck,, its always the&lt;br /&gt;misforture of the player taking it and the last person in the world&lt;br /&gt;who i hoped to take the penalty took to the goal..Beckam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a disaster... with ma hands to ma mouth couldnt believe England&lt;br /&gt;had lost.. it was ma friends time to celebrate and she did...... had&lt;br /&gt;to accept it..defeat..thought to catch hold of that idoit and ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-108825041972013536?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108825041972013536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108825041972013536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/06/beckam-idoit-on-loose.html' title='Beckam-Idoit on the loose'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-108795290673697399</id><published>2004-06-22T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T18:08:26.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanily Musings II</title><content type='html'>As said by me earlier the week started off on a good note i must say&lt;br /&gt;ligtened up a little bit but monday nite damped things a little bit,&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me why!!!! though i guess now i feel a little alright..A&lt;br /&gt;songs coming thru ma head its from the band Coors , "What can i do".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. just had a thought yesterday that made me think, not that i&lt;br /&gt;dont think at other times just a thought that came thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is thought i wanna say but i cant for fear of others knowing it&lt;br /&gt;and although not many read it it still those who read might just pick&lt;br /&gt;up the pieces and put the story together, questions about which i&lt;br /&gt;might not be in a position to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i wonder should i go to writing the way i used to write before&lt;br /&gt;about the governement, and all the lame things happening around and&lt;br /&gt;not about ma life in general. The reason i had some thoughts of mine&lt;br /&gt;till around i started writing, then everything just vanished away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess enough musings for now, i thought i would write on&lt;br /&gt;something that i had ma head on till a few minutes now but i have&lt;br /&gt;written all but about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-108795290673697399?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108795290673697399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108795290673697399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/06/insanily-musings-ii.html' title='Insanily Musings II'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-108793364063455452</id><published>2004-06-22T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T12:47:20.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanily Musings</title><content type='html'>This week it started on a very different mood, nah my error count&lt;br /&gt;didnt improve sometthing else happened on monday that has far reaching&lt;br /&gt;effects, well it isnt really a very good thing, though i dont know it&lt;br /&gt;kinda lightened up things a lil bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-108793364063455452?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108793364063455452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108793364063455452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/06/insanily-musings.html' title='Insanily Musings'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-108785291082989976</id><published>2004-06-21T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T14:21:50.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Week</title><content type='html'>The Weekend is over, and an another week down the usual trail ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-108785291082989976?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108785291082989976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108785291082989976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/06/another-week.html' title='Another Week'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-108728817563318443</id><published>2004-06-15T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T18:06:43.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALIBAUG...Here we Come!!</title><content type='html'>After deliberating and putting off the hike for like weeks and the subsequent works , hike was scheduled on the night of Friday, 11 June to Alibaug, The Women in fact later decided that they wanted to come and the blame was on us that we kinda steamrolled all team picnic plans and went ahead with a boys overnight hike, Well all said and done we were  doing!!!!.....Ketan the king had arranged everything where we had to go so said and done we decided that we leave friday&lt;br /&gt;night 2225 hrs. But we hadn’t thought abt !!!!!!Harshit!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bombay Central @ 21 45 hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the time was set we all understand the schedule of Indian stretchable Time and therefore no one came on the time decided between 21 30 and 21 50. Even i didn’t make it though buying salami and tandoori is allowed as an excuse for arriving late. Well all people made it to the station.... All but one and that would be harshit. No one till date knows why he was late though there are a lot of explanations ... ;) The Dude calls us and tells us he is catching a train off ADH at 22.00 hrs and the bus leaves at 22.25. Though ST buses are not known for the Scheduled Departure, Murphy's law would work exactly at that moment. They would leave at the right time. And the best part HE'S GOT THE TICKETS. First Thought who in hell gave him the tickets,,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said about Murphy law the bus was on track at 22.15 and announcements were being made abt it scheduled departure from lounge 3. The bus left without us obviously. Now the tough part what to do??? Cancellation wasn’t really possible though somehow we got the tickets to another bus at  1.00 am. Wow . then Mr. Late Latif walks in … a 2 dozen bananas in his hands…Kelawala!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Knowing what to do at the bus terminal, we started a round of cricket and musica (crappy but who cares!!!). Finally the bus arrived at 0.15 hrs in the morning and we were on the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey was 3 hrs long and before long half the guys were fast asleep. The remaining though nothing but food . so we unloaded out tandoori, the chicken salami so sprite and other beverages and passed the journey hours sometimes joking mostly though blabbering insane thoughts and trying to wake up the other guys particularly HARSHIT. IQ who was calling himself the “insomniac” actually slept most of the part other times was begging for some chocolates. George had some funny moments after the chocolate wot with the beverages, the cold air and the chocolates making a heady concoction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- More coming up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-108728817563318443?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108728817563318443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108728817563318443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/06/alibaughere-we-come.html' title='ALIBAUG...Here we Come!!'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-108692268538273779</id><published>2004-06-10T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T19:58:05.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap PuBlicity .. Shitty Publicity</title><content type='html'>I thought i would avoid politics cause there is nothing more grosse than the sight of politicians (even grosser than carcasses) !! But and article on a website has made me do it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the link to it, Check it out... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man i have heard folks doing somethng for cheap publicity but this goes beyond all lows, The party has gone so low.. that how low is relative&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-108692268538273779?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108692268538273779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108692268538273779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/06/cheap-publicity-shitty-publicity.html' title='Cheap PuBlicity .. Shitty Publicity'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-10868606101400506</id><published>2004-06-09T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T02:43:30.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing At all</title><content type='html'>Am tryin to post since last acouple of days but havent been able to do anything, since ma mind just stops thinking abt anything about the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a gd and a pi yes for ma &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-10868606101400506?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/10868606101400506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/10868606101400506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/06/nothing-at-all.html' title='Nothing At all'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-108658550369282007</id><published>2004-06-06T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T22:18:23.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>New Week and starts where the earlier left, Lousy.&lt;br /&gt;Well the last didnt end the way it just was going downhill from the word GO. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-108658550369282007?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108658550369282007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108658550369282007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/06/paranoid.html' title='Paranoid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-108616531467949057</id><published>2004-06-01T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T18:30:14.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F&amp;*@ing Fed up</title><content type='html'>As i sad the week had started off, now its not only getting worse ... am getting fed up, Its been 5 months now since i joined here and now the strains are now showing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say know when you are being used cause they are gonna throw you like a eaten mango........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-108616531467949057?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108616531467949057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108616531467949057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/06/fing-fed-up.html' title='F&amp;*@ing Fed up'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-108605868971298951</id><published>2004-05-31T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T19:58:09.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Beginings</title><content type='html'>Long weekend is over now its back to work, but the week has started on a wrong note and am not not so sure how its gonna go!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i started to do a couple of things now they went down, Somehow the begining of week normally sets how they will go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top this i have a GD and PI for a BusinessSchool program and i havent starte preparations for it, God only knows how i am gonna get into one. On the good side of last week i saw the movie "The Day after Tomorrow", Wonderfull movie just goes to remind ya that u screw with nature, it will screw you so bad you hope you see the day after tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am seeing Harry porter this week, Wow thats like 3 to four movies in a month. Compared to what i was watching before which was near zilch for sometime tis is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-108605868971298951?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108605868971298951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108605868971298951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/06/bad-beginings.html' title='Bad Beginings'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-108571912921603159</id><published>2004-05-27T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T19:56:10.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday .. I'm in ,,,,</title><content type='html'>Friday ...&lt;br /&gt;Last day of the working Week!!!!!!!!!@@@@@@@@@@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well not such a good week, reports week is always hectic and then no sleep always, Catching a movie tomorrow "The day after tomorrow", funny when ure asking people , "hey do u wanna come for the movie the day after tomorrow", and they are like, dont know what am doing day after tomorrow, dont ya have work like on that day,... heheheheh !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going to regal like after a long time dont know when i went there maybe &lt;em&gt;Stuart Little&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-108571912921603159?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108571912921603159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108571912921603159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/05/friday-im-in.html' title='Friday .. I&apos;m in ,,,,'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-108554012934287815</id><published>2004-05-25T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T20:03:03.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Middle</title><content type='html'>Wednesday .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half day thru the week and 3 days to go for a long weekend, and man i hope to party, i think i will be goin to a picnic (finally), well the place we are going to is Alibaug, the beach being "kiem Beach" . Though ma docs orders i cant go out in the sun without protection, lets see what we can work out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling low this week actually dunno why., maybe because there are so many results in the offing, and i havent done all that well........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways ma friend got a new "Les Pauls" guitar, for newbees thats that one that slash uses on "Sweet Child of mine" yup that one , for all but 25K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-108554012934287815?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108554012934287815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108554012934287815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/05/in-middle.html' title='In the Middle'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-108547343971633612</id><published>2004-05-24T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T01:23:59.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Trulli&lt;/b&gt; Stupendous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-108547343971633612?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108547343971633612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108547343971633612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/05/trulli-stupendous.html' title=''/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-108513387948988616</id><published>2004-05-20T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T19:57:47.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Ahoy!!!!!.</title><content type='html'>One Day more at work then the weekend. Lolz two days of holidays,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;but i have no clue whatsoever what to do. Am slightly in a good mood now that ma error count is down... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do i do ,,, saturday!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-108513387948988616?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108513387948988616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108513387948988616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/05/weekend-ahoy.html' title='Weekend Ahoy!!!!!.'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-108493367129177108</id><published>2004-05-18T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T19:59:12.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shifts .. @#$%</title><content type='html'>The new Shifts have started and i look like a &lt;strong&gt;Zombie&lt;/strong&gt;. Its not the problem of the shift just that i have so much else to do too, and never end up gettin the reqd sleep to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey getting up at 4.00 am sure is fun, i look out of my window the chowkidar trying hard to stay awake and failing miserably in it, the yellow tainted roads (from the sulphur gas lights on the street), the trees with the yellow , black tang and the sweet sounds of the night by the birds, a lone dog wandering of the street all look so serene, the best of all is the calmness seems to drive anyone wild, insane because of the noise and madness of the awake world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i walk the street down to take the bus down on the main road, the scene changes minute by minute, my street looks so deserted, but the way to the main road is slightly more bright since it is dawned by white flouroscent lights, the chowkidars in the adjacant complex more awake than mine and people on the street, and the buses on their normal routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the Big Brother City Mumbai , i guess Thane too does not sleep though it does catch a few winks here and there, atleast in the city that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-108493367129177108?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108493367129177108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108493367129177108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/05/shifts.html' title='Shifts .. @#$%'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-108476421630427574</id><published>2004-05-16T18:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T20:01:48.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up %^&amp;*</title><content type='html'>Wake Up .. Sleepy Head Work at 6.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is now at 6.00 am. That means i have to get up in the wee hours of the ngiht i.e. 4'o clock in the morning where normally i would have some nice dreams about surfing at some cool place or sking down aspen.. and the beautiful chicks around..... now... i am making Tea at 4, and running to catch a train at 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-108476421630427574?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108476421630427574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108476421630427574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/05/wake-up.html' title='Wake Up %^&amp;*'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-108476419464025792</id><published>2004-05-16T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T20:02:29.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up ..^&amp;%&amp;</title><content type='html'>Wake up Sleepy Head Work at 6.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is now at 6.00 am. That means i have to get up in the wee hours of the ngiht i.e. 4'o clock in the morning where normally i would have some nice dreams about surfing at some cool place or sking down aspen.. and the beautiful chicks around..... now... i am making Tea at 4, and running to catch a train at 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-108476419464025792?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108476419464025792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108476419464025792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/05/wake-up_17.html' title='Wake Up ..^&amp;%&amp;'/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-108452028554360128</id><published>2004-05-14T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T00:44:13.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey!!! Its been a long time since last posts, the new bloggers template kicks some real ass!!!! .. Check out mine new one, i find this among the best of them all, though the same couldnt be said abt the blog or ma life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been tumultous all this while and since maybe last 2 weeks i have Queen 's " I want to break Free" song on list everytime i enter ma home. Even Desperado by Eagles has found time on ma playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am out of words every time i think of posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night when i returned home there was a package for me, ma mobile bill. Thats wasnt a good sight the bill damm... but its seemed heavier than usual. On opening i find there is a privilages package in it, WoW i say .. WOW again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pack had this book of priviliges which has a lot of discounts and stuff, It shows these glossy pics of Bombay and it's beaches and star hotels and stuff like that that ... looks very enchanting to a non mumbaite....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning i took the 11.55 fast train to work, and reaching the CST station(i call it VT still) i saw some really poor guys trying to smoke some nasty stuff up their nostrils... just to stay away from the pain ( thats what ma mind could think of ). Why the GAP ... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-108452028554360128?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108452028554360128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/108452028554360128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/05/hey-its-been-long-time-since-last.html' title=''/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-107906671403951121</id><published>2004-03-11T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T20:48:24.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life and all the things???&lt;br /&gt;Things have been goin downhill . right from the word go.. this week . after we returned from "Matheran".. I guess everyone has their good and bad times and  i guess have used them good ones for now ... but then whatz new !!! .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway tis blogs and blogs are confusing me a lot.. as you may have noticed.. the ghost writes more that me any day.. and to say am a lazy *s&amp; isnt that incorrect.. but yeah time is a rare commodity that i am finding hard to procure now a days ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess there fore i have come up with a sol..or just another problem.. Check this site out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/floydian_05"&gt;#Click Me#&lt;/a&gt;.. This will be an update on when when any of my other blogs are updated and stuff like that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-107906671403951121?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/107906671403951121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/107906671403951121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/03/life-and-all-things-things-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-107824104651888394</id><published>2004-03-02T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T07:27:03.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dont Give In&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just been the same &lt;br /&gt;they will do the same to you &lt;br /&gt;as they did it to me&lt;br /&gt;kill the soul to get the body &lt;br /&gt;leave the remains for the dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they play with your mind &lt;br /&gt;yeah thats where they start&lt;br /&gt;so u need to wait and dont give in&lt;br /&gt;the moment u do say good bye &lt;br /&gt;the times will be slower &lt;br /&gt;the wait for death longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont give in.. dont give in &lt;br /&gt;without a fight , dont say die&lt;br /&gt;All they want is for u do that&lt;br /&gt;without it they wont do a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] [Delete] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-107824104651888394?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/107824104651888394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/107824104651888394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/03/dont-give-in-its-just-been-same-they.html' title=''/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-107811467743595931</id><published>2004-02-29T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T00:58:02.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Strairway To Matheran....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = '-1'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Word.. Ok a Few words abt the trek...Exhilaration, Excitement and Entertainment Exemplified &lt;br /&gt;Another few words...Insanily Fantabulously Fantastic.........!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Went .. We Climbed and we F$#!'g Conquered.. the mountain... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was under the assumption that this would be just another trek done so many times over.. to a place like matheran.. well i was made to eat my words the moment the stepped out the train at 10.50 pm on a warm , Thursday. The original band of brothers was supposed to be around 12, but a couple of guys dropped out..well then lets hope they arent reading this..!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching the 11.30 local to Karjat we started on our journey to Matheran.. Considering we were gonna spend around 2.5 hrs in it we thought we would all take some rest.. but then guys will be guys and things started rocking and rollin..  and time flew and as per my guess none other that Reuben got to catch a few winks.. Harshit.. also did try to catch a few ones but i guess he was rudely discouraged when someone poked a lil boot ...oouch.!!!! As we neared Neral however .. things got a little quieter with the lights fading off and then.. One such Dimmer resulted in Shankarsun... got a nice wake up call when some of us pounced on him.. All he could do is complain.....abt his sore elbow...lolz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Station&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = '-1'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after a 2 hr journey from city to Nowhere land we entered Neral Station.. A few other teams also on their way to the same place were the only other ones to get off..We planned to set out to trek after a cuppa of chai when a couple of dogs went after each other's throats, finally agreeing which would accompany us ( this was not immediately apparant to us) After having somewhat .. different tasting Chai.. we set out to conquer the mountain.. Time Exactly 2.00 am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lets Go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = '-1'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Question-&gt;Who Knew the Way??? &lt;br /&gt;Aparantly no one except the dog.. of whom... Tuggie had huge misgivings about. Another thing this looked amazingly a ghost town.. narrow roads. flanked on both sides by houses which looked deserted though none had the guts to prove otherwise.. and dogs ..Every Ten steps we walked we were welcomed by a band of dogs.. all barking their hearts out..at the poor dog who was accompaning us.. then backing off because of the other 10 dogs accompaning him...After a while we came to a sort of "Naka" a board showing straight ahead Matheran..7 Kms.. The troops started walking up with the dog leading the way.. All had different explanations to why the dog would accompany us .. none though would come to the right one .. which would come later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked the darkness seemed to light up the journey.. The torches being the only light we started walking up with the climb growing steeper as we did.. Although Tuggie was trying to put a point ., that we would enjoy the trip if we kept quiet the others didnt somehow really care for the idea..The silence of the land though overwhelmed me .. The night throws its own surprises and it really not dark as they say ... The darker the night the more light it seems to shed ... The stars were brighter and at different points us Astronomers tried figuring out the north star.. and all other stars .. how true were those calculations is anyones guess..After stopping for a while to eat a few bananas and some juice we proceeded again to march the lonely mountain.. we did meet some fellow trekkers along the way and passed them .. they couldnt take our pace .. set by Tuggie..!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we progressed the climb was gettin Steeper .. and Steeper... with boards saying "1st Gear" just annoying us all the more.. but the exictement was the factor which was kept us going on and on...We Stopped we Trekked .... We Could see light and as we moved towards it . they seemed to jump mountain and seemed to be on the next hill .. and so on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Feeling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = '-1'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All was well and fine the euphoria and excitement hadnt dimmed a little ... and it was around 3.30 - 4.00 am and i guess we had about 1.5 - 2 kms to go.. when it happened.. we had just passed "Water Pipe Station" ..The guys suddenly had a wierd feeling .. all of em.. it was dark ahead and the turn was sharp .. the lone road just was a catalyst in playing around the minds of men.. SS gave out a loud scream/yelled at everyone or someone  .. scared the shit out of Everything/everyone . that would have troubled us .. though SS debated the fact that he wasnt scared..  So we just decided to take a rest .at waterpipe Station ... There were lights inside but apparently no one was in.. we sat on the tracks .. outside and opened the snacks ... Sleep took over some of em.. the rest ate the food.. and others thought about panthers and lions and tigers..(thuggie again the leader).... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.00 Am &lt;/b&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = '-1'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Couple of guys turned up .. they were the guys belonging to the Station. They guys except the ones sleeping.. asked them a few questions on how long how far etc etc.. They Troubled us with a point that someone from a group which went earlier than us had a small problemm one of their guys got into a small problem.. No use explaining it here ..Someone asked for a small match and we lit a small bonfire and went on Warming ourselves a little..Ru not satisfied with the heat ... went down to the tracks and lit one next to them (budding arsonist)...By 6.00 am.. all of us had warmed themselves.. some had warmed parts they would not normally would have thought abt.. meaning stomachs ..et all .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.00 AM ; 2 Kms to go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = '-1'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Trek Began again.. The weather was becoming warmer and the thought of catching the first rays of the sun from matheran .. was acting as .. to get us walking faster and faster .. lasting maybe 200 metres.&lt;br /&gt;Removing a few photos we walked . some(yours truly) treking without their Tshirts on..(good!! not photos to show that)..Apart from the pace slowing .... quickening a .. few open mouths .. wondering .. wow this is WoW.. we moved up without any more hurdles .... The view from the mountains was wonderfull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 7.00 AM we reached Matheran...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls watch this place for the Part 2 and more of the Matheran Trek.. either here or &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="theghostwhowalks.blogspot.com"&gt;Ghost Talks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do check out &lt;a href="dsotm.blogspot.com"&gt;Nothingman&lt;/a&gt; for more .. of the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-107811467743595931?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/107811467743595931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/107811467743595931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/03/strairway-to-matheran.html' title=''/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6536988.post-107785580485356030</id><published>2004-02-26T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T00:45:23.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size='-1'&gt;The Title of the Blog is incidently inspired from the Led Zeppellin Song "A Whole Lotta Love" . The Name of the blogs looks different and wierd i guess.. The reason for this being that it was actually synurge..and It was the name of the Band of urs .. that failed to rise anywhere above the realm of ur minds buried in the ashes of education and soceital pressures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at present am being inspired with Iron Maiden.. this is one band that has been on my "Favorite List" since  a  very long time ..My favorities being "Fear of the Dark" and Run to the hills and the &lt;b&gt;Parent Shocking&lt;/B&gt;"Bring you Daughter to the Slaughter " , but there is this one that recently has hit my head very ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the Lyrics of the Song &lt;br /&gt;Wasted Years Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the coast of gold, across the seven seas&lt;br /&gt;I'm travellin' on, far and wide&lt;br /&gt;But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself&lt;br /&gt;And all the things I sometimes do, it isn't me but&lt;br /&gt;someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes, and think of home&lt;br /&gt;Another city goes by in the night&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it funny how it is, you never miss it 'til it's&lt;br /&gt;gone away&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is lying there and will be 'til my&lt;br /&gt;dying day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;So understand&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time always searching for&lt;br /&gt;those wasted years&lt;br /&gt;Face up... make your stand&lt;br /&gt;And realise you're living in the golden years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Can't ease this pain, so easily&lt;br /&gt;When you can't find the words to say it's hard to&lt;br /&gt;make it through another day&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me wanna cry and throw my&lt;br /&gt;hands up to the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6536988-107785580485356030?l=sinurge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/107785580485356030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6536988/posts/default/107785580485356030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sinurge.blogspot.com/2004/02/title-of-blog-is-incidently-inspired.html' title=''/><author><name>LostSoul</name><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></entry></feed>
