<?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-21587669</id><updated>2011-11-08T16:57:26.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOLDENINNEREYE</title><subtitle type='html'>Rhythm of the Music is Life's only Motivation</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-5361206405942895570</id><published>2010-12-06T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T09:19:02.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey girl in blue... am missin you... hey girl in blue.. am happy for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey girl in blue.. alls ok now... hey girl in blue am missin you tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-5361206405942895570?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/5361206405942895570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=5361206405942895570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/5361206405942895570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/5361206405942895570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2010/12/hey-girl-in-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-9197817309485494322</id><published>2010-10-16T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T15:20:31.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just want a vacation... I dont want any pressures of my career following me there and I want no guilt of anything thats happened before.. Yes I am at a good place yes am doin good for myself but what I really really want is... I want to take a break...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-9197817309485494322?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/9197817309485494322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=9197817309485494322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/9197817309485494322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/9197817309485494322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-just-want-vacation.html' title=''/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-3904177708981611923</id><published>2010-07-01T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T10:40:25.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For You CD</title><content type='html'>Just so that I remember this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Angel in the Night - Bass Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my light in the dark&lt;br /&gt;You are the beating in my heart&lt;br /&gt;But that is not enough&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever be by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my angel in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Every Morning - Bass Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning I wake up and I think of you&lt;br /&gt;with a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;I’m a man in love .. and she’s glorious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I miss you - Bass Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna feel the way that I do&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be right here with you&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna see, see us apart&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna tell you straight from my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Love you more - Bass Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the stars fall down, let the leaves turn brown&lt;br /&gt;So you know you can never make me love you more&lt;br /&gt;Let the redwoods die, let the wells run dry&lt;br /&gt;So you know you can never make me love you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Amazing song.... I wish we could too sing this song together&lt;br /&gt;I love it.... Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I like the way the song is as a whole... I can dance like mad...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Now you're Gone - Bass Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're gone&lt;br /&gt;I realize my love for you was strong&lt;br /&gt;and I miss you here now you're gone&lt;br /&gt;I keep waiting here by the phone&lt;br /&gt;with the pictures hanging on the wall&lt;br /&gt;is this the way it's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;only dreaming that your missing me&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting here at home&lt;br /&gt;I'll go crazy now you're gone&lt;br /&gt;There's an empty place in my heart&lt;br /&gt;without my Anna it will break apart&lt;br /&gt;it won't heal, it never fades away&lt;br /&gt;I will think about you everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Walk on Water - Bass Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never be afraid again.&lt;br /&gt;I will keep on fighting 'till the end.&lt;br /&gt;I can water walk on water, I can fly.&lt;br /&gt;I will keep on fighting 'till I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalalalalalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Away - Enrique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect we said we'd never be&lt;br /&gt;So why is this happening to me&lt;br /&gt;No way no way (no way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. It must be Love - Enrique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to find a place where I can hide&lt;br /&gt;But everytime I try to fight the feeling it takes over me&lt;br /&gt;It must be love baby cause it's killing me looking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;It must be love cause every time you walk away I just fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what it is, but I feel I'm in too deep&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't know what it is, it must be love&lt;br /&gt;It must be love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost inside your love - Enrique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost inside your love, believe me&lt;br /&gt;And if I don't come up then leave me&lt;br /&gt;inside your love forever&lt;br /&gt;Inside your love...whooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I m so lost inside your love that each day without u when u r not around seems so long... trust me it seems more than a year... suddenly i want the time to pass by in a jiffy so i can see you soon... Its so lonely without u ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Miss you - Enrique and Nadiya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I miss you - I miss you&lt;br /&gt;A chaqun de nos pas&lt;br /&gt;Mon coeur manque de toi&lt;br /&gt;To keep from running away&lt;br /&gt;At any cost&lt;br /&gt;laisse moi le temps de t'aimer&lt;br /&gt;Just to see what I've lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I so miss you... I so miss you.... I so so so miss you.... I so so so so miss you :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Stay Here Tonight - Enrique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay here tonight, stay here tonight&lt;br /&gt;'cause when you're around me everything's right, don't go&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;Stay here tonight, stay here tonight&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you in my arms show you what that's like, don't go&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me tonight, I need you, Stay with me tonight, I need you&lt;br /&gt;Stay.. [fade out]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I wanted to say this on the most amazing and beautiful romantic Sunday that we had.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Butterfly Wings - Owl City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we leave the ground&lt;br /&gt;And take to the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'll smilie as im gazing down&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've always wonder why we won't need feathers to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We should have our butterfly wings......Such beautiful song :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Fireflies - Owl City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to make myself believe&lt;br /&gt;That planet Earth turns, slowly&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;Because my dreams are bursting at the seams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Your favourite.... :D&lt;br /&gt;I shud get a kiss for this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Hot Air Baloon - Owl City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be out of mind&lt;br /&gt;and you'll be out of ideas pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;So let's spend the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;in a cold hot air balloon.&lt;br /&gt;Leave your jacket behind&lt;br /&gt;Lean out and touch the tree tops over town.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to kiss the ground wherever we touch back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lets do something like this na... Somethin new and different. It will so much fun, adventurous and ROMANTIC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If my heart was a house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circle me and the needles moves gracefully&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth, if my heart was a compass you'd be North&lt;br /&gt;Risk it all cause I'll catch you if you fall&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go, if my heart was a house you'd be home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my heart was a house, you'd be home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I so wish my heart was a house... i did keep u home 24/7.... its so mee na... the song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I'll meet you there - Owl City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be anywhere&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you there&lt;br /&gt;You could be anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes and see everything you can be&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I can meet you anywhere.. You have no idea how much i m missin u here. U must have reached Goa or must be reaching. I wish we were together there. I so wanted to be with you... So want to be with u right now. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Meteor Shower - Owl City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not my own, for I have been made new&lt;br /&gt;Please don't let me go I desperately need You &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Its such a beautiful one... It feels so good that you are with me.&lt;br /&gt;Please dont let me go... i really really need u...&lt;br /&gt;I am not my own, i have changed i hv changed for u... u have made me new... Everythin is so different of me now when i look back.... I am for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. On the Wing - Owl City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you there?&lt;br /&gt;Are you there, or are you just a decoy dream in my head?&lt;br /&gt;Am I home or am I simply tumbling all alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;His songs are so like a dreamland thing na... We should also have a dreamland where we can have anything we like, do anything we want... theres freedom of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Strawberry Avalanche - Owl City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a world of dreams and reverie&lt;br /&gt;Where I felt the stars explode around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;To be honest downloaded this song cz its called Strawberry Avalanche... But not bad at all na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Sunburn - Owl City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her smile came back and I didn't feel half as horrible&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a heart attack&lt;br /&gt;We both put our sunblock on, played on the beach and vowed that we'd live and we'd learn&lt;br /&gt;But she got a tan, and I got a sunburn&lt;br /&gt;She got a tan, and I got a sunburn&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but she got a tan, and I got a sunburn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. The Christmas song - Owl City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anyone at home to talk to&lt;br /&gt;And you don't have anything to do&lt;br /&gt;So I'll spend my Christmas with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. The tip of the iceberg - Owl City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow drifts build up and enfold us&lt;br /&gt;As we wait out this winter storm&lt;br /&gt;So we snuggle close in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;And keep each other so warm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yes we do keep each other warm... We feel the warmth wit each other in each other... n i so wanna kiss u rite now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Umbrella Beach - Owl City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll spread my wings and fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is a boxcar and it's so far out of reach&lt;br /&gt;Hidden under umbrella beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Special Owl City Edition for you coz you like it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Vanilla Twilight - Owl City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When violet eyes get brighter&lt;br /&gt;And heavy wings grow lighter&lt;br /&gt;I'll taste the sky and feel alive again&lt;br /&gt;And I'll forget the world that I knew&lt;br /&gt;But I swear I won't forget you&lt;br /&gt;Oh if my voice could reach back through the past&lt;br /&gt;I'd whisper in your ear:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh darling I wish you were here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;U know na i loveee this song..... i loveeeeeeeee it i lovvvvveee yoouuuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. 123456 - Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy&lt;br /&gt;It's as easy as 1-2-1-2-3-4&lt;br /&gt;There's only&lt;br /&gt;ONE thing&lt;br /&gt;TWO do&lt;br /&gt;THREE words&lt;br /&gt;FOUR you...&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;There's only&lt;br /&gt;ONE way&lt;br /&gt;TWO say&lt;br /&gt;Those THREE words&lt;br /&gt;And that's what I'll do...&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;1-2-3-4&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;(I love you) I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Anything - Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could've told me why you had to go&lt;br /&gt;I try to tell myself just let it go&lt;br /&gt;But I see your face, it's everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chill... I understand...lol :)&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes i dont understand so u shud make me understand ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Come Back to Me - Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me&lt;br /&gt;I still believe&lt;br /&gt;If you could see the sad look on my face&lt;br /&gt;You'd be in your car headed back to my place&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my knees&lt;br /&gt;If you could see the sad look on my face&lt;br /&gt;You'd be in your car headed back to my place                                                                                     &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I love you.... I m gonna so miss u whn u in Pune... I ll be in a very similar situation :(            Don't ever forget me... And we will be together so wht u r far away :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Faster - Plain white T's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll lose my voice&lt;br /&gt;if you wont make a choice&lt;br /&gt;I'll lose my head&lt;br /&gt;if you go to him again&lt;br /&gt;I’ll lose my mind&lt;br /&gt;if you won't take me back tonight&lt;br /&gt;take me back tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Hey there Delilah - Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;You be good and don't you miss me&lt;br /&gt;Two more years and you'll be done with school&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be making history like I do&lt;br /&gt;You'll know it's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;We can do whatever we want to&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah here's to you&lt;br /&gt;This one's for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;What you do to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;One of the most amazing song for you... I wish i could sing like this for u ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Last Call - Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take this time and think&lt;br /&gt;The look in my eyes lookin' at you&lt;br /&gt;Just take this time and think&lt;br /&gt;Just take this time and think&lt;br /&gt;Just take this time and think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I STILL BELIEVE IN YOU AND I ALWAYS DID AND I ALWAYS WILL&lt;br /&gt;See here also it says our honeymoon in Paris... Chal na please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Making a Memory - Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night's such a beautiful night (making a memory)&lt;br /&gt;Now you're staying&lt;br /&gt;(Making a memory)&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why we put up such a fight (making a memory)&lt;br /&gt;Over nothing&lt;br /&gt;(Making a memory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Don't you think we should say Sunday was a beautiful day... More than that Hot and Sexy day :P, What say? Love day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Meet me in California - Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not that easy&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna make you cry&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna see you smile again&lt;br /&gt;'cause everything I used to be&lt;br /&gt;Is waiting over there for me&lt;br /&gt;This is a beginning not an end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I should tell you na meet me in Paris ;)&lt;br /&gt;I still wish it would be possible....Positive about it :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. My Only One - Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you leave me alone?&lt;br /&gt;If you love me too, can I call you my only one?&lt;br /&gt;If you say no, I won't let go&lt;br /&gt;My only one.&lt;br /&gt;If you believe we were meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you leave me alone?&lt;br /&gt;If you believe we were meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you leave me alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my lauta sa pyaara sa cute sa chubby sa sweet sa lovely sa sexy sa hottie sa Only One.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Our Time Now - Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the dance for all the lovers&lt;br /&gt;Takin' a chance for one another&lt;br /&gt;Finally it's our time now&lt;br /&gt;These are the times that we'll remember&lt;br /&gt;Breaking the city's heart together&lt;br /&gt;Finally it's our time now&lt;br /&gt;It's our time now&lt;br /&gt;(It's our time now)&lt;br /&gt;It's our time now&lt;br /&gt;(It's our time now)&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Finally it's our time now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Its our time now... Lets enjoy every moment wit each other and live it up... And never regret ever in life that we didnt enjoy and loved each other when we had the chance to.... I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Someday - Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we won't say never&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll all be together&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll all reach higher&lt;br /&gt;Someday we won't be so tired&lt;br /&gt;Someday we won't say never&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll all live forever&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll all live forever&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll all live forever&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll all live forever&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Its a nice soothing song... Like it... thot of u... So its for u.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Sunlight - Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;Come home&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;I need you near me&lt;br /&gt;Come home&lt;br /&gt;Well it's lonely now&lt;br /&gt;In this hotel room&lt;br /&gt;And these sheets are empty, love&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am always waiting for u.... Always lonely without u... Love u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Write You a Song - Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write you a song&lt;br /&gt;That's how you'll know that my love is still strong&lt;br /&gt;I will write you a song&lt;br /&gt;And you'll know from this song that I just can't go on without&lt;br /&gt;I will write you a song (I will write you a song)&lt;br /&gt;That's how you'll know that my love is still strong (love is still strong)&lt;br /&gt;I will write you a song&lt;br /&gt;And you know from this song that I just can't go on without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Its such a beautiful song. Fabulous.... Its jus only and only for you... You said na i m the guy... I can be the guy and do this for u :) Love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. You and Me  - Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I'm going to say before my mouth even makes a sound&lt;br /&gt;And that's why we make a good you and me&lt;br /&gt;I know from the sound of your breathing exactly what you are feeling&lt;br /&gt;This is why we make a good you and me&lt;br /&gt;Make a good you and me&lt;br /&gt;Make a good you and me&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is so perfect actually na for you and me. Don't you think so .... I feel so... Read it properly and hear it too ... And tell me ... Its so us na.... Muaaaaaaaahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. All The way for you - Poets of the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please remember that I'm gonna follow through all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my love, if it's all I can do, I'll take the fall 4 U&lt;br /&gt;Cos I will soar when I lay down with you and give my all 4 U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You like Poets of the Fall and i do it too... Its self expressive.... my expressive darling. Muaah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Change - Poets of the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this chill at my heel&lt;br /&gt;That makes the protections I've built around my pseudo world premiere&lt;br /&gt;Tearing my utopian fiction apart as it happens to just pass along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a change coming on&lt;br /&gt;Rolling out of the blue like a storm&lt;br /&gt;Crashing against my delirious thoughts where humanity's waiting alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish you'd only see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Dawn - Poets of the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new light is warm, shining down on you after the storm&lt;br /&gt;Don't mourn what is gone, greet the dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n' I will be standing by your side&lt;br /&gt;together we'll face the turning tide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Desire - Poets of the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill sweet desire, faith may numb the trial, but can you run all your life&lt;br /&gt;Kill sweet desire, truth will make a liar, you can run but not hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given into this sensation, feel I've run too far&lt;br /&gt;Cannot see beyond emotion, see what the options are&lt;br /&gt;With no faith to trust the notion, I fear I'm losing all control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Dreaming Wide Awake - Poets of the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm racing to the sun, blindly face the blazing gun&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm afraid I will be left here without you&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm racing not to run, give more when I have none&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm afraid I will be left here without you... wide awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another place and time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll dream you... wide awake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Dying to Live - Poets of the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind me now the winding road they sing of&lt;br /&gt;I've come to stand before a silent wall&lt;br /&gt;Finally a chance to find a question&lt;br /&gt;To point out the right answer after all ...this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rid us of the plight, the plight of self affliction&lt;br /&gt;Generations choice the drug of self deception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the way you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Fire - Poets of the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look there it is in the news again, yeah&lt;br /&gt;There it goes singing the blues again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire flare alight inside me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire, return my joy cos I'm so&lt;br /&gt;Tired, tired of me&lt;br /&gt;Inspire the weary eyed to see the&lt;br /&gt;Ire and Irony&lt;br /&gt;Oh fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Fragile - Poets of the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been going out of way to agree&lt;br /&gt;Like you've been rubbing yourself all wrong just to be somebody else's genie&lt;br /&gt;Catering to your disasters every need&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to finally be set free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said baby don't worry&lt;br /&gt;Life will carry&lt;br /&gt;Just take it slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos the love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Heal My wounds - poets of the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here and now with all dreams realized&lt;br /&gt;Would you choose still more time to do&lt;br /&gt;Don't fall down cos I need you to rise&lt;br /&gt;No-one else can heal my wounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Illusion and Dream - poets of the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whatever makes you see&lt;br /&gt;Makes you believe&lt;br /&gt;And forget about the premonition you need to conceive&lt;br /&gt;The images they sell are Illusion and Dream&lt;br /&gt;In other words dishonesty&lt;br /&gt;With silence comes peace&lt;br /&gt;With peace comes freedom&lt;br /&gt;With freedom comes silence &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Locking up the sun - Poets of the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a hero somewhere, someone who appears and saves the day&lt;br /&gt;Someone who holds out a hand and turns back time&lt;br /&gt;Is there a hero somewhere, someone who will never walk away&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't turn a blind eye to a crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the emptiness, there's a solution,&lt;br /&gt;just look within yourself for absolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Maybe tomorrow is a better day - Poets of the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day will die tonight and there ain't no exception&lt;br /&gt;Why should I wait for nothing to wait for&lt;br /&gt;I won't cry for my solitude, lay my head and dream of you&lt;br /&gt;And hope that you'll come knocking on my door&lt;br /&gt;And maybe tomorrow is a better day&lt;br /&gt;I know tomorrow is a better day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Rewind - Poets of the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind, I wanna go it again, light up the dark, halo on the side&lt;br /&gt;So I'll know it will not leave me wanting, I see my heart, waving me bye-bye&lt;br /&gt;Rewind, I wanna go it again, light up the dark, halo on the side&lt;br /&gt;So I'll know it will not leave me wanting, like my love, kissing me good bye&lt;br /&gt;Rewind, I wanna go it again, light up the dark, halo on the side &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Roses - Poets of the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I'm crying alone&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, when I'm cold as a dying stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow me a garden of roses&lt;br /&gt;Paint me the colors of sky and rain&lt;br /&gt;Teach me to speak with their voices&lt;br /&gt;Show me the way and I'll try again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Sleep - Poets of the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in&lt;br /&gt;Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within&lt;br /&gt;Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in&lt;br /&gt;And carry you over to a new morning &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Smoke and Mirrors - Poets of the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the melody's void of sympathy&lt;br /&gt;cos that shit's in byte size bits on YouTube&lt;br /&gt;so tell me what am I supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;When the malady's no remedy&lt;br /&gt;Till we reach the lowest absolute&lt;br /&gt;And necessity will finally force something through what's walling you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we even know who we are... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Someone Special - Poets of the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's here to write her name&lt;br /&gt;On my skin with kisses&lt;br /&gt;In the rain, hold my head and ease my pain&lt;br /&gt;In a world that's gone insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back row to the left, a little to the side&lt;br /&gt;Slightly out of the place&lt;br /&gt;Look beyond the light, where you'd least expect&lt;br /&gt;There's someone special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Beautiful Liar - Beyonce and Shakira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;Shakira Shakira&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;Shakira Shakira&lt;br /&gt;(Hey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Beyonce] (Ay) Let's not kill the karma&lt;br /&gt;(Ay) Let's not start a fight&lt;br /&gt;(Ay) It's not worth the drama&lt;br /&gt;For a beautiful liar&lt;br /&gt;[Shakira] Can't we laugh about it (Ha Ha Ha)&lt;br /&gt;(Oh) It's not worth our time&lt;br /&gt;(Oh) We can live without 'em&lt;br /&gt;Just a beautiful liar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Eyes like yours - Shakira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came from Bahrein, got to Beirut&lt;br /&gt;Looking for someone comparing to you&lt;br /&gt;Tearing down windows and doors&lt;br /&gt;And I could not find eyes like yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Long Time - Shakira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time long time&lt;br /&gt;That's the way I've loved you baby&lt;br /&gt;Long night it's been a long night&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking the record, told ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minutes are eternal lately&lt;br /&gt;Long night it's been a long night&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to touch you, touch you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Waka Waka - Shakira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsamina mina, eh eh&lt;br /&gt;Waka waka, eh eh&lt;br /&gt;Tsamina mina zangalewa&lt;br /&gt;Anawa a a&lt;br /&gt;Tsamina mina, eh eh&lt;br /&gt;Waka waka, eh eh&lt;br /&gt;Tsamina mina zangalewa&lt;br /&gt;This time for Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Change - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the night things changed&lt;br /&gt;Can you see it now?&lt;br /&gt;These walls that they put up to hold us back fell down&lt;br /&gt;It’s a revolution, throw your hands up&lt;br /&gt;Cause we never gave in&lt;br /&gt;And we sang hallelujah, we sang hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Forever and Always - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I stare at the phone, he still hasn't called&lt;br /&gt;And then you feel so low you cant feel nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;And you flashback to when we said forever and always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it rains in your bedroom&lt;br /&gt;Everything is wrong&lt;br /&gt;It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;'cause I was there when you said forever and always&lt;br /&gt;You didn't mean it baby, you said forever and always... yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. The Best Day - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why all the trees change in the fall&lt;br /&gt;I know you were on my side&lt;br /&gt;Even when I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;And I love you for giving me your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Staying back and watching me shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't know if you knew&lt;br /&gt;So I'm taking this chance to say&lt;br /&gt;That I had the best day&lt;br /&gt;With you today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Its a daddy's song but its nicey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. The Way I Loved you - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;It's 2am and I'm cursing your name&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love that I acted insane&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Breaking down and coming undone&lt;br /&gt;It's a roller coaster kinda rush&lt;br /&gt;And I never knew I could feel that much&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Never knew I could feel that much&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I loved you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I fear similar things happening to me in 2yrs time... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Today was a fairytale - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can you feel this magic in the air?&lt;br /&gt;It must have been the way you kissed me&lt;br /&gt;Fell in love when I saw you standing there&lt;br /&gt;It must have been the way&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;It must have been the way&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Extra lovey dovey song. :)&lt;br /&gt;Its not bad too be lovey dovey with you&lt;br /&gt;I love it sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. You are not sorry - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you don't have to call anymore&lt;br /&gt;I won't pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;This is the last straw&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to beg for&lt;br /&gt;And you can tell me that you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;But I don't believe you baby&lt;br /&gt;Like I did - before&lt;br /&gt;You're not sorry, no no oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not sorry, no no oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her letter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Chubby Hubby&lt;br /&gt;I know I call you this on purpose but I like so I do.&lt;br /&gt;So here is a small package of some beautiful songs u may or may not like with the lyrics. And at the end of most lyrics is a one liner message from me. Don’t feel bad if you do not find any message in some because some songs are just too self explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to know na what I used to do when I was missing you the time you had gone to Goa and Surat. This is what I used to do. Collect some songs I thought you might like. I am sure you must be having some or may be most them but it is ok.&lt;br /&gt;So wassup… I wonder how you must be feeling about this day. Is it something unexpected?&lt;br /&gt;Were you expecting this day might come?&lt;br /&gt;For me it is surprising really very surprising. &lt;br /&gt;Are you really my boyfriend? Haha.. I know what you must be thinking. Suddenly there are thousands of question in your mind as to why am I saying this. And you really want to know the answer na?&lt;br /&gt;In one year you have changed and as you had said earlier I have also changed not a bit but a lot. Yes I have and I realize that.&lt;br /&gt;There is lots to say but I think this time I should say it and not write it. So cya&lt;br /&gt;Love u loads…. Take care and have the most awesome day ever full of beautiful memories &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-3904177708981611923?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/3904177708981611923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=3904177708981611923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/3904177708981611923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/3904177708981611923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-you-cd.html' title='For You CD'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-6469102956941660225</id><published>2010-06-10T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T13:56:25.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry...</title><content type='html'>Dear Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not standing by you, I feel guilty for loving you truly and still not having you by my side... your love was pure for me and so was mine for you.. maybe some day in some way or some birth we will meet again... I am really really not able to get you to be with me... did whatever I could to make u happy when I was with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No other song than this can explain my situation better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my love&lt;br /&gt;Can I get to your soul&lt;br /&gt;Can you get to my thought&lt;br /&gt;Can we promise we won't let go&lt;br /&gt;All the things that I need&lt;br /&gt;All the things that you need&lt;br /&gt;You can make it feel so real.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you can't deny&lt;br /&gt;You've blown my mind&lt;br /&gt;When I touch your body&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm loosing control&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you can't deny&lt;br /&gt;You've blown my mind&lt;br /&gt;When I see you baby&lt;br /&gt;I just don't wanna let go&lt;br /&gt;I hate to see you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stereo Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-6469102956941660225?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/6469102956941660225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=6469102956941660225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/6469102956941660225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/6469102956941660225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2010/06/sorry.html' title='sorry...'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-2304108418244171235</id><published>2010-02-26T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T23:35:53.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FARTology</title><content type='html'>Note - If you have a weak heart.. or a small appetite to laugh or in a bad mood and won't laugh on anything then this article is just not for you.&lt;br /&gt;Also please note that if you are not familiar with grotesque articles on grotesque subjects then also stop reading now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have ignored the above warnings then read on -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The write up is based on the following question -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does a fart mean to you? What does a fart mean to other people? What does a fart mean at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fart is relief from a lot of things.. stomach ache, potty trouble.. sometimes when u cant shit u fart and relieve urself... fart is also generated when u drink too much cola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fart at home goes unnoticed... but u need to see that others really don't notice and not that u conveniently dont look at others holding their noses as hard as they can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fart in the crowded train in d morning also doesnt go unnoticed&lt;br /&gt;In case u thought I'll just pass it through and no one will notice then boss its ur duty to Shit at home.. so if u dont and make others smell it 'We Know!!' Its just that we are indians... we smell it avoid it... try avodiing it rather... look at others.. manage a smile.. take it as another bad omen for office and gulp it down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't know then there are types of smells also in farts - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acidity fart - In case u didnt know it smells bad too.. its acidic and not good.. you better eat something and read the I need to shit urgently fart for more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am not feelin well fart&lt;/span&gt; - The easily escapable, and also excused most of the times am not feelin well fart and my stomach seems to be paining fart are OK. They also don't smell that bad and you tend f sympathise with the one who just farted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I didn't do my morning shit fart&lt;/span&gt; - This is NOT EXCUSABLE PEOPLE!! how much ever late u are for office you should still shit the whole thing out ant not keep any at all. Do not fart after this... or go 10 m away and warn others. Save yourself some embarrassment by warning people. We know you are the one doing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to shit suddenly Fart - It smells the most horrible out of all and you've probably digested somethin really fast or that day morning you didn't shit properly. ou need to rush urgently howsoever urgent meeting you are in. Just find a restroom bro and park your ass we dont want to smell the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all folks so keep your farts in your kidneys and dont let them out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-2304108418244171235?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/2304108418244171235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=2304108418244171235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/2304108418244171235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/2304108418244171235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2010/02/fartology.html' title='FARTology'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-967330601079899662</id><published>2009-10-15T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T01:17:06.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrilling Run</title><content type='html'>Time - 08:46&lt;br /&gt;Location - My house&lt;br /&gt;Newspaper over... time to rush over to brush my teeth and shave.. shoudn't take more than 5 mins, I simultaneously put the water to heat, its gonna be a close call so I better not waste even a min, I quicly decide what to wear and call out to mom to serve breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time - 08:52&lt;br /&gt;Location - Still My house&lt;br /&gt;Done with bathing and wearing my shirt oh why are there so many buttons... anyways "where's my belt where's my socks" I cry out to ma. I realise she's already ready with her part... I quickly comb my hair n rush to the pooja room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time - 08:54&lt;br /&gt;Location - Puja room in my house&lt;br /&gt;Done with a quick prayer one more quick glance at the watch as I am rushing to the living room (No No cant miss it I dont wanna be late)&lt;br /&gt;So i rush towards my bread butter and jam and the milk.. milk barely takes 30 seconds.. I leave out the hard crust of the bread so that I can chew fast and save those precious seconds as I munch the bloody thing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time - 09.00&lt;br /&gt;Location - Door of my house&lt;br /&gt;Quickly I run with my socks wear my shoes and jump to touch my mother's feet, done with everything I take the mobile phone off charging and scram down the stairs with loud thuds. I rush towards the auto stand and take the worst auto ever... Why god why me all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time 9.04&lt;br /&gt;Location - The rickshaw&lt;br /&gt;I am usually the first customer of the day so the rickshaw isn't warm yet or whatever, he will slowly realise the customer is already sitting in and raring to go but then he keeps the newspaper aside, wishes a goodbye to his fellow chatter boxes and then starts the auto..1 isn;t enough 2... 3 and vrooom (as if its already on 40kmph)&lt;br /&gt;Then inspite of me having already told him I need to go urgently to the station I have to tell him "Jaldi" and then he nods his head. Takes me almsot 60 seconds to the reach the main road would've taken me 23.45 seconds in my santro... then from far off I can see the signal just turned green... am already praying... the signal goes to 150 seconds if not less if it goes red again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time - 9.07&lt;br /&gt;Location - The Hot rickshaw&lt;br /&gt;The rickshaw gears into the fourth gear... barely reeaching 25kmph it starts to tremble... the food in my tummy is on a roll digesting at a faster pace due to the shake and trembling I can barely hear anything else than the engine roar. 8...7..6... blinker 5 blinker 4 and horning through the intersection we make it through to the other side just in time.&lt;br /&gt;The Highway is the next obstacle as we reach it its almost 9.09 but still not exact as I wait for the signal to turn green we pass then through the centre one lane and go to the station. I realise and I don't have the time to take the whole u turn so i tell him to halt before the turn give him the change and jump aside on the other side to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time - 9.10:30&lt;br /&gt;Yea just a minute and a half left as I run towards the platform from outside grabbing hold of my pants and my bag looking at other ppl rushing to make it. A couple of chics heaving up n down (best part).&lt;br /&gt;Yea I just rush and the train makes the final noise as I reach for the 9.12 Vashi starting and as soon as I get in a couple of ppl from behind push me aside and the train starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew another day at work lies ahead.&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/21587669-967330601079899662?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/967330601079899662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=967330601079899662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/967330601079899662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/967330601079899662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2009/10/thrilling-run.html' title='Thrilling Run'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-8089165279602723558</id><published>2009-09-25T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T13:34:44.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regular Readers</title><content type='html'>So I've discovered a reader on my blog... sounds exciting and looks like my thoughts are being monitored now.. anyways I knew this would not remain a personal diary anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So u my reader yes you you know How I address you dont you? What do you expect now? I should open my heart to you? What more do you want to knw abt me? I tell you everything you read my stuff and you never tell me abt yourself so how should I react to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think you were never my type and I was never your type.. but still well everything happened... In some similar way you should explain why and how did so many things happen which were not expected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting your answer my regual reader... and next time dont delete your comment now that I know who you are... :-@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-8089165279602723558?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/8089165279602723558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=8089165279602723558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/8089165279602723558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/8089165279602723558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2009/09/regular-readers.html' title='Regular Readers'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-8711575351241675326</id><published>2009-09-23T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:13:23.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;thug thug&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thats what am feelin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;those are words meant to express sounds of punches in my stomach... I literally fell knocked out rite now nope its a wednesday mid of the week and am not high on beer... Just feelin something that ought to have happened in 2011 is happening now and it just doesnt feel right...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am praying to go to plz plz turn back time or atleast make everything alright.. I swear we need a miracle...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just pray pray plz plz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-8711575351241675326?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/8711575351241675326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=8711575351241675326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/8711575351241675326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/8711575351241675326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2009/09/thug-thug-thats-what-am-feelin-those.html' title=''/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-1972218893054616044</id><published>2009-09-16T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T04:12:20.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHINE ON</title><content type='html'>Open up ya eyes and watch the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;One part of me I've been made clear&lt;br /&gt;Love that goes spread all the world&lt;br /&gt;My love ya comes out of devotion&lt;br /&gt;To rull ya spread to the world&lt;br /&gt;In strange town I'm on my mission&lt;br /&gt;Where we praise the day straight our way&lt;br /&gt;All the nation&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the love that comes form the sun&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your rainbow rising on&lt;br /&gt;Every single rase out of space&lt;br /&gt;Will Shine on, shine on!&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the love that comes form the sun&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your love light from above&lt;br /&gt;Shine on, shine on, shine on!&lt;br /&gt;My love ya comes out of devotion&lt;br /&gt;To rull ya spread to the world&lt;br /&gt;In strange town I'm on my mission&lt;br /&gt;Where we praise the day straight our way&lt;br /&gt;All the nation&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the love that comes form the sun&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your rainbow rising on&lt;br /&gt;Every single rase out of space&lt;br /&gt;Will Shine on, shine on!&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the love that comes form the sun&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your love light from above&lt;br /&gt;Shine on, shine on, shïne on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-1972218893054616044?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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drive&lt;br /&gt;narrow escape&lt;br /&gt;caught up&lt;br /&gt;again abused&lt;br /&gt;stopped&lt;br /&gt;followed&lt;br /&gt;slow&lt;br /&gt;tension&lt;br /&gt;mistake&lt;br /&gt;apology&lt;br /&gt;lesson learnt&lt;br /&gt;huge mistake&lt;br /&gt;never again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unforgettable sat nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-3257349807246514094?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/3257349807246514094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=3257349807246514094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/3257349807246514094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/3257349807246514094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2009/08/unforgetttable-sat-nite.html' title='unforgetttable sat nite'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-4361178219721435898</id><published>2009-08-08T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T00:09:45.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend special</title><content type='html'>My chuk chuk gaadi has come to this special weekend... for this special person... Did nothin much coz we didnt meet at all, hows it possible am sitting at home all day long and shes busy busy on the weekend... but I decided to make it special anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I did was key in a few nice tex messages and spoke to her at nite right? She seems okay with all that but I feel we have to hang out a regualar intervals or I'll get too frustrated again with nothin much happening.. A close but outstation trip revealed she still would've preffered hanging out with her girlfriends for a movie instead of spending the whole day with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways so its abt the weekend and abt How I met your mother series am guessing that I've lost my funny boy stuff since I've not written much these days but anyways a die hard romantic will always write about die hard romance and all that soulmate stuff just like Ted searches for his soulmate but cant go beyond Robin... she's ideal but she's so so confused... like all of us are to find the real one the one we start building up in our teens thinking oh all these girls in front of me are good for nothing they aren't the ones I'm searching for the one who'll do all I wanna do and sit and enjoy them with me. On my recent trip I just found out that it's not all about your choices but its also about including the choices of the aforesaid girl.. (wouldn' do it for everyone!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes we played only her favourite tracks all the time and guess what she's so sweet she included my tracks in the middle so that I would also like the playlist.. anyways it was a long time since I wanted her to spend the whole day with me and it finally happened wih a few twists one of them in which I almost lost the key to my car and we both were sweating hard thinking what'll happen now! The playlist was not all that bad btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why am so afraid of making out with her I just want it to be special and not embarrassing or something so that I can talk about it years later to my kids just like Ted talks about it in the series.. so cool.. Ofcourse I'll drop the yucky part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend wasnt' as special for her nor for me but we are still there thinking maybe the weekdays will bring more joy and coffee and the above mentioned moment of glory~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-4361178219721435898?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/4361178219721435898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=4361178219721435898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/4361178219721435898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/4361178219721435898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2009/08/weekend-special.html' title='The weekend special'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-384672318035155702</id><published>2009-06-28T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T08:34:24.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>home alone</title><content type='html'>have the internet to myself felt like blogging so many times but just wasn't getting anytime... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 stories running in my life.. actually 2 but the Job and career one seems to be different at the moment.. the third part is my love... its so wierd we discuss it so many times... its there in every movie, its a major part of all the problems in fact its the base of every problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just readin somewhere  the other day that we learn to love and get emotional about one partner so that we stick around with one partner for enough time to reproduce... let me put it this way... I love my girl so that I can have kids with her... by this logic in the 21st century if we started having kids with all the girls we love we'd be a nation of 10 billion and not just 1 lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats ok I really love her.. I dont wanna lose her... strange...na? the fear of losing her is immediately after I say I love her... wonder why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-384672318035155702?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/384672318035155702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=384672318035155702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/384672318035155702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/384672318035155702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-alone.html' title='home alone'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-888159081814549995</id><published>2009-05-10T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:44:27.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kasab</title><content type='html'>My apologies to people reading this article who are not from India, I apologize on the behalf of all those Indians who are hell bent on making Amir Ajmal Kasab a National Hero, the guy who made 166 lives a joke and the people connected to the people who died a joke is laughing at all of us, the 60 year old judiciary system and the people involved in the case, and he's laughing at my fuckin face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tolerate that out of my tax money they are spending a crore on the guy just to protect him? Why should he be protected? He has the balls to plead guilty and ask for a newspaper and a perfume? Why the fuck should he get a perfume? Why since November 26th to the 11th of May am I still waiting for justice to be served on the rotten bastard? Just because he's now claiming to have relaised what he's done and wants to live? So that he can insult me, my country and the government and laugh at us for killing innocent people with a shower of bullets and then being freed? Maybe next time I go to vote he will be in the list representing a powerful political party because of his celebrity status?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want him executed as a representative of this country and as a born citizen of this country. If he has the right to kill my fellow men I have the right to give my own judgement in front of a Billion people. If asked I shall execute him myself and have no remorse of killing him even in front of his parents. If any1 says that the Indiudiciary is giving a chance to him to defend himself I think 5 months were enough and If he laughs once more in the court on my fellow men I swear I'll make a plan to execute him myself and I vow to the people of this country that I shall fight for my country if ever its freedom or its sanctity comes under threat ffrom internal or an external enemy and not run away like a coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my outrage, my verdict as I impatiently wait for Satyamev Jayathe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-888159081814549995?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/888159081814549995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=888159081814549995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/888159081814549995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/888159081814549995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2009/05/kasab.html' title='A Kasab'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-9088760598477886813</id><published>2009-01-28T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:54:11.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG TIME NO C</title><content type='html'>sup my non existent readers... am blogging after a long time and I don't really have much time on my hands because my work is taking all my time... those who don't know what am talking about then am working for RED Fm and considering I have been a Radio Fan all my life I'm doing what I enjoy best but then right now am a little bored doing that so when I take a break and switch over to my new thing I'll be back with a vengeance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-9088760598477886813?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/9088760598477886813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=9088760598477886813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/9088760598477886813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/9088760598477886813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-time-no-c.html' title='LONG TIME NO C'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-8520738289123531441</id><published>2008-03-26T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T13:31:52.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 rasta</title><content type='html'>title seemed apt... looked at many options at this crucial juncture of my career.. looked at going to UK looked at getting into a local Mumbaiya B school, looked at doin a job and now am also considering sitting at home and preparing for entrance exams coming november... but none of these seem to be right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my career is nt heading for the expressway... am evidently nt happy abt it, even my language is bored talkin abt whats happening on my career front... I've lived a leisure life in BMM... done projects at the very moment submissions were reqd, enjoyed graduation to the core, made compromises, made friends, made enemies, girls were mostly the part where depression stepped in. graduation was a quicky... didn't quite realise when I grew so big that I had to start slogging my ass again in the local trains... seemed only like yesterday when I was goin to percept for my interns and getting into crowded trains promising myself I wont get into a career where I'l have to travel in trains because I hated the people who had to suffer big time and return home at peak hours with stinking armpits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok am going beserk basically I wanna get into a B school bcoz It'll be another two years again in BMM and I'll get out wid a fat pay package where I'll lvoe to work coz money is a big motivator for me... rite now I dont wanna work my ass off for a meagre 7 grands I'm gonna be taking home... should I compromise with a small B school or should I try for the biggies... the problem is I dont wanna be one year into a  job without a B school totally depressed blaming my boss that I couldnt study bcoz of workload... what will I do then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad has troubles of his own.. a very personal post but then dad doesnt mention anything to me... so much of freedom i have that i'm worried no one's lookin over me and I'll go down d drain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just another 10-15 marks in cet and I would've been comfortably placed am too occupied thinking abt this shit that I cant study for my final exams where I have to score atleast 75% to get an aggregate of 70% ... atleast I can go wid my held high then that my graduationw asnt such a disappointment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems at this crucial juncture where i have so many voices in my head and out of it I'm all alone...&lt;br /&gt;this 4 way junction sux... and theres no guiding signal to save me from a crash either....&lt;br /&gt;On my own now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-8520738289123531441?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/8520738289123531441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=8520738289123531441' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/8520738289123531441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/8520738289123531441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2008/03/4-rasta.html' title='4 rasta'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-6326174850428784231</id><published>2008-02-21T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T13:32:48.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>I am gonna list some of the movies I've been watching since the Diwali vacations... somehow my LAN hasn't suffered much damaged this time around and I've been flooded with lots of movies... have made amazing friends on LAN who suggest me these amazing movies and you bet I've become a movie buff... from movies like Enemy at the gates, Girl Next Door, Accepted, Boat Trip, Road trip, Euro Trip to hindi movies like Superstar and Aggar I've seen over 80 movies thanks to my large storing capacity computer and LAN where I get all pirated versions and don't have to spend big bucks at the theatre.... though National Treasure 2 was a disaster because I could never get a clear dvd rip of it... I hope I get it coz I've become  a Nation treasure fan myself... Have seen movies like Gone in 60 Seconds, Face-Off, Next and stuff and have become a Nicholas Cage Fan too... the guy rocks though nowadays he's losin a lot of hair and lookin silly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-6326174850428784231?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/6326174850428784231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=6326174850428784231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/6326174850428784231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/6326174850428784231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2008/02/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-627858471919573982</id><published>2007-12-08T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T13:34:14.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A PLACE CALLED  SURAT</title><content type='html'>Started on Saturday... all set for a 6 hour drive.... had a pit stop at Tarapur where I picked up my dad... driving was a pleasure on the highway because I could just cruise along...&lt;br /&gt;Two and a half hours of driving alone was fun because I was playing loud music... I always keep my stock of good music on a long drive... Long 3 hour drive with dad followed and I drove 2 hours and after a 10 minute stop at a petrol pump dad drove the car. Its always a pain to sit in the passenger seat because I'm pretty scared if someone drives very fast and my dad goes supremely fast with close cuts on sharp corners... always scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered Surat and it looked quite welcoming. I mean the hoardings were brilliant and for a city like Surat the flyovers and stuff were amazing... As soon as we reached we heard dholaks in the building and we directly went to the backside of the building were all my relatives were dancing...&lt;br /&gt;Me and my dad were welcomed and we directly went inside and everyone was dancing... Bhangra style... I danced a little and saw all my cousins... everyone was lookin huge... blame it on the punjabi style of relishing heavy food and saying an old say that "Khaate peete ghar ke hain" meaning we are rich and so we show by enjoying the best food. Swollen tummies making uncles look pregnant and aunties look like buffaloes, pardon me but good looking buffaloes. That night I ate dinner early. The house was swarming with guests and everyone was watching Voice of India. I had followed it religiously and the finals were enthralling to the finish but my favourite Harshit lost and Punjab ka Ishmeet won, though narrowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that the next three days were amazing fun... I had my car over there, the keys with me and I was the boss&lt;br /&gt;Guess girls were waiting to happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-627858471919573982?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/627858471919573982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=627858471919573982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/627858471919573982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/627858471919573982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2007/12/place-called-surat.html' title='A PLACE CALLED  SURAT'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-1258624486676176386</id><published>2007-08-19T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T07:40:51.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW I CAME TO D WORLD</title><content type='html'>when God was allotting humans countries my turn came....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said US.. all the Americans cried their eyeballs out and God pitied them so he was abt to send me to Antartica... I said I'll freeze there God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God thought a lot then decided to send me to Australia... but I objected saying "I don't drink beer mate!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then God said I'll send u to Africa... I said God I'm bad with dogs and tigers... they just see my face and get upset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so god told me to move to Europe... I said they are white... they are racists and they are asses...&lt;br /&gt;so God told me theres only one place u can go to... its got to be Asia...&lt;br /&gt;I said ok god... deal... but where in Asia??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God told meU have some options there.... China, Pakistan, Afghanistan, Japan, Thailand, Pakistan, India and Sri Lanka....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him God... which is the best according to you??&lt;br /&gt;God replied... No child... I give you seven days... go and visit all countries... and come back and tell me which country you want to live in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I decided I'll go first to China since its the largest in Asia.... I went there and the ppl were great.. everything was fine until I discovered there was a competition... a race... a race to showdown other countries... to destroy others by destroying other countries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like it.... the leaders of the country were all selfish....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Japan and discovered they were the most hardworking people.... they worked 16 hours.. phew.... I said no ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to Pakistan.. saw one person ruling the whole country.... I said Nope this aint it too....&lt;br /&gt;then I went to Srilanka and someone told me the rebels had wrecked havoc in the country......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went around Philippines , Thailand and Mongolia... all of them had probs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had heard a lot abt India... so I left it for the last....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw all the beautiful states.... heard abt the history.... the diversity.... and made up my mind.. this was gonna be it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back.... God asked why India child??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said God....  Haven't seen democracy and such hospitable people anywhere else...&lt;br /&gt;God told me but theres poverty... theres problems, wars, illiterate people, robbers.... every wrong thing...&lt;br /&gt;I answered just one thing and god sent me here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said God... theres still humanity in the hearts of the people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vande Matram&lt;br /&gt;Bharat mata ki jai....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-1258624486676176386?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/1258624486676176386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=1258624486676176386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/1258624486676176386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/1258624486676176386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-i-came-to-d-world.html' title='HOW I CAME TO D WORLD'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-3457361965092322830</id><published>2007-06-16T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T07:57:24.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there were two children in a happy family. A brother and a sister.... they grew up under their parents and were always the best. The brother wanted to be an engineer and the sister wanted to be a doctor. Everything about them was perfect. The brother was older by 3 years but still he shared an amazing bond with his little sister. They had an amazing understanding and the sister never ate without her brother.They were inseparable. But this time it was going to be different. The brother had completed his 12th standard and was going out to the city to study while the sister had to stay back. It was an emotional parting but somehow they understood that this was inevitable. The parents took special care of their daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brother studied hard and burned the midnight oil. He was the best and he was all prepared for the exams just 3 days before they had even started. That evening he recieved a message from his dad to come home urgently. Without a thought he rushed home.It took him a day to reach home. On reaching he recieved the shock of his life. His sister was in hospital... she had cancer on the last stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spent the day with her and she was restless because she knew he had exams. Shdidn't have many days left but she knew how imp his exams were to him. So she said, "Brother, I know it's hard for both of us but you have to leave. I will wait for you till you come back. I won't die without you beside me. He was crying blood but he knew he had to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the city he gave his first exam. Such a bond he had with his sister that they used to talk in their dreams with each other. Every night they spoke about how much time was left for the exams to get over and every night he gave her the strength to hold on... to fight the deadly disease so that she could die in his arms peacefully. He urged her to wait for him and she obeyed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a fortnight was there was fortnight and they would be together again. She told him how she was holding on and she would wait for him. She told him to concentrate on his exams and that everything was fine as mom n dad were taking good care of her. She was enjoying healthy food and juices and that everyone was not even scolding her for her naughty behaviour and extravagant demands. The brother was happy because he was free of his worries for his sister.&lt;br /&gt;The next day after his exams he recieved a call from his sister's best friend. She told him how his sister was fighting the cancer and how much suffering she was going through everyday just because she was waiting for her brother to be back from the city. She told him how the doctors were stunned that anyone could bear so much pain and stay alive all this while. He was heart broken and proud of his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night when he spoke to her....&lt;br /&gt;He told her... "Sister I know what pain you have been going through all this while. I know how difficult it is. I love you and nothing will ever come between you and me ever... not even death. I will always be your loving brother. please...let go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following morning he recieved a call from his parents. His sister was no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-3457361965092322830?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/3457361965092322830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=3457361965092322830' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/3457361965092322830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/3457361965092322830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2007/06/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-8430226717353253026</id><published>2007-06-01T12:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T13:47:27.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F.R.I.E.N.D.S</title><content type='html'>Since a long time I wanted to write... Write a lot about my friends... I trust them a lot and there are some things I want to highlight about them... A journey of how I met them and how things evolved and how I grew as a person due to them.. There is no particular order in which I've written about them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udit - Simple guy... Met him in private classes while preparing for 12th standard. The first meeting was pretty weird because without knowing anything about him I was copying answers from him... Wasn't prepared for a chemistry test and there you go. I kept meeting him and occasionally greeted him until one day he said "come to my place, we'll have Idlis!!" well I said why not? and he became one of my closes friends. You will always find us sitting outside BPL gallery and talking about what next are we gonna do. Close pal.&lt;br /&gt;What separates him from others is his simplicity and focus. Sometimes I think this guy deserves much more in life. He has an amazing family and I guess he realizes that. Makes me feel better when I’m down or I’m confused. His focus and concentration inspires me to do better in life. We’ve been friends for over 3 years now. I thank him a lot for his friendship and even though we didn’t make it to merchant navy I’m pretty sure we’ll make it big in our small lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sagar – Cool weirdo…We wouldn’t have talked much if he hadn’t purchased a Nokia 6600i. His phone was one of the latest and coolest then. Again a friend from the very same classes I went to for 12th. We sent MMS to each other. Not all MMS’ are bad u see.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow we still talk each day through sms cause we meet each day either on the terrace or in the colony. My group of friends is due to him. Amazing friend again. We speak the same lingo and pretty often even exclaim the same things… Bingo…&lt;br /&gt;He’s this frank dude who’ll say whatever shit he wants and get away with it. Melvin fears him cause if he doesn’t land up in our frequent parties He’ll get abused seriously. The party monger.. and if you wanna get the party started just take him along. He’ll rock the place, get people from everywhere. His laid back attitude sometimes gets on my head… but I’m also very much like him so I kinda understand. Lately I feel hes’ become tooo cooool but I know its him, he is like that… and he’s my friend…&lt;br /&gt;We share similar passions Cars, oh High speeds in cars and mobile fones…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohit – Complicated simpleton…Balan… Who is not behind this guy? Everybody loves Raymond errr Balan…&lt;br /&gt;All chics want a piece of him; all dudes run behind him. And he still manages to two time everyone. First ranker, intelligent, flirt wateva... I don’t remember how I me him but I noticed him because of his Bap Dylan stuff. Then we started studying together and along with Yash and Mihir I had something going in BMM. Then suddenly we became cool friends, I don’t even remember how? We were studying together, discussing papers and the MBA thing happened. We both were confused and searching for CAT classes. Then I noticed his smartness. Damn smart and spontaneous. Gets things the way he wants.&lt;br /&gt;I do know him to a certain extent but I also know he controls himself. At his position lots of people get carried away but then this is why I still admire this guy. Has managed to keep his rank high, has an interest in everything. One more reason for our friendship was our interest in Biz knowledge. We keep discussing so many things. I can only term them as serious discussions… but then they get funny when we discuss people, jokes or just life. Great friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanyukta – Frank Beauty with an adamant brain… my my… don’t get into a debate with her I warn you. Right from the first day of BMM I kept a note of her. I was this simple idiot and she was this stylish gal everyone was after. Thank god I kept distance for a few months. The first time we talked was on Friendship Day and she told me to stay away… We used to chat online occasionally and the next time we talked was because I was not talking to her… The Silvassa trip and a lot of other things. She talked and haven’t seen so much of humility in any other girl. I dunno why she did it but then we became great friends. I have told some people that she irks me at times but then she’s always there when I wanna talk to her. She has lots of friends who wanna talk to her and sometimes I feel why me? Ask this to her though…She is Sany for me now…&lt;br /&gt;Rich, wants to be a model is beautiful and has brains too, but falls for idiots pretty easily. Is polite to everyone when she doesn’t need to be to some people. Has thousands of friends and everybody instantly likes her. She makes talking to her very easy and even though I tease her about changing her college to Xaviers because of her Attitude... I know she doesn’t have any. Only Time will tell where we all go but I know she’ll make it big. Amazing confidence and attitude in life and most of all a Good friend I wanna keep in touch with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neha - Dodo... Not literally... she's smart and she's girlish and she's sweet. I know girls are sweet but then she's so sweet that you want to be close to her all the time. I fell for her cuteness and I always wanted her in my best friends list. She made it... again I don't know why... We shared the interest of watching HP 2 in Imax Adlabs during our French classes and then we became great friends. Cute, round faced and a person you can talk to for hours together, you should always have a friend like her in your life or you've done nothing in your life. We suddenly lost contact only to meet again and get back together as great friends... I guess it happens only with the best. Destiny wrote Neha as a chapter in my life... A trustworthy friend...&lt;br /&gt;Ask her how much I irritate her, crib and criticise people, analyse things, situations and every crap in the book but she'll listen... Patience... Amazing patience my dear readers...an amazing listener. Attractive persona and humour, she's funny and she'll make life seem funny and easy. She has certain limitations but thats it you call her up anytime she's always there awake, attentive and caring. She has seen me up and down but her attitude never changed. She was always the same... and she's closer as a friend now. I again hope I keep this bond with her for a long long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot for reading this piece on mah friends... And If you're a close one you will not mind me opening up like this... cause u know How I am... So write abt me too...&lt;br /&gt;C ya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-8430226717353253026?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/8430226717353253026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=8430226717353253026' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/8430226717353253026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/8430226717353253026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2007/06/friends.html' title='F.R.I.E.N.D.S'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-5424729588182611331</id><published>2007-03-26T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T10:47:20.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERNS - (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My first day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing place... Percept owns almost the whole of Raghuvanshi Mills and has all its offices in there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes me an hour and 15 mins and a sweaty face to reach to the office but from then on Its fun.The first official day was pretty cool literally seems the Ac's were by bluestar... every nook and corner was equally freezing. Met new people, nice gals and stuff and had fun overall. The work hasn't begun but its supposed to be fun dahlings so lets see. The hard work and my friends pushin my butt across to places finally payed off... thank you all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially Mr. Rohit Balan...(yet again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy never gives up on me... keeps helping my lazy bones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and all ya PYT's in the corporate world... I am here!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-5424729588182611331?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/5424729588182611331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=5424729588182611331' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/5424729588182611331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/5424729588182611331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2007/03/interns-part-1-my-first-day.html' title='INTERNS - (part 1)'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-1824706846893352956</id><published>2007-03-10T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T07:42:43.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th sem</title><content type='html'>seems the already jinxed 4th sem will end on a sour note.... Some stpid mistakes have led me to hate some people where they have gone ahead and done what I was fearing they would do. I was a tad unlucky though... I think I didnt deserve it. But I went silent through the whole issue because I was guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right from the movie making thing I was a bit shocked by the behaviour of some ppl. lost a few friends; gained some too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a good bonding was going on until ppl took my case to the core when I made a small mistake and I'm now in two minds wat to do about things in the third year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems my attitude needs an uplift....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope exams go smoothly and there are no hiccups... want to end this sem as soon as possible... hav loads of work to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-1824706846893352956?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/1824706846893352956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=1824706846893352956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/1824706846893352956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/1824706846893352956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2007/03/4th-sem.html' title='4th sem'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-117006381212264019</id><published>2007-01-29T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T07:00:23.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAMBORGHINIS - THE CARS OF THE SPOILT BRATS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lamborghinis, some of the fastest and most powerful street legal cars, have won the hearts of auto enthusiasts. The company now plans to enter India with two of its most coveted models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;There are a few automobile brands that are so steeped in history, glamour and awe-inspiring technology, that hyperboles come naturally when we talk about them.&lt;br /&gt;Italian performance car manufacturer Lamborghini is just one of these haloed marques, whose adulatory fans around the world can hardly wait for every new model to arrive at the neighbourhood showroom. And there aren't too many to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;Last week, the company announced its plans to enter India and offer two of its most coveted models to performance car enthusiasts with fat wallets. For customers looking for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rs 1-crore-plus performance cars, Lamborghini, or popularly Lambo, is surely well-known.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With competing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;super luxury performance brands such as Porsche already here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, could Lambo have been far behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Modest beginnings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for all the enviable, passion-filled, `autophilia' image that the Lambo name evokes, the company itself had very modest roots. The company, `Automobili Lamborghini', started in 1963, when the founder Ferruccio Lamborghini began work on a new automobile plant in SantAgata Bolognese, about 25 km from Bologna, Italy.&lt;br /&gt;By the time he decided to build a factory for the manufacture of luxury sports cars, Lamborghini had already hit pay dirt, making tractors. In addition to tractors he also had a presence in other industries, but he had not even dabbled in the field of personal automobiles.&lt;br /&gt;It is said that the trigger for Lamborghini to found a company to develop sports cars was an argument with Enzo Ferrari, founder of the legendary sports car brand Ferrari. Ferrari apparently questioned Lamborghini's ability to drive high-end sports cars of that time, claiming that he was only capable of driving tractors.&lt;br /&gt;The world must now be thanking providence for that argument and for Lamborghini's egotistical response to that insensitive comment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the late 1950s and the early 1960s, Lamborghini was a highly successful, wealthy man capable of taking on some of the other big Italian businesses in might, but when he said that he would build a super sports car to compete with Ferrari, many people started to nod their heads and purse their lips. Constructing that kind of car was viewed as an unexplainable extravagance, a leap into the dark, and something that could squander his fortune.&lt;br /&gt;A legend is born&lt;br /&gt;But Lamborghini persisted with his seemingly impossible dream and the rest, as they say, is history. Lambo, the company, debuted with the 350 GTV, a two-door, two-seater coupe that was presented at the Turin Auto Show of 1963. This model and then the 350 GT, 350 GTS and the 400 GT were all lapped up by eager sports enthusiasts.&lt;br /&gt;The legendary Miura, the Flying Star, the Marzal and the Miura Roadster followed. Many of these were prototypes, but were developed with the same level of passion as full production cars. But cars like the Miura enabled Lamborghini showcase the company's engineering and design ability to an audience that had been sceptical about its prowess in making a genuine sports performance car.&lt;br /&gt;Lamborghini was born under the sign of Taurus and this was probably one of the reasons for his choosing the `Raging Bull' as the company's emblem. Of course, just like the Prancing Horse of Ferrari, the Raging Bull went on to become one of the most recognised logos in automotive history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that the Lambo founder was also a fan of bull fighting, which seems to have been one more reason why he chose names such as Miura, which were those of the finest Spanish bull fighting legends.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the other models that went to become successes and further strengthened Lambo's image in the super luxury cars segment were the Espada, the Jarama, the Countach, the Bravo, the Portofino and the Diablo. One prototype of Lambo that did not make it to production, but set a design theme that was to become the distinctive feature of top-range Lamborghinis was the Marzal. It was the first concept to sport the sensational vertically opening `Gullwing' doors.&lt;br /&gt;Lamborghini has won the hearts of car enthusiasts and has a unique, aggressive design character unrivalled by many auto-makers that have been in the business longer. As the company puts it, it is now an emblem of excess, symbolic of going further at all costs, of always doing more and better than any rival without preconceptions or conventional limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indian story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Many of Lambo's cars have been some of the fastest and most powerful street legal cars of their times. For example, the Rs 3 crore, Lambo Murcielago, that is being offered in India, will be one of the most powerful cars to run on Indian roads, with the 6.5-litre, 12-cylinder engine generating a peak power of 640 PS at 8,000 rpm and a maximum torque of 660Nm at 6,000 rpm (yes, that is right, we double checked the numbers).&lt;br /&gt;The Murcielago and the Gallardo are two models that signalled a resurgence of the Lambo brand in the last few years. They capture the essence of the brand and its history, and have excelled their venerated peers in design and performance, even while adding all the elements of modernism inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you have been waiting for Lambo's entry into India, then wear that Armani suit of yours, slip into those Gucci shoes and take a flight to Delhi to place your order with Exclusive Motors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Murcielago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frame: Tubular frame made from high-strength steel alloy with carbon fibre structural parts&lt;br /&gt;Body: Carbon fibre with door and roof in steel; transparent engine bonnet (optional)&lt;br /&gt;Engine type: 12 cyls, V 60º, Size: 6496 cc&lt;br /&gt;Maximum power: 640 PS at 8000 rpm&lt;br /&gt;Maximum torque: 660Nm at 6000 rpm&lt;br /&gt;Top speed: 340 km/hr&lt;br /&gt;Acceleration: (0-100km/hr) 3.4 sec.&lt;br /&gt;Fuel consumption: Urban 32.3 litres/100 km; Highway, 15 litres/100 km; Average: 21.3 litres/100 km&lt;br /&gt;gallado spyder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frame: Structural aluminium spaceframe, based on aluminium extruded parts welded to aluminium casted joint elements. Engine type: 10 cylinders V 90°, DOHC 4 valves, 18° crankpin offset&lt;br /&gt;Displacement: 4961 cc&lt;br /&gt;Maximum power: 500bhp at 7800 rpm&lt;br /&gt;Maximum torque: 510Nm at 4500 rpm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Performance: Top speed 315 km/h / 196 mp/h; 0-100 km/h 4.2 sec; 0-1000 m 22.3 sec.&lt;br /&gt;Fuel consumption: Manual and e gear (6-speed). Urban, 24.8 litres/100km; Highway, 12.4 litres/100 km; Average, 17 litres /100km&lt;br /&gt;Price: Rs 1.65-1.85 crore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BTW: My Sony Phone is here w810i thanks to some cool marketing people in Sony Ericsson and M80.com and thanks ofcourse to my blogger friends!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-117006381212264019?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/117006381212264019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=117006381212264019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/117006381212264019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/117006381212264019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2007/01/lamborghinis-cars-of-spoilt-brats.html' title='LAMBORGHINIS - THE CARS OF THE SPOILT BRATS'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-116888155053046508</id><published>2007-01-15T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T10:41:10.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SONY W810i - AN AMAZING EXPERIENCE</title><content type='html'>Sony w810i , a solution, if you are cribbing while carrying a MP3 player and cell phone both at same time.Sony w810i is hottest product in the world of cells these days and is selling like  hot pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;What ??? Did you ask why?&lt;br /&gt;Then my answer is why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1504/2185/400/295421/sonyericsson_w810i_add_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone has got full functional 2 Mega pixel camera with flash light, a fully loaded mp3 player with Walkman of SONY and yes a phone too.This was just a brief summary what Sony w800i is all about. Lets look into details what this HOT walkman phone has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Walkman-based features and functionality for on-board digital music player&lt;br /&gt;2. Convenient one-touch controls for audio playback and activation of player/FM radio&lt;br /&gt;3. Tri-band compatibility (GSM 900/1800/1900 MHz)&lt;br /&gt;4. High-resolution 262,144-colour TFT LCD&lt;br /&gt;5. Integrated 2.0-megapixel camera with 4X digital zoom and auto focus&lt;br /&gt;6. Active lens cover mechanism ? automatically activates/deactivates camera feature when opened/closed&lt;br /&gt;7. Multimedia file editors (MusicDJ, PhotoDJ, VideoDJ)&lt;br /&gt;8. External memory card support&lt;br /&gt;9. Bluetooth/USB data cable/IR data connectivity&lt;br /&gt;10. CSD/HSCSD and GPRS data connectivity via internal WAP browser or external computing device&lt;br /&gt;11. SMS/EMS/MMS/e-mail and instant messaging (IMPS) capabilities&lt;br /&gt;12. 40 polyphonic (MIDI-based) and digital music tones support&lt;br /&gt;13. Java application compatibility (with 3D graphics support)&lt;br /&gt;14. Playback/streaming of digital audio and video files through media player function&lt;br /&gt;15. Integrated loudspeaker for ring tones, speakerphone, FM radio and media player&lt;br /&gt;16. Basic organizer features, including phonebook with photo caller ID support&lt;br /&gt;17. Local and remote synchronization capabilities (SyncML)&lt;br /&gt;18. Torch light feature&lt;br /&gt;19. Ability to charge the phone via USB-based data cable&lt;br /&gt;20. User-based firmware upgrade via Sony Ericsson Update Service (SEUS) facility Sony w800i is 99 gm , sleek walkman cum cell phone, avaliable in white and metallic orange colors .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1504/2185/400/844721/w810i-2_gross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony w800i has got TFT LCD screen with 262k colors , with bright orange color background light.The Phone The main advantage of Sony w800i is its light weight and much convenient Keypad for usage. The button are more easy to use than any other SONY ERICSSON phone. Menu is driven by the center joystick as all other Sony phones. Menu is just breeze to use with the joystick. And the best thing is you can activate and deactivate FM Radio and MP3 player on a click of one soft key only, which makes it very easy to switch between Phone, Mp3 player and FM radio?Phone has got all basic features from simple text message to email, from USB connectivity to Bluetooth and IR, 40 pre-stored Polyphonic(MIDI) tunes. Melody Composer, Phone book with 5 entries per Name.&lt;br /&gt;Other functionalities include Timer, Tasks, Stopwatch, Speaker phone, PIM Sync, Phone book, File manager, Events calendar, Clock, Call list, Calendar, Calculator, Business card exchange, Alarm clock .Phone comes with 38 MB of inbuilt memory and 512 MB storage card as external memory.&lt;br /&gt;The storage card can be upgraded up to 2GB . Music Sony w800i better known as walkman phone comes with a full fledge functionality of MP3 player. Phone has got internal memory of 32 MB and an additional slot for memory card to store songs.You can store songs under various heads like artist, genere, album etc. Mp3 player is embedded with Graphical Equalizer , by which you cans et music according to your style. The same graphic equalizer can be set as theme of phone while MP3 player is on.Sony w810i can play up to whopping 30hrs of playback .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from MP3 player phone is also integrated with FM stereo Radio . You can save 10 + channels for FM stereo.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1504/2185/400/509448/pic075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Head set, which came as standard accessory is very good. You can also play music directly through the phone speakers or you can connect your Sony w800i to external speakers also.Camera. Well as far as camera is concerned SONY holds a major portion in market and this time they came up with 2MP camera with CARL-ZIESS lens, for which Sony is best known for. The camera is protected by a shutter which open and closes automatically when the camera is in use.Camera has got all main features which you will find in a good digital camera. A 2 MP camera, Flash Light, Auto shutter, Viewfinder diplay,video sttreaming, Video recording, self timer, White balancing, Burst mode, picture modes, Focusing, Image sizing and trimming. Other features Apart from the main feature Sony w800i has some other features like Themes display Sound recorder, SMS long (Text Messaging), Screensaver, Quick Share, Predictive text input, Picture wallpaper, Picture Phonebook, Picture gallery, Picture effects, Picture editor, Photo light, MMS Video, MMS templates. Over all Sony w800i is a good buy and I have experienced the walkman phones myself because everybody seems to be buying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you've not brought it yet then go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone has a feature to work only as a music player. Buttons at the side for volume control and camera are quite handy and are placed exactly for the user’s ease. If you have any other Sony device you can interchange your card, as you can use the same card in both your Sony devices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standard phone box contains 1 Sony Ericsson W800i1 512MB Memory Stick PRO Duo 1 Li-ion Battery 1 Travel Charger 1 Hands free 1 Data Cable 1 SD Card Reader1 Strap 1 User Manual 1 CD-ROM User Guide On the whole a good buy for the price.So this was about Sony w800i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1504/2185/1600/952121/w810i-2_gross.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1504/2185/1600/236889/sonyericsson_w810i_add_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1504/2185/400/580101/sonyericsson_w810i_add_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The W810i managed to impress me with its audio capabilities. I was totally floored.Deep and rich audio eminate from the handset, , users have the option of using high-end headsets which - if what I listened to is anything to go by - will prove to offer an excellent listening experience. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SONY ERICSSON w810i &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1504/2185/400/900783/w810i_white_1.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Got a very sporty look, which can go with both the genders.Some Features which I like in Sony w810i. Slot for memory card is in the side of phone, which means no need to remove batteries for changing or removing the card.It is also available in a whilte and silver combination which looks very royal. A phone absolutely worth your money and worth buying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-116888155053046508?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/116888155053046508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=116888155053046508' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116888155053046508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116888155053046508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2007/01/sony-w810i-amazing-experience.html' title='SONY W810i - AN AMAZING EXPERIENCE'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-116602854203949071</id><published>2006-12-13T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T09:20:40.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZEN ESTILO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The car had a loyal fan following that had fallen for the car's jellybean design. But with the entry of more players and choice in the compact car segment widening, the Zen's design did seem less attractive, though it still had the trusted, peppy and rev-happy engine that was a delight to drive for the enthusiast and the novice alike. The experience of the engine is mind blowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Zen should win the top honours in TNS' Total Customer Satisfaction Study 2006 under the premium compact segment, ahead of the Hyundai Santro and the Tata Indica, no doubt made Maruti sit up. The company also divined the Zen's undiminished image amongst the young and the old, as also among the performance and the style conscious alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Zen brand is quintessentially Japanese and with its strong recall, Maruti-Suzuki was not going to let it die. So, after a breather, the Zen is back adorning the panels of a completely new premium compact car. Here's the new Zen Estilo, the all-new small car from Suzuki with a refreshed, but recognisable brand name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spanish twist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Zen Estilo (with a lowered emphasis on the `t', Spanish style) is, even as the name seems to suggest, an amalgam of Japanese simplicity and European chic. Put together to conform to the standards of a `monoform' design, the car is for the most part a carry forward of the original Suzuki MR Wagon, the Japanese parent's popular small car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the fact that everyone everywhere is talking about how The MR Wagon was introduced in 2000-01 and sold only in Japan for about four years, before it was withdrawn last year. The car is about a generation old by definition, but barely looks the age. After some quick redesigning and re-engineering to partially change the looks at the front and the rear and for integrating the relatively bigger 1.1-litre Wagon-R engine (the Japanese version was offered with a 660cc engine), Maruti managed to roll out the car from within about 18 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Zen Estilo shares its platform with the Alto and the Wagon-R. Maruti has shrewdly commonalised a number of parts of the Wagon-R for the new Zen, enabling a good cut in costs. One key part that is also shared is the powertrain.&lt;br /&gt;The same 1,061cc, four-cylinder engine and five-speed gearbox combo that power the Wagon-R have been strapped on to the new Zen. The engine's characteristics are identical, putting out a peak power of 64bhp at 6,200 rpm and maximum torque of 84Nm at 3,500 rpm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DESIGN AND INNOVATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Zen Estilo's monoform design concept has quite a fan following. This is not the first car with the monoform exterior design, nor is it restricted to the small-car segment.&lt;br /&gt;The Daewoo Matiz was a classic example of the monoform design, as is the Mercedes Benz A-class hatch.&lt;br /&gt;Also, the Toyota Innova and the Honda Civic conform loosely to the monoform definition.&lt;br /&gt;As the name seems to suggest, a car that features a monoform design has a single line defining its form. Starting from the front bumper, the design line (more evident from the side) swoops all the way to the rear bumper in one, uninterrupted sinuous stroke.&lt;br /&gt;This would mean that the regular classic sedan mould or the simple two-box mould will not conform to this standard as the design line for these style of vehicles will be interrupted at the windscreen and the boot area.&lt;br /&gt;This also obviously means that the monoform design will, to a large extent, require a cab-forward style basic structure.&lt;br /&gt;Inherently, the monoform design enables carmakers push out the two axles to the extremes, thereby dramatically reducing the overhang and maximising the wheelbase, which in turn improves cabin space. Cars sporting a monoform design also carry-off bright body colours very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M UNABLE TO LOAD PICS ON BLOGGER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZEN IS BEAUTIFUL BUT COULDN'T LOAD THE PICS.... PARDON ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-116602854203949071?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/116602854203949071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=116602854203949071' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116602854203949071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116602854203949071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/12/zen-estilo.html' title='ZEN ESTILO'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-116512810396533696</id><published>2006-12-02T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T05:42:47.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pune trip</title><content type='html'>Well the riots during our trips seem to be getting more and more frequent. The first years got their trip cancelled to Delhi thanks to the protest against Delhi sealing drive. But we were lucky nothing happened in our case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Index&lt;br /&gt;*the preparations&lt;br /&gt;*the journey&lt;br /&gt;*the check in&lt;br /&gt;*the visits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 2&lt;br /&gt;*the stay&lt;br /&gt;*the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*The preparations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the preparations were pretty simple. packed my ag in half an hour and I was ready to go. But the actual preparations I mean here are different. My classmates weren't as excited as I was during the trip but they surely were preparing for the trip. I indicate this to many. My class is as desperate as a whore. I say this because I was also a bit disgusted at some friends falling for small baits and needed partners for 4 days. Enjoyment doesn't always mean having a partner. And come on! Don't you have a choice??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preparations came in the form of 4-5 more couples getting formed... so shocking that I didn't know what to say and kept my mouth shut. By the way I'm always vocal about my feelings on such issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*The journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The journey was pretty good, late as usual and was fun. I sat with all my friends throughout the journey. Had amazing fun with everyone, sang songs, Himesh was popular as well, my walkman phone was also handy and I clicked amazing photos which I'll show you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We travelled for about 4 hours and reached Pune with a lot of excitement and Pune looked pretty commercial and cool. I didn't excpect so much from Pune actually, thought it would be some small town or something but the infrastructure was better planned than Mumbai. The roads were wider and as heard about the bikers were truly unpredictable, the signals were not observed well and this was a major cause of accidents. By the way one of my friend's father has been a victim to such a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*The check in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The most controversial part was here. We reached on time but weren't alloted good rooms at first. The rooms were dirty like anything and stinking. Our earlier trip to Silvassa was heaven like because of the three star hotel with pool et all. Moreover this time around we didn't get A.C's in our room also. Only some of the rooms got this privilege. So temporarily we were told to pack our luggage in one room as we got just 3 rooms. We were supposed to get possession of the rooms when we came back in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening we had to go to another hotel nearby because the rooms weren't empty. We were pretty frustrated because dragging the luggage around was not an activity we enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;So late at night when we came back from dinner we had to stay away from all the fun(gals). we slept early as we had to report very early in the morning the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*The visits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We visited the best of the places and had real good fun all the time. the most amazing one was on the first day itself when we visited Sinhagad fort and climbed almost 8 kilometres. Had amazing fun and the most beautiful pics ever over there. The pics were almost like we were some professionals getting the best of everything, the weather was superb and the ambience amazing. Nature was at its best exclsively for us, the rookie photographers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'll show you in my next post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had amazing fun during the three and a half days we spent there. visited almost the full Pune with the same enthusiasm. The television studios, film libraries were exquisite and the form of editing we saw was an eye opener. Doordarshan, radio 90.4 and what not. We are almost professionals with the camera now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun at nights was not less at all. we had discussions, played a lot, played truth and dare, cards, roamed around the hotel, went about swinging in the gardens, singing songs and all, had pep talks and watched tv and movies together. The couples were as usual getting cosy with each other. Most of them were cute while others disgusted me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-116512810396533696?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/116512810396533696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=116512810396533696' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116512810396533696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116512810396533696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/12/pune-trip.html' title='Pune trip'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-116413220779418805</id><published>2006-11-21T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T10:09:03.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY PASSION</title><content type='html'>Guys have very less passions as compared to gals... that is what I think... I don't know if u have a different opinion...&lt;br /&gt;Cars have always fascinated me... Right since the time my Papa owned a Fiat Padmini, I used to love cars... Maybe it was the car drive and the wonderful moments and long drives I've had in my car or maybe it was my dad driving - the most wanted and the most important position I have no clue. But the botomline is I can't live without cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right since my childhood I've been collecting my size cars... the Hotwheels and the foreign made small specimen cars... the opening doors and the pull back-go action considered highly Advanced! You will not believe this but I have a collection of over a 100 cars and innumerable trucks, dummy soldiers, Lego kits etc. Basically I've been pampered a lot. Was showing a friend some of my old pics. My 1st Birthday with a pony tail tied at the back... my first puke...in the Arabian Sea (U'll never visit the Juhu Beach again will you?) and other such amazing moments. Got nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is... my dad n mum have hidden many more cars and small trucks inside the BED...now I don't have the authority yet to touch it. It has mixer grinders and vaccum cleaners from Algeria (a French speaking nation) and things from London which can be given to me on my marriage. The main point here is... there are hidden cars and trucks for my kids as well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1504/2185/400/886129/rcar11230001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy... my parents are amazing... by the way Ira plays with toy trucks too... Hope the passion with the cars comes in her too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I'll have a hot discussion about the 100 Bhp cars and the Ferraris and the Hondas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love cars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-116413220779418805?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/116413220779418805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=116413220779418805' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116413220779418805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116413220779418805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-passion.html' title='MY PASSION'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-116318161259977343</id><published>2006-11-10T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T10:00:12.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MONEY TAKES ANOTHER VICTIM</title><content type='html'>Ram Jethmalani has lost it... Money has yet again proven its the boss over moral responsibilities and social values. I feel great pain and anger as I write this... I can blog in about 25 words on how frustrated I am or give this man exactly my piece of mind in 28 censored words here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't see any other side of this story... Why did he resort to defaming a dead girl.. who cannot stand up and answer also that she's innocent. The Jessica Lal case has opened several eyes... It has given me a clearer view of the world... but the tears in my eyes still make my vision blur... I really really wish I wasn't alive to see this day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of this I will just pray and wish from the bottom of my heart that Justice should be served...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-116318161259977343?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/116318161259977343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=116318161259977343' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116318161259977343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116318161259977343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/11/money-takes-another-victim.html' title='MONEY TAKES ANOTHER VICTIM'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-116267022742561666</id><published>2006-11-04T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T11:57:07.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RASMUS - IN THE SHADOWS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/1600/dunes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/dunes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sleep&lt;br /&gt;No sleep until I´m done with finding the answer&lt;br /&gt;Won´t stop&lt;br /&gt;Won´t stop before I find a cure for this cancer&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like going down I´m so disconnected&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I know that I am haunted to be wanted&lt;br /&gt;I´ve been watching,&lt;br /&gt;I´ve been waiting&lt;br /&gt;In the shadows for my time&lt;br /&gt;I´ve been searching, I´ve been livingFor tomorrow all my life&lt;br /&gt;They say that I must learn to kill before I can feel save&lt;br /&gt;But I,&lt;br /&gt;I´d rather kill myself thän turn into their slave&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that I should go and play with the thunder&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I just don´t wanna stay and wait for a wonder&lt;br /&gt;I´ve been watching,&lt;br /&gt;I´ve been waitingIn the shadows for my timeI´ve been searching, I´ve been livingFor tomorrow all my life&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I´ve been walking, walking in circles&lt;br /&gt;Watching, waiting for something&lt;br /&gt;Feel me,&lt;br /&gt;touch me,&lt;br /&gt;heal me&lt;br /&gt;Come take me higher&lt;br /&gt;I´ve been watching, I´ve been waitingIn the shadows for my timeI´ve been searching, I´ve been living&lt;br /&gt;For tomorrow all my life&lt;br /&gt;I´ve been watching,&lt;br /&gt;I´ve been waitingI´ve been searching, I´ve been living&lt;br /&gt;For tomorrow&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/21587669-116267022742561666?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/116267022742561666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=116267022742561666' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116267022742561666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116267022742561666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/11/rasmus-in-shadows.html' title='RASMUS - IN THE SHADOWS'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-116230972538614141</id><published>2006-10-31T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T10:55:00.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me confused... really...this time I'm so confused I might need help from somewhere. Won't repeat the Kaun fused joke like I did in the earlier poem. Maybe that's why I'm expecting something from you my blogging friends to help me decide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Is India dooomed????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Some points that answer the Question in the affirmative are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian cricket team is going nowhere.. nor are we going anywhere in Olympics or any sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian politics is getting corrupt by the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gangsters in Jail are going to fight elections.... I mean what? yaa what????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China and Pak are infiltrating to spread terrorism, Bangladesh to find work and sellc heap labour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U.S.A talks to us like we are some fakirs who cannot be trusted, can be stabbed in the back and can be given some food to eat... but with slow poison in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw a beggar was outside my house in the 21st century city of Navi-Mumbai asking for alms with a letter saying he is a licensed beggar from the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are growing our GDP day by day but there are 1 crore children under 14 working in India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Some points that answer in the negative are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENSEX crossed 13K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have real fast retail growth and Indian companies are taking over big companies abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agriculture though in trouble will still bail us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the only greatest country to be surviving well in democracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all I could find.... please give me your view point. I hope to answer everyone's opinions this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-116230972538614141?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/116230972538614141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=116230972538614141' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116230972538614141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116230972538614141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/10/me-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-116192675956742559</id><published>2006-10-26T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T22:25:59.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GROWING UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/1600/Happy%20Face.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/320/Happy%20Face.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fit into my dad's shoes now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-116192675956742559?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/116192675956742559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=116192675956742559' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116192675956742559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116192675956742559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/10/growing-up.html' title='GROWING UP'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-116177263350874360</id><published>2006-10-25T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T10:55:19.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/1600/wallpaper_michael_schumacher.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRIBUTE TO THE CHAMPION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/michaelschumacher_215.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/wallpaper_michael_schumacher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/1600/michael%20schmacher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/michael%20schmacher.jpg" width="378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/1600/Ferrari_Masters_02_780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/Ferrari_Masters_02_780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/1600/barrichello2_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/barrichello2_1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/1600/113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 513px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="291" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/320/2.jpg" width="417" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind blowing guy... with 91 wins and huge records don't need to say much about this German.&lt;br /&gt;My salutations....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-116177263350874360?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/116177263350874360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=116177263350874360' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116177263350874360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116177263350874360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/10/tribute-to-champion-mind-blowing-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-116171859939261368</id><published>2006-10-24T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T13:13:40.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NAKSHA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;UNLOCK THE MYSTERY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/naksha-2006-1b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect fight sequences and high-flying action everytime you see a Sunny Deol movie, And if you are going to the theatre for Naksha you'll be witness to a great concept which allows Sunny Paaji to free his arms around big time. Integrating two streams of thoughts are the new rage in Bollywood due to which Bollywood has seen a big turn around this year and has made money in milions exploring every nook and corner even gaining royalty in crores for Mobile Ringtones! Naksha could have been a better flick if they would have chosen a better and an audience attracting pair instead of Vivek Oberoi and Sameera reddy. I could imagine another pair and little better direction with more pace in the movie and Naksha could have tinkled the Box office.&lt;br /&gt;Naksha has relevant storyline from "Welcome to the Jungle" starring Rock. But the theme of Karna's Kavacha and Kundala being the ultimate treasure which the Naksha guides them to gives u a Tomb Raiderish feeling. I was amazed at how the Ancient sanskrit was brought into the whole theme and these stylish old guns which look bigger than real Shotguns and a setting in the Himalayan region makes your adrenaline rush. In the Past there have been similar instances of people trying to make the Sanskrit shlokas a riddle and it looked like they would be successful but Rudraksha flopped and so did a similar movie. The movie was good but I don't think such a Hollywood typo movie would really work at present and also the Director isn't fully able to convince as to how and why the things are happening the way they are....&lt;br /&gt;I loved the movie because it had a different flavour and because somehow a Naksha or a mystery movie is what I always relish... Overall an avg movie which bombed because the Indian audience is still not ready for it yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-116171859939261368?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/116171859939261368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=116171859939261368' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116171859939261368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116171859939261368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/10/naksha-unlock-mystery-expect-fight.html' title=''/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-116132580155948673</id><published>2006-10-19T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T23:38:49.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPICE</title><content type='html'>Have discovered some spice in life due to various reasons....&lt;br /&gt;Last year my diwali was very uneventful but thanks to some of my colony friends we made it an eventful night. Thanks guys. This Diwali has a lot in store for me(not gifts No No I'm saving Money). My parents are going out for 10 days. All of You are invited over to my place (no gals my neighbours are keeping a watch on me) . So according to popular logic that just leaves Guys and yes you can come over on any India Match, I have a big flat screen 29 inches Home theatre types and free goodies on every Australian wicket.... Aur kisi cheez ki umeed mat karna!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways so I was on my Good Diwali topic... More spice coming into my life has been due to me just finding random good friends. Yes some of them are becoming close friends too! Other events on my list are Photography. Suddenly the love for photography has come into my life maybe its because of my super cell phone with a 2 mega pixel CAM. Real sharp images. Not many Questions remain unanswered in my life but I fail to understand this post by my co-blogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rbsw.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-sensex-hits-10g.html"&gt;http://rbsw.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-sensex-hits-10g.html&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;plz sum it up for me.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Questions the tensions in my life are slowing down and fading away, though I have't got any interns yet I know what I seek in life and I don't need any special interns for them. Well yes working for R-ADAG would have been a great one but then I realise it wouldn't have been possible as said by that chic HR babe. She was damn cute but had nasty look on her face. I like such stylish chics for some weird reason. Spicy. If I don't talk about music in this post I'll leave a part of my life unaccounted. Since I want to account my life here on my blog I'll tell you I'm hooked to these two songs by Paris Hilton :&lt;br /&gt;1)Nothing In this WOrld&lt;br /&gt;2) Stars are Blind&lt;br /&gt;She sounds relatively similar to J Lo and her music sounds the same too but still shs has a uniqueness of her own. Want to get some book in my hand and am thinking I'l stay away from an Ayn Rand book because it might just be waste of money even though loads of people have suggested me to read it. I'd rather read a Jeffrey Archer or something. Or just go back to my all time favourite Philip Kotler. Am I talking too much non-relevant stuff here? Well I am bored in these vacations and No I can't cook food to get busy. So there you go. Next movie I wanna watch is Don but I don't know why I also want to watch Naksha for the simple reason I think its a very different movie. If it doesn't come on Cable this saturday I'll bring a CD and watch it.&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with a brilliant song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bas ek pal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bas ek pal mein- 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu ek baar jo pyaar se mujhsko chuley tho har zakhm bhar jayegaa,Zara ithzaa suun ke dewaane dilki mujhe aapne dilse lagaa...Tere pyaar mein aise jiyain hum,Jala hain yeh dil....yeh ankhen hue Nam - 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bas Ek Pal....... - 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamare Khayalo mein Khwabaon mein yadhaon mein Bathaon mein rehthe ho tum,Badaake mein yeh haath chuna jo chahuin tho pal bar mein hothe ho Gum.Tere pyaar mein aise jiyain hum,Jala hain yeh dil....yeh ankhen hue Nam - 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bas ek pal mein- 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunaah hain Mohabbath ki Thakdeer mein, Likhein hain andherein Ghanee,Thabi aaj Shayad Sitare Sabi zara saahi roshan hue...Mere haath ki in Lakeeron mein likhe abhi aur kithne... sitam,Khafaa Ho gayein hain kushi waqt sey ho rahein hain meherbaan Gam,Tere pyaar mein aise jiyain hum,Jala hain yeh dil....yeh ankhen hue Nam - 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bas Ek Pal....... - 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bas Ek Pal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-116132580155948673?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/116132580155948673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=116132580155948673' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116132580155948673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116132580155948673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/10/spice.html' title='SPICE'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-116125560873964968</id><published>2006-10-19T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T04:03:06.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rishton Ki DOR</title><content type='html'>Yeh aarzoo kaise ruke....&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Hausla Kaise Jhuke....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a bow Mr. Kukunoor you are a hero...&lt;br /&gt;DOR is an amazing movie. I am sad again that I watched Iqbal and now I watched Dor at home not in the theatre. I am very sorry again. I had thought I'll watch only bad movies on CD's. Anyways the movie was far better than I had expected it to be. The direction and story amazing, crisp as one of my friends says for a No nonsense movie. Shreyas Talpade was good and one major out come of the movie was that this will be a sure Career booster for Ayesha Takia. Brilliant is all that I can describe her as. Right from her married woman to a widow she's done a 100% job. The story unique in itself didn't go into the details oh How it happened, When it happened or What actually happened.... It was always a movie which taught you to break free from customs which are not applicable now. Why the diffrentiation between men and women? Why so many attrocities? But when Ayesha Takia aptly named Meera in the movie realises she's being traded for money she ends up breaking free and going towards freedom with Gul Panag. A brilliant movie with even more brilliant backround score, great direction and a great script with emotions ranging from happiness to shock and the realisation of freedom. Great movie Mr. Kukunoor, simply great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-116125560873964968?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/116125560873964968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=116125560873964968' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116125560873964968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116125560873964968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/10/rishton-ki-dor.html' title='Rishton Ki DOR'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-116101309675982214</id><published>2006-10-16T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T08:54:08.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO TITLES IN MIND ( JUST ONE - T W W)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Indians &lt;/strong&gt;are fools... they are so emotionally attached to their cars that they give them names and clea it every sunday... Cars are status symbol in India....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Americans&lt;/strong&gt; are bigger fools... they are so emotionally attached to their nucear warheads that they don't want others to possess them... these people are insecure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Americans amuse me....&lt;/strong&gt; They are the richest people on earth but still want to invade every country's privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indians&lt;/strong&gt; are fools... they are interested in controversies, will keep a check on the News in the whole world, will blog about it too, but when they are told to revolt they stand in the corner and laugh on you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Americans&lt;/strong&gt; are bigger fools.... they make controversies, are always involved in all the controversies and sel their planes and ammunition to everyone and laugh on you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Americans amuse me...&lt;/strong&gt; They are the richest people on earth but still want to outsource BPO's to India and scream in our already deaf ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indians&lt;/strong&gt; are fools... they think Pakistan is their biggest threat to democracy and China has laughed the way to their ( Biggest IPO ) banks by selling toys and mobile phones to us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Americans&lt;/strong&gt; are even(*2) bigger fools, they bombed "Japan" in 1945.... Chinaaaaa.... you listening???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indians &lt;/strong&gt;are fools that they think they should support U.N in controlling N. Korea's Nuclear Missiles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Americans&lt;/strong&gt; are hiding in the bushes because their soldiers won't go to Korea to fight now after Iraq, they aready know Bush is dumb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Americans amuse me....&lt;/strong&gt; they are foooools.... hahahahaha.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Rest Of the World,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                          Gear up against these Idiot Americans and bomb their nation from South to North.... what are you waiting for? These Americans ain't worth your shit!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIME FOR THE THIRD WORLD WAR&lt;/strong&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/21587669-116101309675982214?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/116101309675982214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=116101309675982214' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116101309675982214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116101309675982214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-titles-in-mind-just-one-t-w-w.html' title='NO TITLES IN MIND ( JUST ONE - T W W)'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-116068640417330247</id><published>2006-10-12T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T14:54:05.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLUE BILLION</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Question:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What do you want to do when you want to grab attention??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Create Headlines?? Make yourself visible to the whole of India??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You support&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;India just before a Huge event&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;such as the Champions Trophy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;At the end it might look like I was paid to write this article but thats not true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Read On.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARKETING&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STRATEGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is a rule to show biz and business. Both benefit from each other. Wont go deep into Branding but for starters you can call it Economic as well as Image Benefit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pepsi Co. did do a lot to improve its image in the market by roping in its Own CEO in the advertisements which is called Advertising in Public Relations to make the "Aam Janata" believe that indeed Pepsi as a cola drink is safe from pesticides or any other contamination.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now this did air everywhere in the media through newspapers and Television prominently but Pepsi had other problems like declining sales due to Off- season and was in grave danger of losing its identity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Pepsi has done is almost "Been there done that" but it still works, I mean I'm influenced!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pepsi - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hoohaaa India Aaayaa India... (repeat for that 'patriotic' effect)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Storyboard:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;First came the Teaser campaign for the Blue Billion where a boy of about 12, runs all around as if there's some excitement with a voice consisting of lots of people is following him around. He ends up at a house where he has the bottle in his hand and apparently he realises that the voices are coming from inside the bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;This teaser evoked a lot of interest and was aired for about 10 days I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Then during the Champions Trophy qualifiers there has been a 'One in a Billion' contest running in which fans of the Cricket Team promise some really absurd stunts through which they proclaim that they are the biggest fans of the Indian Team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And now finally with India's first match versus England approaching on Sunday Pepsi is finally out with their advertisements on Television. No doubt they are not yet on Prime Time so you might not have seen them all as yet(another evident working strategy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There are three people currently edging on the Indian Team to win the Champions Trophy 2006(Mini World Cup).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rahul Dravid, Shahrukh Khan and Sourav Ganguly (yess!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pardon me if there are more... I myself might not have seen al the celebs roped in for this biggie!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rahul Dravid - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rahul Dravid in one of the firsts of the final blow seems to gather all the people of India for suport and people ranging from elderly to the youth follow him in his quest. He shows his support fr the team and proudly says Hoohaa India Aaayaa India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Shahrukh Khan - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A more longer and a better thought process has gone into this one for sure. Shahrukh talks about his acting career and what he has done for the country. He talks about doing acting as social work for "us" &lt;em&gt;the people of India&lt;/em&gt; on Demand (omigosh really munna??).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He talks more on how there's something he wants to do for himself and that is gonna be cheering Team India. And how he is immensely proud to be an Indian and saying Hooohaa India Aaayaa India from wherever he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(Shahrukh dude... enough of acting don't think Indians are fools)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyways, there's more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now Sourav Ganguly , (with some loud cheering in the background)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Okay this was innovative and totally unexpected. I don't know how they managed to convince Sourav Ganguly for this, I think Percept has done a good job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sourav Ganguly - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sourav comes and talks about how his past has affected his life and he doesn't want to think more on it, he has buried the past. (ya right) He says that he's currently working on coming back in the Indian Team and he also says " Maybe I'll have another oppurtunity to swirl my shirt around" (dude u rock).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After saying this he finishes a great execution by saying that I will still cheer Team India and does the HOohaaa.... very proudly(take a bow Mister!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wowy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the last one just took by surprise, I'm really astounded and looking forward for more from Pepsi Co.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;By the way let's just hope India does manage to get some inspiration from this and really bring the Cup home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HOoooOO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;HAAAaaaAAA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;INDIA....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; AAAaaaAAAyaaaa&lt;/span&gt; INDIAAAA....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-116068640417330247?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/116068640417330247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=116068640417330247' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116068640417330247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116068640417330247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/10/blue-billion.html' title='BLUE BILLION'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-116050354602006634</id><published>2006-10-10T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T11:05:46.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>N.Korea Nuclear talks HISTORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2002&lt;br /&gt;3-5 October 2002:&lt;/strong&gt; On a visit to the North Korean capital Pyongyang, US Assistant Secretary of State James Kelly presses the North on suspicions that it is continuing to pursue a nuclear energy and missiles programme.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Kelly says he has evidence of a secret uranium-enriching programme carried out in defiance of the 1994 Agreed Framework.&lt;br /&gt;Under this deal, North Korea agreed to forsake nuclear ambitions in return for the construction of two safer light water nuclear power reactors and oil shipments from the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 October:&lt;/strong&gt; The US announces that North Korea admitted in their talks to a secret nuclear arms programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17 October:&lt;/strong&gt; Initially the North appears conciliatory. Leader Kim Jong-il says he will allow international weapons inspectors to check that nuclear facilities are out of use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 October:&lt;/strong&gt; Five Japanese citizens abducted by North Korea 25 years before are allowed a brief visit home - but end up staying, provoking more tension in the region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 October:&lt;/strong&gt; North-South Korea talks in Pyongyang are undermined by the North's nuclear programme "admission".&lt;br /&gt;US Secretary of State Colin Powell says further US aid to North Korea is now in doubt.&lt;br /&gt;The North adopts a mercurial stance, at one moment defiantly defending its "right" to weapons development and at the next offering to halt nuclear programmes in return for aid and the signing of a "non-aggression" pact with the US.&lt;br /&gt;It argues that the US has not kept to its side of the Agreed Framework, as the construction of the light water reactors - due to be completed in 2003 - is now years behind schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14 November:&lt;/strong&gt; US President George W Bush declares November oil shipments to the North will be the last if the North does not agree to put a halt to its weapons ambitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 November:&lt;/strong&gt; Confusion clouds a statement by North Korea in which it initially appears to acknowledge having nuclear weapons. A key Korean phrase understood to mean the North does have nuclear weapons could have been mistaken for the phrase "entitled to have", Seoul says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 December:&lt;/strong&gt; North Korean-made Scud missiles are found aboard a ship bound for Yemen, provoking American outrage.&lt;br /&gt;The US detains the ship, but is later forced to allow the ship to go, conceding that neither country has broken any law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 December:&lt;/strong&gt; The North threatens to reactivate nuclear facilities for energy generation, saying the Americans' decision to halt oil shipments leaves it with no choice. It blames the US for wrecking the 1994 pact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 December:&lt;/strong&gt; North asks the UN's International Atomic Energy Agency (IAEA) to remove seals and surveillance equipment - the IAEA's "eyes and ears" on the North's nuclear status - from its Yongbyon power plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22 December:&lt;/strong&gt; The North begins removing monitoring devices from the Yongbyon plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24 December:&lt;/strong&gt; North Korea begins repairs at the Yongbyon plant.&lt;br /&gt;North-South Korea talks over reopening road and rail border links, which have been struggling on despite the increased tension, finally stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25 December:&lt;/strong&gt; It emerges that North Korea had begun shipping fuel rods to the Yongbyon plant which could be used to produce plutonium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="2003"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26 December:&lt;/strong&gt; The IAEA expresses concern in the light of UN confirmation that 1,000 fuel rods have been moved to the Yongbyon reactor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27 December:&lt;/strong&gt; North Korea says it is expelling the two IAEA nuclear inspectors from the country. It also says it is planning to reopen a reprocessing plant, which could start producing weapons grade plutonium within months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2003&lt;br /&gt;6 January:&lt;/strong&gt; The IAEA passes a resolution demanding that North Korea readmit UN inspectors and abandon its secret nuclear weapons programme "within weeks", or face possible action by the UN Security Council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 January:&lt;/strong&gt; The US says it is "willing to talk to North Korea about how it meets its obligations to the international community". But it "will not provide quid pro quos to North Korea to live up to its existing obligations".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 January:&lt;/strong&gt; North Korea announces it will withdraw from the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28 January:&lt;/strong&gt; In his annual State of the Union address, President Bush says North Korea is "an oppressive regime [whose] people live in fear and starvation".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29 January:&lt;/strong&gt; North Korea says Mr Bush's speech is an "undisguised declaration of aggression to topple the DPRK system" and dubs him a "shameless charlatan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31 January:&lt;/strong&gt; Unnamed American officials are quoted as saying that spy satellites have tracked movement at the Yongbyon plant throughout January, prompting fears that North Korea is trying to reprocess plutonium for nuclear bombs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 February:&lt;/strong&gt; North Korea says it has reactivated its nuclear facilities and their operations are now going ahead "on a normal footing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 February: &lt;/strong&gt;The IAEA finds North Korea in breach of nuclear safeguards and refers the matter to the UN security council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24 February:&lt;/strong&gt; North Korea fires a missile into the sea between South Korea and Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25 February:&lt;/strong&gt; Roh Moo-hyun sworn in as South Korean president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 March:&lt;/strong&gt; Four North Korean fighter jets intercept a US reconnaissance plane in international air space and shadow it for 22 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 March:&lt;/strong&gt; North Korea fires a second missile into the sea between South Korea and Japan in as many weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 April:&lt;/strong&gt; The US announces that "stealth" fighters sent to South Korea for a training exercise are to stay on once the exercises end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 April:&lt;/strong&gt; The United Nations Security Council expresses concern about North Korea's nuclear programme, but fails to condemn Pyongyang for pulling out of the Nuclear Non-proliferation Treaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 April:&lt;/strong&gt; In a surprise move, North Korea signals it may be ready to end its insistence on direct talks with the US, announcing that "if the US is ready to make a bold switchover in its Korea policy for a settlement of the nuclear issue, [North Korea] will not stick to any particular dialogue format".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 April:&lt;/strong&gt; North Korea announces that it has started reprocessing its spent fuel rods. The statement is later amended to read that Pyongyang has been "successfully going forward to reprocess" the rods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23 April:&lt;/strong&gt; Talks begin in Beijing between the US and North Korea, hosted by China. The talks are led by the US Assistant Secretary of State for East Asian affairs, James Kelly, and the deputy director general of North Korea's American Affairs Bureau, Li Gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24 April:&lt;/strong&gt; American officials say Pyongyang has told them that it now has nuclear weapons, after the first direct talks for months between the US and North Korea in Beijing end a day early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 May:&lt;/strong&gt; Australian Foreign Minister Alexander Downer expresses concern after an official from North Korea's ruling Worker's Party is found on board a state-owned ship accused of bringing A$80m (US$50m) worth of heroin into Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 May:&lt;/strong&gt; North Korea says it is scrapping a 1992 agreement with the South to keep the peninsula free from nuclear weapons - Pyongyang's last remaining international agreement on non-proliferation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 June:&lt;/strong&gt; A visiting delegation of US congressmen led by Curt Weldon says North Korean officials admitted the country had nuclear weapons had "just about completed" reprocessing 8,000 spent fuel rods which would allow it to build more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 June:&lt;/strong&gt; North Korea says publicly that it will build a nuclear deterrent, "unless the US gives up its hostile policy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 June:&lt;/strong&gt; South Korea's Yonhap news agency says North Korean officials told the US on 30 June that it had completed reprocessing the fuel rods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 July:&lt;/strong&gt; South Korea's spy agency says North Korea has started reprocessing a "small number" of the 8,000 spent nuclear fuel rods at Yongbyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 August:&lt;/strong&gt; North Korea agrees to six-way talks on its nuclear programme, South Korea confirms. The US, Japan, China and Russia will also be involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27-29 August:&lt;/strong&gt; Six-nation talks in Beijing on North Korea's nuclear programme. The meeting fails to bridge the gap between Washington and Pyongyang. Delegates agree to meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 October:&lt;/strong&gt; North Korea announces publicly it has reprocessed the spent fuel rods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 October:&lt;/strong&gt; North Korea says it will "physically display" its nuclear deterrent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 October:&lt;/strong&gt; North Korea agrees to resume talks on the nuclear crisis, after saying it is prepared to consider the US offer of a security guarantee in return for ending its nuclear programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21 November:&lt;/strong&gt; Kedo, the international consortium formed to build 'tamper-proof' nuclear power plants in North Korea, decides to suspend the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 December:&lt;/strong&gt; North Korea offers to "freeze" its nuclear programme in return for a list of concessions from the US. It says that unless Washington agrees, it will not take part in further talks.&lt;br /&gt;The US rejects North Korea's offer. President George W Bush says Pyongyang must dismantle the programme altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="2004"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 January:&lt;/strong&gt; An unofficial US team visits what the North calls its "nuclear deterrent" facility at Yongbyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22 January:&lt;/strong&gt; US nuclear scientist Siegfried Hecker tells Congress that the delegates visiting Yongbyon were shown what appeared to be weapons-grade plutonium, but he did not see any evidence of a nuclear bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23 May:&lt;/strong&gt; The UN atomic agency is reported to be investigating allegations that North Korea secretly sent uranium to Libya when Tripoli was trying to develop nuclear weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23 June&lt;/strong&gt;: Third round of six nation talks held in Beijing, with the US making a new offer to allow North Korea fuel aid if it freezes then dismantles its nuclear programmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 July:&lt;/strong&gt; US Secretary of State Colin Powell meets the North Korean Foreign Minister, Paek Nam-sun, in the highest-level talks between the two countries since the crisis erupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23 August:&lt;/strong&gt; North Korea describes US President George W Bush as an "imbecile" and a "tyrant that puts Hitler in the shade", in response to comments President Bush made describing the North's Kim Jong-il as a "tyrant".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="2005"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28 September&lt;/strong&gt;: North Korea says it has turned plutonium from 8,000 spent fuel rods into nuclear weapons. Speaking at the UN General Assembly, Vice Foreign Minister Choe Su-hon said the weapons were needed for "self-defence" against "US nuclear threat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;14 January&lt;/strong&gt;: North Korea says it is willing to restart stalled talks on its nuclear programme, according to the official KCNA news agency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19 January:&lt;/strong&gt; Condoleezza Rice, President George W Bush's nominee as secretary of state, identifies North Korea as one of six "outposts of tyranny" where the US must help bring freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 February:&lt;/strong&gt; North Korea says it is suspending its participation in the talks over its nuclear programme for an "indefinite period", blaming the Bush administration's intention to "antagonise, isolate and stifle it at any cost". The statement also repeats North Korea's assertion to have built nuclear weapons for self-defence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 April:&lt;/strong&gt; South Korea says North Korea has shut down its Yongbyon reactor, a move which could allow it to extract more fuel for nuclear weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 May:&lt;/strong&gt; North Korea fires a short-range missile into the Sea of Japan, on the eve of a meeting of members of the international Non-Proliferation Treaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 May:&lt;/strong&gt; North Korea says it has completed extraction of spent fuel rods from Yongbyon, as part of plans to "increase its nuclear arsenal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 May:&lt;/strong&gt; North and South Korea hold their first talks in 10 months, with the North seeking fertiliser for its troubled agriculture sector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25 May:&lt;/strong&gt; The US suspends efforts to recover the remains of missing US servicemen in North Korea, saying restrictions placed on its work were too great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22 June:&lt;/strong&gt; North Korea requests more food aid from the South during ministerial talks in Seoul, the first for a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 July:&lt;/strong&gt; North Korea says it will rejoin nuclear talks, as US Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice begins a tour of the region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 July:&lt;/strong&gt; South Korea offers the North huge amounts of electricity as an incentive to end its nuclear weapons programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25 July:&lt;/strong&gt; Fourth round of six-nation talks begins in Beijing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 August:&lt;/strong&gt; The talks reach deadlock and a recess is called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="2006"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 September:&lt;/strong&gt; Talks resume, but a new North Korean request to be built a light water reactor prompts warnings of a "standoff" between the parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19 September:&lt;/strong&gt; In what is initially hailed as an historic joint statement, North Korea agrees to give up all its nuclear activities and rejoin the nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty, while the US says it had no intention of attacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 September:&lt;/strong&gt; North Korea says it will not scrap its nuclear programme until it is given a civilian nuclear reactor, undermining the joint statement and throwing further talks into doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 December:&lt;/strong&gt; A senior US diplomat brands North Korea a "criminal regime" involved in arms sales, drug trafficking and currency forgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 December:&lt;/strong&gt; North Korea says it intends to resume building nuclear reactors, because the US had pulled out of a key deal to build it two new reactors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2006&lt;br /&gt;12 April:&lt;/strong&gt; A two-day meeting aimed at persuading North Korea to return to talks on its nuclear programme fails to resolve the deadlock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 July:&lt;/strong&gt; Washington dismisses a threat by North Korea that it will launch a nuclear strike against the US in the event of an American attack, as a White House spokesman described the threat as "deeply hypothetical".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 July:&lt;/strong&gt; North Korea test-fires at least six missiles, including a long-range Taepodong-2, despite repeated warnings from the international community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 July:&lt;/strong&gt; North Korea test-fires a seventh missile, despite international condemnation of its earlier launches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 July:&lt;/strong&gt; South Korea suspends food aid in protest at the missile tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 July:&lt;/strong&gt; The UN Security Council unanimously votes to impose sanctions on North Korea over the missile tests. The resolution demands UN members bar exports and imports of missile-related materials to North Korea and that it halt its ballistic missile programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 September:&lt;/strong&gt; Senior US diplomat Christopher Hill warns North Korea against a nuclear test, saying that it would be a provocative act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27 September:&lt;/strong&gt; North Korea blames US financial sanctions for the deadlock in multilateral talks on its nuclear programme. In a speech to the UN General Assembly, envoy Choe Su-Hon said that North Korea was willing to hold talks, but the US stance had created an impasse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 October:&lt;/strong&gt; North Korea is to conduct a nuclear test to "bolster" its self-defence in the face of US military hostility, the foreign ministry says. In a statement, it says North Korea would carry out the test "in the future... where safety is firmly guaranteed" - but did not say when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 October:&lt;/strong&gt; North Korea says it has carried out its first ever test of a nuclear weapon. It calls the test a "historic event" and says it was carried out safely and successfully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-116050354602006634?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/116050354602006634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=116050354602006634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116050354602006634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116050354602006634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/10/nkorea-nuclear-talks-history.html' title='N.Korea Nuclear talks HISTORY'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-116029857190960545</id><published>2006-10-08T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T02:27:47.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFUSED (KAUN FUSED)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONFUSED what to write here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAUN FUSED???? - sad joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONFUSED about gals....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONFUSED about which songs to listen to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONFUSED about people and their psyche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAUN FUSED????? - relevant joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONFUSED about cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONFUSED about studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONFUSED about planning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAUN FUSED?????? - smile joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONFUSED about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONFUSED about LIFE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONFUSED about CAREER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONFUSED about FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAUN FUSED?????? - hillarious joke!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem is layered&lt;br /&gt;(or should I call it a Poem??? confused!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-116029857190960545?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/116029857190960545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=116029857190960545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116029857190960545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/116029857190960545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/10/confused-kaun-fused.html' title='CONFUSED (KAUN FUSED)...'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-115989601540504110</id><published>2006-10-03T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T10:20:15.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GET WELL SOOOON......</title><content type='html'>A tongue-in-cheek message for Arjun Singh&lt;br /&gt;ibnlive.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="MM_openBrWindow('http://cache.ibnlive.com/email/emailfriend.php?id=22768&amp;section_id=3&amp;amp;headline=A tongue-in-cheek message for Arjun Singh&amp;type=article','Email','width=450,height=475')" href="http://www.ibnlive.com/news/a-tongueincheek-message-for-arjun-singh/22768-3.html#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGH-ING GANDHIAN TUNES: A group of students, bent on Gandhigiri, want to send a message to Arjun Singh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjay Dutt-starrer Lage Raho Munnabhai seems to have captured the imagination of today’s youth with its exuberant spirit of Gandhigiri.&lt;br /&gt;CNN-IBN’s Citizen Gandhi initiative proved as much.&lt;br /&gt;Many readers wrote in to IBNLive.com with their ideas and opinions on Gandhigiri.&lt;br /&gt;Bhavik Dand, a Mumbai student, talks about using Gandhigiri as tool to drive home a message to Union Human resource Minister Arjun Singh about the reservation controversy.&lt;br /&gt;A few students have taken up a new idea to battle against reservation after watching Lage Raho Munnabhai and indeed the movie has had a great impact&lt;br /&gt;Orkut.com a web portal having 28,768,055 members has been a new hotspot for the youth to vent their views.&lt;br /&gt;There are various communities like “Get well soon Arjun Singh” created with over 800 members.&lt;br /&gt;I am not for or against such an idea or a demonstration of protest but I would like the masses to come to know about the impact great films like Lage Raho Munnabhai can have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The message:&lt;br /&gt;For the very ill Arjun Singh.&lt;br /&gt;He is suffering from acute illness of quotas and reservation. He requires our best wishes and support to get well soon. Let us see what happens when the radical concept of Gandhigiri combines with the anti reservation protests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some details about Arjun Singh:&lt;br /&gt;State from which he is elected: Madhya Pradesh&lt;br /&gt;His political party: Indian National Congress&lt;br /&gt;His Delhi address: 17, Akbar Road, New Delhi&lt;br /&gt;His telephone No.: 23016516, 23017340, Fax- 23017404&lt;br /&gt;E-mail: arjuns@sansad.nic.in&lt;br /&gt;Send: Get Well Soon message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let us recreate the Gandhian magic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-115989601540504110?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/115989601540504110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=115989601540504110' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115989601540504110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115989601540504110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/10/get-well-soooon.html' title='GET WELL SOOOON......'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-115977373561454303</id><published>2006-10-02T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T00:22:15.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAMS but no fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/1600/blackhole_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/blackhole_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exams are as follows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd ko Advertising&lt;br /&gt;4th ko Journalism&lt;br /&gt;5th ko PR&lt;br /&gt;6th ko Media Studies&lt;br /&gt;7th ko Culture studies&lt;br /&gt;8th Holiday&lt;br /&gt;9th Creative Writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time am not that motivated don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm lost in space ---&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-115977373561454303?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/115977373561454303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=115977373561454303' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115977373561454303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115977373561454303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/10/exams-but-no-fever.html' title='EXAMS but no fever'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-115913487140814614</id><published>2006-09-24T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T14:54:31.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY MIDNIGHT SURFING</title><content type='html'>Bloody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staying awake is by no means fun......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you are a nocturnal animal like me you have to cope up with the situation&lt;br /&gt;hunger is the worst customer you have to deal with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the poetic devdas in me takes control and I start shero-shayari et all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor lil cute dad wanted to buy a phone for himself and he got so confused with the variety I showed him with the likes of&lt;br /&gt;Motorola v3 razr, Moto L7, Nokia 6681, Sony Ericsson w700i and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that he took away my Nokia 6670 and told me to buy a new phone for myself....&lt;br /&gt;oh lucky lucky me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm takin the walkman phone man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/320/sony%20w700i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant stop raving abt it....&lt;br /&gt;sexy piece for just 12 grands.. oh yaar now I'll have to study and cover up for this expensive piece.&lt;br /&gt;Chalo lets get back to PR c ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-115913487140814614?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/115913487140814614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=115913487140814614' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115913487140814614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115913487140814614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-midnight-surfing.html' title='MY MIDNIGHT SURFING'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-115899602800533617</id><published>2006-09-23T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T00:30:01.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD</title><content type='html'>One fine evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing at my terrace.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly came an aunty,&lt;br /&gt;whom never had I seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She strolled around for an hour,&lt;br /&gt;prolonging my life on earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went but late,&lt;br /&gt;The sun was on its way back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said ok,&lt;br /&gt;We'll do it tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do it in daylight&lt;br /&gt;so that 'HE' sees clearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went again,&lt;br /&gt;this time there was peace but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a man on the opposite building&lt;br /&gt;staring at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't do it,&lt;br /&gt;witnesses put me off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hung around,&lt;br /&gt;It was time out again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was&lt;br /&gt;back in its home again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;everything became fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mastered the art of living&lt;br /&gt;I said to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived a healthy 80&lt;br /&gt;and died young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to God&lt;br /&gt;and demanded heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said u deserve it&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him Questioningly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confessed I was&lt;br /&gt;committing a crime, early freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said it was me&lt;br /&gt;who hung around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saved you and&lt;br /&gt;u for yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understood God's creation&lt;br /&gt;God is amazing, cleverly divine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-115899602800533617?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/115899602800533617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=115899602800533617' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115899602800533617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115899602800533617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/09/god.html' title='GOD'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-115899485632634590</id><published>2006-09-22T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T00:31:36.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST THOUGHT OF MAKING MY BLOG EVILLY COLOURFUL</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/andreoni1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/1600/Andreoni%20-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/Andreoni%20-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/1600/Andreoni%20-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/Andreoni%20-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-115899485632634590?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/115899485632634590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=115899485632634590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115899485632634590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115899485632634590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-thought-of-making-my-blog-evilly.html' title='JUST THOUGHT OF MAKING MY BLOG EVILLY COLOURFUL'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-115899449962411544</id><published>2006-09-22T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T23:54:59.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOME MOVIES I WANA WATCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CLICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KHOSLA KA GHOSLA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NAKSHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DHOOM 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ROCKY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Himsh Bhai's music naaa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DOR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(apna IQBAL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and exams on ma head.... I'm just freakin out... I have EXAM-O-PHOBIA  basically....&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/21587669-115899449962411544?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/115899449962411544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=115899449962411544' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115899449962411544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115899449962411544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/09/some-movies-i-wana-watch.html' title='SOME MOVIES I WANA WATCH'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-115893882529402725</id><published>2006-09-22T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T08:33:15.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia the least worst</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hesitate to say, Australia have won their way through, or should that be, "managed to not lose" their way through to the final of the DHL cup in Malaysia. I say "not lost", because at times it looked like neither side really wanted to win this one.In the end of was some ordinary umpiring decisions and some ordinary batting that have cost India their spot in the final.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Australia struggled with the bat, showing once again how important it is in cricket to have a settled line up. Hayden, Haddin and Hogg put together scores of 54, 46 and 38 respectively but that was about it - Haddin surviving a bungled run out chance early on.Then for Australia, Stuart Clarke reversed his fortunes of the other night (0 for 86 from just 6 overs) taking 2 for 36 from 8 and probably bowling better than those figures suggest and Brett Lee the star, cleaning things up with 5 for for 38.Lee was lucky to take Dhoni's wicket, caught in the deep by Martyn, off what replays showed was clearly a big no-ball. Harbhajan was also very unlucky to be given out caught behind off a Symonds "straight break" which went straight through into Haddin's gloves, touching absolutely nothing ,but the big, confident appeal was upheld - quite strange.Then some dumb batting by the tail and Mongia, who actually remained not out, whereby India were taking singles late in the over - repeatedly, when they only required about 3 runs per over to win, saw the tailenders over exposed to Hogg and Lee and in the end, that was their downfall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, a mediocre string of performances by a mix and match Australian team has been covered up by yet another final appearance. Should they win it, I suspect they will have escaped a wake up call they may really need, but at the same time, gained some valuable experience for the likes of Haddin, Jaques, Johnson, Clarke (both S and M), but perhaps not so valuable for Kattich and Martyn, who may have sealed their fate with regards to World Cup berths next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways I messed up another day and didnt study... my dad is gonna take out the shit outta me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-115893882529402725?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/115893882529402725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=115893882529402725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115893882529402725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115893882529402725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/09/australia-least-worst.html' title='Australia the least worst'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-115797916704731181</id><published>2006-09-11T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T10:13:07.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HYUNDAI le... warnaaa!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/1600/hyundai%20verna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/320/hyundai%20verna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India’s second-largest car maker, Hyundai Motor, may follow a market strategy similar to the Ford India formula for positioning its new mid-size sedan Verna, tipped for third quarter launch this calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sources said the Accent is likely to be placed at the entry level of the C segment, while Verna will be locked in direct challenge with the likes of Honda City and Ford Fusion, just below Hyundai’s premium mid-size offering Elantra. This would give Hyundai a three class offering in the mid-size sedan category covering all price segments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/320/vernaFront3quart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Majaa aa gaya ye gaadi dekhke&lt;/em&gt;... I endorsed it like hell for my marketing brief too... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/320/verna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets get to the details a bit now( &lt;em&gt;line pe aata hooon!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Compared to the slightly awkward old Accent, the Verna looks sleeker, more contemporary and more grown-up. It's also a good deal larger than its predecessor, and while the Verna is not quite big enough to place it in the class above the Accent, this still means more room for passengers and luggage.&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, however, the Verna makes for perfectly acceptable daily transport, which for 99 percent of motorists is absolutely fine. It's near silent at idle, and the 1.6-litre four-cylinder engine makes the most of its 130bhp and 145Nm, delivering decently brisk progress. The four-speed automatic gearbox is smooth enough ordinarily but you need to be careful with throttle inpinputs, calling for a downshift by stomping on the gas can result in a less than perfect gearchange.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;U NeeD TO KNoW BOSS&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hyundai Verna 1.6 (A)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Engine Type 1,599cc, 16v in-line 4&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Max Power 112bhp at 6,000rpm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Max Torque 145Nm at 4,500rpm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gearbox 4-speed automatic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Top speed 176km/h&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;0-100km/h 12.0 seconds&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall another market leader ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the Q is that whether it will be able to sustain the sales of Accent if accent is faded out of the market?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's see this Diwali whats in store for the Indian people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY DRIVING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-115797916704731181?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/115797916704731181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=115797916704731181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115797916704731181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115797916704731181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/09/hyundai-le-warnaaa.html' title='HYUNDAI le... warnaaa!!!'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-115797733746075522</id><published>2006-09-11T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T06:01:21.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRUSION of LIFE!</title><content type='html'>Relief you can say.. after 2 days of hard work and research I come out with this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRUSION = FRUIT FRUSION (with phytochemicals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.phytochemicals.info/"&gt;http://www.phytochemicals.info/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phytochemicals"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phytochemicals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a project on making a Fictitious product and making its marketing brief to be presented to the Advertising agency.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways if my grp would not have come third I could have gone down badly, failed miserably.... and lost self-confidence too. But no, now I'm on a new high. This is fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very few people will understand right now what I'm going through... The guy I keep thanking for a new lease on life is one of them... Thanks dude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also won a brand equity thingy wid him... Not such a big thing for him and for me as well considering we had undue advantage of being Media students and also had done a similar project just a day back but still earned us a lot of attention and congratulations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything Rohit.&lt;br /&gt;I am having great fun in BMM with friends like you and Mihir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can be a good Marketing person now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-115797733746075522?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/115797733746075522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=115797733746075522' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115797733746075522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115797733746075522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/09/frusion-of-life.html' title='FRUSION of LIFE!'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-115738469277450975</id><published>2006-09-04T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T08:44:52.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gandhi</title><content type='html'>HEY&lt;br /&gt;Whats with the Gandhi thing?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandhi was great&lt;br /&gt;Gandhi was loyal&lt;br /&gt;Gandhi was an optimist&lt;br /&gt;Gandhi was magnanimous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or was he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some weirdo came to India&lt;br /&gt;Blabbered on his south African experiences&lt;br /&gt;Was always with woman helpers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave us a peaceful freedom&lt;br /&gt;With Pakistan by the side to help us keep peace&lt;br /&gt;After all they are our brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saala all other fighters went unnoticed&lt;br /&gt;He let the Britishers get away with whatever they could&lt;br /&gt;They plundered India for 15 more years… due to his on violence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still some ppl majorly think Gandhi was great if said by Munnabhai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will ppl learn….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to scream hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppl still think some England weirdo wid funky hair is cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u forgotten everything???&lt;br /&gt;His ancestors murdered thousands of ur family members damn it!!&lt;br /&gt;Go to hell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-115738469277450975?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/115738469277450975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=115738469277450975' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115738469277450975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115738469277450975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/09/gandhi.html' title='gandhi'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-115651616903424567</id><published>2006-08-25T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T07:58:57.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CLASSROOM ATMOSPHERE - " SPACE"</title><content type='html'>Wrote this one when 60 people were humming something or the other.. But still what I can write about myself in a buzzing class is very different from the 4 a.m morning silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;SPACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I look into black space as soon as I close my eyes. Lots of thoughts whoosh through my mind. This space is mine. I can imagine, create, sort out my feelings here. This is me, my horizon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;As soon as I hear a topic that concerns me, my mind starts thinking on "what if?" Why this all happens. What is the motive? Then again I close my eyes and my mind goes numb in this space. It happens to me often. I wish I had Dumbledore's pensieve to clear my haphazard thoughts. When realization creeps in my numb mind I gain peace again. Future holds unaccountable mysteries and such events trouble me day in day out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw many a stars. When I was in school I had a lot of unanswered Questions in my mind. I would sneak out and go to the terrace. The peace was better than what I would get while I was asleep. It was a feeling of exclusivity. I used to stand and imagine another world. The &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;terrace&lt;/span&gt; was my platform and the stars in the sky my playground. I used to make so many things out of them. I was in Roha, a village and the sky was pitch black. It was an unforgettable happiness I gave myself all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, I was lnely. But the feeling that the whole world is sleeping gave me immense pleasure. Undescribable. The space was my space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now when I go atop my terrace I find I get an exclusive view of things happening in my neighbourhood. I can see bright hoardings illuminating my space and giving me discomfort. Every 2 minutes an aeroplane goes by reminding me of the fast pace this city has and when I see the moon I feel some American is standing there and waving to me. They've intruded my space. I am hungry for peace.&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/21587669-115651616903424567?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/115651616903424567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=115651616903424567' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115651616903424567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115651616903424567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/08/classroom-atmosphere-space.html' title='CLASSROOM ATMOSPHERE - &quot; SPACE&quot;'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-115583272570306975</id><published>2006-08-17T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T09:38:45.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALONE</title><content type='html'>I reside alone in the&lt;br /&gt;dark adventures of life&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I find guiding candles along&lt;br /&gt;but to my despair they&lt;br /&gt;hardly last&lt;br /&gt;The burning torch is wearing out and soon I'll&lt;br /&gt;be alone,&lt;br /&gt;The tunnel walls are coming on to me&lt;br /&gt;they are harsh&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to face this struggle&lt;br /&gt;I cannot see light at the end of this tunnel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-115583272570306975?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/115583272570306975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=115583272570306975' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115583272570306975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115583272570306975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/08/alone.html' title='ALONE'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-115528327124736980</id><published>2006-08-11T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T01:03:18.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Othello vs Omkara</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OTHELLO, the Moor of Venice Review&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare was one of the greatest writers ever and one of the best script writers known all over the world. His abstract genius was impeccable. His works like Romeo and Juliet, Macbeth, Julius Caesar have made history. His writing brought the characters to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of Othello:&lt;br /&gt;It starts with Roderigo and Iago plotting against Othello and Cassio. They raise the issue of Desdemona to Brabanzio. Brabanzio approaches the Duke but the issue is resolved when Desdemona confesses love for Othello. Othello explains he narrated stories of adventure in travel and war. After that he leaves for Cyprus to fight Turkish army along with Desdemona, Iago and Cassio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they reach there they are informed that the Turkish army has been destroyed at sea. There Othello calls for celebration and as Iago who wants revenge for the lieutenant’s position given to Cassio, he sees that he can create a misunderstanding between Othello and Desdemona. Iago then makes Roderigo understand that he should fight with Cassio and disgrace himself. And so it happens but while chasing Roderigo when provoked Cassio accidentally stabs Governor Montano. This invokes fury all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Othello stops his marriage plans and comes to the place of commotion. He asks for justification but Iago cleverly tries to shield his friend Cassio. But Othello punishes Cassio by stripping him off his post of Lieutenant. Cassio is extremely upset over the issue and asks for help from Iago. Iago sees another opportunity here and tell him that only Desdemona can help him now. Iago tells Cassio that he will take Othello away so that he can talk to Desdemona. Desdemona is sympathetic but Othello comes back and sees Cassio leave Desdemona. Iago fuels the spark makes it look like Cassio leaving in a hurry to avoid being caught by Othello. Othello is now burning with jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Othello is heart broken now and Desdemona fails to understand the reason. Meanwhile Emilia, Iago’s wife takes a handkerchief back home. Iago finds it and becomes very happy.&lt;br /&gt;He plants the handkerchief in Cassio’s room as evidence. Iago makes Othello realize the missing handkerchief and he asks for it from Desdemona. She is not able to produce it. This makes Othello very angry and he has fits (epilepsy). Iago fixes a meeting with Cassio during this time. He makes Cassio talk about Bianca ad his love for her but Othello hiding close by interprets it as Cassio confessing his love for Desdemona. Here Lodovico comes as a replacement for Cassio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Othello questions Desdemona and calls her a ‘whore’, but Desdemona and Emilia both are not able to convince Othello. Iago then sees the opportunity. He sends Roderigo to kill Cassio. But Cassio is not killed and though badly injured he kills Roderigo. Iago then covers u the murder ad gets Cassio attended to. Meanwhile Othello weeping kills his wife. Emilia comes with the news that Roderigo is dead but when she sees Desdemona she explains her innocence. Iago comes in and tries to silence her but Othello realizes his mistake and weeps with regret. Iago kills Emilia. Othello kills himself. Iago tries to run away but is caught by Lodovico and Montano and punished. The play ends with a speech from Lodovico explaining hatred and jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a dark play, well handled with each character brought to life. Such exquisite timing and plots can only be the works of a magician of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;One feels for Othello, but Shakespeare’s plays are known for their hard hitting truths and sad ends to beautifully presented characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMKARA Review&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about making a film on a Shakespeare play and the first thing that comes to your mind is, Will I be able to execute the genius of Shakespeare? Will I be able to evoke the emotions every character provides? Will I be able to get the performances from my crew?&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you are Vishal Bharadwaj then the answer has to be Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Character Sketches&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omkara Shukla (Omi) – A sound leader who guides his men and knows their talents well. Somehow as the story progresses we realize how ego can tumble armies. He is also the right man of a politician who uses his skills to the tune of Lok Sabha elections.&lt;br /&gt;This character is played by Ajay Devgan (winner of National award for brilliance in acting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolly - A simple girl of a lawyer. She falls in love with Omkara when he comes to her house injured from a war. She is a typical housewife who cooks food and waits eagerly for her husband to return home. Also she fails to realize that her friendship with Kesu can become fatal for her. This character is played by Kareena Kapoor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langda Tyagi – The faithful and reliable man of Omkara. He accompanies Omkara for all the tasks assigned. Eventually it is his deserving post of ‘Bahubali’ which is sacrificed to Kesu which initiates jealousy in his mind. This jealousy further wrecks havoc ad destroys everything. This character is played by Saif Ali Khan (winner of National award for brilliance in acting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indu - A simple village girl who is the typical housewife. She plays a vital part in resolving homely issues. She also observes Omkara as her brother. She doesn’t realize that a small mistake on her part can make her husband use it as a vital ploy to create misunderstandings in relationships. This character is played by Konkana Sen Sharma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesu – The only educated person in the scenario, he makes friends with everyone very easily. He has been a college friend of Dolly and both share a good rapport. He becomes the Bahubali but is the victim of jealousy and circumstances that arise out of hatred. This character is played by Vivek Oberoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billo – The attractive prostitute of the place. She is the heart throb of every man. She eventually falls in love with Kesu and is also a victim of conspiracies. She helps Kesu in the best way she can and still manages to come out of the situation clean. This character is played by Bipasha Basu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhaisahab – An apt character of a Hindu Brahmin politician. He is a father figure for the whole region. He has played the game sensibly and uses people like Omkara to full effect. He also treats them with special respect.&lt;br /&gt;This character was played by Nasserudin Shah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raju – A cunning friend of Langda Tyagi. He is deeply in love with Dolly and cannot see Dolly with Omkara. He longs for her and in this context teams up with Langda to destroy Omkara. This character is played by Deepak Dobriyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to play:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omkara – Othello&lt;br /&gt;Dolly – Desdemona&lt;br /&gt;Langda Tyagi - Iago&lt;br /&gt;Indu – Emilia&lt;br /&gt;Kesu – Cassio&lt;br /&gt;Billo – Bianca&lt;br /&gt;Bhaisahab – Duke&lt;br /&gt;Raju - Roderigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omkara begins with a bang. Of course Vishal Bharadwaj has handled Maqbool pretty well but when I talk of him as a director who sees the depth of the story I mean his vision is beyond words. He actually concentrates scene per scene. The traits I noticed in Mr. Bharadwaj’s vision were that he handles very difficult emotions like covetousness, anxiety and guilty very well. Let me first give you the story in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Omkara – story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The story starts with Langda disrupting Raju’s marriage with Dolly and Dolly comes to Omkara. Meanwhile one of the bigwigs of the state comes to Omkara and puts forth that Omkara must have threatened Dolly. But eventually the matter is sorted out in front of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now politically Omkara grows strong and with him his two faithful companions Langda and Kesu are also going to be promoted. But the precious status of Bahubali is awarded to Kesu instead of Langda Tyagi. This invokes jealousy and an inferiority complex in Langda and he with Raju plots Omkara and Kesu’s downfall. In his son’s birthday party Langda make Kesu drink a lot and create nuisance in the party eventually fighting with Raju amongst important people. Omkara is very furious with the issue and repents on making Kesu the Bahubali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesu tries to seek Dolly’s help in getting tings back to normal. In turn she asks for a favor and they spend some time together alone which is misinterpreted by Omkara as betrayal. Langda keeps pouring the oil in the fire by continuously bringing up the issue and again creating misunderstandings. The next time Omkara is with Dolly, Dolly asks for a favor which is to forgive Kesu. This time around Omkara’s patience gives away and he really gets angry with Dolly. He starts staying away from her and also remains gloomy. In the meanwhile Indu steals away an age old traditional ‘Kamarbandh’ (a waistband) from Dolly’s house. She wants to impress her husband by wearing it but in turn her husband and uses it in a negative way. He gives it to Kesu who in turn gifts the waistband to Billo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile Omkara is getting married; he carries out an execution of the attacker on Bhaisahab. When he does this by this time he also threatens Langda to bring the real proof of Dolly’s treachery. Langda smiles and realizes his plan has been a success when Omkara sees the waistband with Billo. Just during the marriage of Omkara, Langda plays another move and involves Billo creating the confusion that results in Omkara now becoming sure that his wife has been cheating on him. Omkara after marriage kills Dolly.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand Langda guides Raju to kill Kesu but instead Kesu kills Raju and survives though injured badly. When Indu realizes that Dolly has been murdered she clears the air and Omkara kills himself in guilt. Indu kills Langda in a fit of rage and commits suicide herself thus ending the tragedy of Omkara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that Bollywood is coming of age. To tackle something like Shakespeare...is no mean feat and in Hindi...how!. Vishal Bharadwaj has learnt quite a lot from his past mistakes and handled a dark film well. Saif is a Rock star and gives you a lot of entertainment value in an otherwise dark film.&lt;br /&gt;“Saif has eaten the whole film,” gushed my friend as the credits list rolled down. It was a poignant site to see the standing audience to stay where they were and register who did what. I completely agree with my friend heartily impressed with Saif Ali Khan. Vishal Bharadwaj’s ‘Omkara’ certainly lived up to the audience expectations as well leaving them with the expression: Brilliant! For, the narrative of this adaptation of Shakespeare’s Othello is a unique interspersing of Hollywood Western Vishal Bharadwaj, the captain of the ship knows precisely what he is doing. The poetic visuals, the dangerous power of jealousy, conviction in the actions of every character and to have the capability to understand the darker side of love makes him seem like a seasoned campaigner in his merely fourth outing as a director (The Blue Umbrella is yet to be released). The master stroke was reserved for the last where he conveys an entire situation through gestures and a puzzle of simple dissolves. His choice of cinematographer in Tasadduq Hussain shows his vision.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the good points in the movie were:&lt;br /&gt;1) A good 2 ½ hour movie fitted for the Indian audience backed by good music.&lt;br /&gt;2) Modern gadgets used to full effect yet traditions followed.&lt;br /&gt;3) Woman characters given equal importance and screen-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some of the mistakes which could be corrected were:&lt;br /&gt;1) Some characters which were small but important went unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;2) The language though suited the background was sometimes difficult to understand.&lt;br /&gt;3) The aftermath of the deadly night was not shown as in what happened after such a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMPARISON OF OTHELLO &amp;amp; OMKARA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Othello, the older bible of jealousy and hatred is still so much applicable in our life. The adaptation still invokes a large interest and manages to hold the audience in awe.&lt;br /&gt;The process of making Omkara from Othello is almost like a heart transplant where everything has been aptly described. The technology used looks so natural and imbibing. Othello, the play had more sophistication and clear intentions from the start. Othello is also much deeper to understand and some statements are ideals. “I am not what I am” Possibly one of the most constructively contradictive of dialogues ever was a part of Iago’s speech in Othello. There have been many a movies inspired by Othello made in U.S and even Russia but this one goes further in terms of talent, technology and brilliance in film-making.&lt;br /&gt;The difference in story was that the political backdrop instead of a war one provided more relevance for the Indian audience. Moreover the situation change from the avoidance of a war to a birthday of Langda Tyagi’s son was an appropriate choice. The power, the black envious colour of jealousy, every possible ploy was used to the maximum effect.A brilliant storyboard by Meghna Gulzar converted the Indianized setting for a great great movie. A Shakespeare play could have powerful dialogues and powerful performances. But the ambience, the combined effort and handling of so much talent is what separates the play and the movie. Conversely the character names so similar to the original inspiration bring the story very close.&lt;br /&gt;In the original play, Othello’s “tragic flaw” is his jealousy, his inability to take things as they are, and a quality that Iago provokes and is successful at. Omkara, in spirit, stays true to that central theme and weaves all other conflicts around it. Having said that, Vishal has made the story his own and ends up humanizing Shakespeare’s characters with the necessary folklore and ethnic charm that is very close to the Indian ambience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be fair to the makers, there is a definite market both in India as well as abroad which will be interested in this fantastic Shakespearean adaptation. I would say, check out ‘Omkara’. It’s an Experience just to see Saif’s stained smile. Mr. Shakespeare you can rest in peace. Your heritage is in safe hands with Vishal Bharadwaj.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-115528327124736980?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/115528327124736980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=115528327124736980' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115528327124736980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115528327124736980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/08/othello-vs-omkara.html' title='Othello vs Omkara'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-115512941307502406</id><published>2006-08-09T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T06:16:53.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if C.S. &amp; I.T. people start producin movies</title><content type='html'>Some Film titles may be like these :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hang To Hona Hi Tha !!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Meri Disc Tumhare Paas Hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Aao Chat Kare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Programmer No.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Mera Naam Developer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Java Wale Job Le Jayenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Hum Apke Memory Mein Rehte Hein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do Processor Baarah Terminal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Tera Code Chal Gaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Har Din Jo Mail Karega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Network Ke Us Paar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Debugging Koi Khel Nahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Jish Desh Mein Bill Gates Rehta Hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Raju Ban Gaya MCSE .!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Client Ek Numbari Programmer Dus Numbari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Login Karo Sajana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Naukar PC Ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. 1942 -- A Bug Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Kaho Na Virus Hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Crash Se Crash Tak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Haan Maine Bhi Debug Kiya Hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Password De Ke Dekho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Terminal Apna Login Parayi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Mr. Network Lal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S again not my creation!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-115512941307502406?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/115512941307502406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=115512941307502406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115512941307502406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115512941307502406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-if-cs-it-people-start-producin.html' title='What if C.S. &amp; I.T. people start producin movies'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-115485861721872468</id><published>2006-08-06T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T21:29:34.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOP 5 CARS</title><content type='html'>These five models are the only new luxury cars with both the lowest-possible scores for predicted reliability from Consumer Reports plus a below average ‘overall manufacturing quality’.&lt;br /&gt;This gets me thinking, even if you are buying one those massive SUVs to shield yourself (My dad had one) during a car crash, it makes no sense on three counts—you are going to incur lots of expenditure on petro/diesel, pollute the environment, and would have to spend more for maintenance and also on the numerous occasions when it breaks down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/land_rover.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                           Land Rover LR3 SUV&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/range_rover_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                  Land Rover Range Rover SUV&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/loncoln_naigator.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                        Lincoln Navigator SUV&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/saab_93.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                                               Saab 9-3&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/vw_suv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                              Volkswagen Touareg SUV&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-115485861721872468?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/115485861721872468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=115485861721872468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115485861721872468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115485861721872468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/08/top-5-cars.html' title='TOP 5 CARS'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-115443675798343044</id><published>2006-08-01T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T05:52:38.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OHEM-KARA!!</title><content type='html'>Omkara is a good movie with great music, even great direction and even greater mentality. All objectives accomplished!! If you need to watch a multi-starrer movie with a good team of actors and want to learn movie making then do it the way Vishal Bharadwaj does it. Having a project on the movie is a real good thing because this is one project I will just luuhhhhheeeeeev writing about. So folks you will have my review, a complete one I guarantee but just after 4 more days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My verdict for the movie - HIT HAI BOSS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am suggesting very other chindi flick in Bollywood to be watched, some people say its the word of mouth marketing strategy... I'd say Its Bollywood that has taken a giant leap and has changed its own future for good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-115443675798343044?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/115443675798343044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=115443675798343044' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115443675798343044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115443675798343044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/08/ohem-kara.html' title='OHEM-KARA!!'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-115390555665094927</id><published>2006-07-26T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T02:19:16.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN A SANTRO BUMPS INTO A TRUCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/1600/santro.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NORMAL SANTRO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/Image%28016%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MY baby SANTRO... booohoooohhoooo... just 7 months old, shes a darling!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank god my dad is fine, not hurt at all..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A public service message(lecture)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PLZ WEAR UR SEATBELT WHILE DRIVING NO MATTER WHAT DISTANCE IT MIGHT BE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/Image%28015%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-115390555665094927?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/115390555665094927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=115390555665094927' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115390555665094927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115390555665094927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-what-happens-when-santro-bumps.html' title='THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN A SANTRO BUMPS INTO A TRUCK'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-115358097951235313</id><published>2006-07-22T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T08:09:39.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BDAY HIMESH SIR</title><content type='html'>hapy bday bhai... u will remain my mentor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live a long and larger than life stay on earth...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-115358097951235313?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/115358097951235313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=115358097951235313' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115358097951235313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115358097951235313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-bday-himesh-sir.html' title='HAPPY BDAY HIMESH SIR'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-115348713516245054</id><published>2006-07-21T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T06:05:35.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOME FUN</title><content type='html'>What If you find it very boring in the office? here are some &lt;br /&gt;tips.......Try it!&lt;br /&gt;I am not responsible if ur FIRED!! Here u go..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Form a detective agency to find out who is quitting next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Make blank calls to your Boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Count your fingers (and toes if you still get bored).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Rearrange the furniture, i.e. flick someone else's chair just to &lt;br /&gt;irritate him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Send mails from ms-mail to your internet mail (and immediately Get &lt;br /&gt;to the internet and see who &lt;br /&gt;   reaches first, you or your mail?) and read them there, and note down &lt;br /&gt;the time they take to reach there. Then do vice versa............. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Watch other people changing their facial expressions while Working &lt;br /&gt;and try changing your   &lt;br /&gt;   expressions also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Try to stretch status meetings as longer as possible, just by Asking &lt;br /&gt;silly doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have work breaks in between tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Have a two hour lunch; it's a big social occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Read jokes and send jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Revise last week's newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Hold "How fast my computer boots" competitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Practice aiming the coffee cup into the dustbin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Compile "How to waste your day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Pick up phone and dial non existing nos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Make faces at strangers in office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Count maximum no of applications your computer can open at time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. For Win NT/95 users....Move things to Recycle bin and restore &lt;br /&gt;them..Then repeat this process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Look at someone &amp; try to imagine how(s) he might have looked &lt;br /&gt;when(s) he was 5 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Learn to whistle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Make full use of the comfortable chair and table provided and Take &lt;br /&gt;a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats about it...&lt;br /&gt;P.S NOT MY CREATION&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-115348713516245054?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/115348713516245054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=115348713516245054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115348713516245054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115348713516245054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/07/some-fun.html' title='SOME FUN'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-115264014611131166</id><published>2006-07-11T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T10:49:06.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUMBAI CHAOS.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/1600/11blast1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/11blast1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/1600/11mahim1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/11mahim1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courtesy rediff.com and timesofindia.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-115264014611131166?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/115264014611131166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=115264014611131166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115264014611131166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115264014611131166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/07/mumbai-chaos.html' title='MUMBAI CHAOS.....'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-115263916211606538</id><published>2006-07-11T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T10:32:42.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUMBAI KILLINGS</title><content type='html'>My love for this country has increased ten folds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the fear of living in this country has increased 100 folds....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-115263916211606538?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/115263916211606538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=115263916211606538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115263916211606538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115263916211606538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/07/mumbai-killings.html' title='MUMBAI KILLINGS'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-115263889269891413</id><published>2006-07-11T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T10:37:58.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUMBAI BLASTS</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to say that my heart goes out to my fellow Mumbaikars who have helped the spirit of Mumbai and continue to resurface the helpful nature they've shown throughout. Hats off people. My Condolences to the famiies of the people hurt or killed. It could have been me or you. Lets stand up aganst these attrocties on us and our loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know more please read what every indian has in his mind right now here...&lt;a href="http://www.rbsw.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.rbsw.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-115263889269891413?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/115263889269891413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=115263889269891413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115263889269891413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115263889269891413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/07/mumbai-blasts.html' title='MUMBAI BLASTS'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-115244572453973239</id><published>2006-07-09T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T04:48:44.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COME BACK</title><content type='html'>Mark my words my class is havoc. Terrible to handle. First lecture and we all hardly care who’s actually teachin. Apna kya hai I just sit quietly in one corner ad I always keep in mind the good points of the lecture the rest all is trash for me. Today I was a little more bored and I had pain in my throat (the tonsils area) so I wanted to distract myself from the pain. Mind you this distraction was good but also made me cause a lot of blunders today. I’ll explain how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the HT in my hands. Saw the headlines and the pic of a girl smiling and staring out of the window. Another topper. (Somehow I don’t connect to them). Bas uske baaju mein aisi news dekhi which might change the whole market scenario in Sensex.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently SEBI has allowed the Mutual funds to invest in Real Estate. This is gonna be a new much needed boost to the already stale market. Small time investors surely know how much real estate can fetch them. A flat in vashi ten years ago would hav costed 2 lacs its now 35 lacs. Similarly a flat in kharghar costs 12 lacs now which will be 25 in the next 3 years. Property investors have been banking on navi-mumbai getting an airport very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well sat on the first bench thinking will do a roject with mihir and bhavik but found that swati was alone. Bolaaa I need to do projects wid new people to learn things the hard way. Took the challenge josh mein.. faaltooiri ho gayaa.&lt;br /&gt;The realized viva mein toh apni khatiyaa khadi ho jaayegi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo bole sonihaaal.. satsriyaakaaal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm back with a .... NEW LAN CARD...(bang)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-115244572453973239?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/115244572453973239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=115244572453973239' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115244572453973239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115244572453973239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/07/come-back.html' title='COME BACK'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-115114646716244375</id><published>2006-06-24T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T03:54:27.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KRRISH</title><content type='html'>Don't watch Krish, Need I say more??? Rather watch PAYCHECK starring Ben Affleck and Uma Thurman... I think u can rent the cd for 30 bucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-115114646716244375?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/115114646716244375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=115114646716244375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115114646716244375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115114646716244375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/06/krrish.html' title='KRRISH'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-115088456189097397</id><published>2006-06-21T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T03:13:11.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PM's visit to Mumbai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/1600/manmohan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/320/manmohan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our beloved Prime Minister agreed on inaugrating the economic capital of India's Metro Railway Project and he pays the dear city a much awaited visit. The roads were cleaned of the filthy dirt, the filthy pollution, the filthy traffic, the filthy signals, the filthy people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the PM had made a more longer visit than just passing by in his Imported BMW. Maybe he didn't even see his countrymen. Maybe the inaugration was very important, what am I saying?? It will be another huge mega-crore deal project to make Mumbai a city of dreams. The PM's dream of having better railway. Mr. Turban-ator, have you ever travelled in the Mumbai locals??? Oh how would you know that everyday 40 lakh odd people use it to reach their desired destination. Maybe this city's traffic havaldars will rob us off our money in bribes, Maybe another 26/7 deluge will hit us tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir, only want to say that if you have four cars around for your safety and a rally of 30 odd cars around your automatic then you will only notice the malls and the mills not the slums. Maybe you should dig deep now and invesigate why Mumbai is not yet Shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My highest regards to you. I will respect your decision, if it maybe burdening us with heavy Quotas, heavy fuel prices or heavy sales taxes. But let me tell you sir, this country is not ours anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-115088456189097397?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/115088456189097397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=115088456189097397' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115088456189097397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115088456189097397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/06/pms-visit-to-mumbai.html' title='PM&apos;s visit to Mumbai'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-115070315367586919</id><published>2006-06-19T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T00:45:53.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VACATION OVER</title><content type='html'>Now, finally the days of long wait are over. We begin with the second innings of our graduation and I'm so very excited. People have been saying ki "bhai third year mein toh bohot padhai hai,, toh tum second year mein sari kasar poori karlo." I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the verdict is that I won't let the enthusiasm die down and I'll make this year - a year to remember all my life. With friends like Balan, Vasavda and other very very good friends, I think I'm gonna have a lot of fun. Though I will miss another good friend,(who thought changing college was fun) I can manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways so let's hit the party floor guys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-115070315367586919?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/115070315367586919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=115070315367586919' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115070315367586919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115070315367586919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/06/vacation-over.html' title='VACATION OVER'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-115046564208734607</id><published>2006-06-16T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T06:47:22.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HMMMMMM...</title><content type='html'>I don't know why life seems very glooooooomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if on a standstill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really waiting for something to happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm bored beyond par&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u think I'm gonna go on and write a poem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'lll end here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-115046564208734607?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/115046564208734607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=115046564208734607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115046564208734607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115046564208734607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/06/hmmmmmm.html' title='HMMMMMM...'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-115046483322648959</id><published>2006-06-16T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T06:38:11.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHA</title><content type='html'>Euro Millones International LotteryAward Prize DeptMadrid –Spain&lt;br /&gt;Dear Beneficiary&lt;br /&gt;We are please to announce you as one of the 10 lucky winners in the Euro Millones Lottery International Email Address draw on the 30th of November due to the mixture of names and address the result was released on the 13th April, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 10 winning addresses were randomly selected from a batch of 50,000,000 international email addresses. Your email address emerged alongside 9 others as a category 2 winner in the Euro Millones Lottery Draw.&lt;br /&gt;Consequently, you have therefore been approved for a total pay out of US$950,000:00 (Nine Hundred And Fifty Thousand United States Dollars Only).The following particulars are attached to your lotto payment order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Euro Millones Lottery Program internet draw is held once in a year and is so organized to encourage the use of the internet and computers worldwide. We are proud to say that over 200 Million Euros are won annually in more than 150 countries worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To claim your winning prize you are to contact the appointed agent as soon as possible for the immediate release of your winnings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARRISTER MARTIN CANNONTEL. +34 697 333 267E-mail:martincannones@netscape.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.B:Steps to claiming your prize;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Please quote your Reference number in all correspondence with the claims officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You must contact the appointed agent with your Full Names, Contact Telephone Numbers (Home, Office and Mobile Number and also Fax Number) via email to process the immediate payment of your prize.&lt;br /&gt;3. Be informed that the appointed agent will be required to swear an Affidavits of Lotto Claim and also obtain Approval Legal Clearance Certificate from the Court here in Spain which is in accordance with the European Union Financial Act 2004 on payment of International Lottery Winners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be aware that the PAYING BANK will Effect Payment Swiftly upon satisfactory Report, Verifications and validation provided by this fiduciary agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For security reasons, you are advised to keep your winning information confidential till your claims is processed and your money remitted to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again congratulations!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs.Suzan ZeemanEuro Millones Lottery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAAAAA RIGHT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-115046483322648959?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/115046483322648959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=115046483322648959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115046483322648959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115046483322648959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/06/hahahahahahaha.html' title='HAHAHAHAHAHAHA'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-115031017995973482</id><published>2006-06-14T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T11:36:19.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>Am just purely unhappy today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-115031017995973482?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/115031017995973482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=115031017995973482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115031017995973482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115031017995973482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-115008652706154425</id><published>2006-06-11T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T13:15:10.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music to my ears!! (part 2)</title><content type='html'>Lets go down the memory lane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A couple of snapshots and some pics in black and white)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember till I was in KG I used to love this song called 'Papa kehte hain bada naam karega'. My love for the song was so much that one famous incident was that I heard the song on radio at a paan shop and started dancing there itself. My frequent visits owing to my parents loving the paan made me famous there. Then I used to play in my colony and some flick had someone saying 'I say chaps!!' and apparently I used to say it with a twinkle in my eye. So people used to love it. I used to say that atleast ten times a day.That made me famous.. quite literally considering that anyone from the school or even neighbouring colonies knew I was famous for it.&lt;br /&gt;I was probably 4 years old now. I used to drink water from the tank straight, resulting in me contracting jaundice. Now I had this habit of not eating medicines( I still have it). So my dad usd to put the medicine in my paan. I pretty much understood even at that age that I was being forced to consume medicines in the pretext of sweet paan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have never eaten paan after that&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the generation of Aamir, Sallu and Shahrukh music. My favourites were 'Pehla Nasha, ailo ji sanam hum aa gaye, yeh kaali kaali aankhen'. Those were the days of movies like Jo jeeta wohi sikandar, baazigar, andaaz apna apna. Me I was in say 2nd standard and I loved that music. It was also the period were Michael Jackson was on top( not that ways). His music was famous all over and his dance steps imitated by every known(or unknown) dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Break dance yeah!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in 5th and 6th then maybe when we got cable tv showing us SONY tv, STAR tv, Cartoon Network and M tv. It was like awesome guys.. I used to watch M tv select from the start. Those were the days when I fell in love with songs like Tragedy- Steps, Abba- Mama Mia and Britney- Hit me baby one more time and many more. That was the time when I was really into good music. Used to have a Hitachi(imported) hi-fi system which used to wake me and my sister up in the morning with awesome music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah those days of pop music!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was 8th standard and Celine Dion with the Titanic track was hot on the music charts. But I was more into the tracks of movies like Mujhe kuch kehna hai and more and more of Hindi stuff. Sonu Nigam's Deewana was also brilliant. I think it was his best album till date. I also got myself  a video game and we used to play soo many games. Then it was also the time when saas and bahus started rulin the charts and we were totally taken in awe by KBC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romantic beats beat the heat...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in 10th, year 2003 I had windows 98 and the best of music on my PC. I used to listen to Scatman, Lagaan, Las ketchup, Enrique and Adnan Sami. Yup that was the time when I really realised I loved all kinds of music. It just had to be in a good beat. I was in Roha ad its not more ta a village. Surrounded by hills on all four sides and a river running through its heart Roha was an awesome place. But never did I hear that anyone coud get radio waves on their set. Radio was becoming popular and three were 5 channels, 4 of them still running. Roha is 100 kms away from Mumbai and 130 kms away from Pune. There is a place in my room where If I usd to kee my SHARP deck system with its antenna pointing 135 degrees touching the marble frame of my room's window I used to get clear radio 93.9 radio mirchi(pune). I was a fan of it. I heard the whole world cup 2003 scores on that radio channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my wonderful love, lucky me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was 2004, I was in 11th and livin my life alone in Mumbai on my terms and I was hooked to Enrique and DJ aqueel, DJ Suketu, Kal Ho Naa Ho and there were 7 radio channels running.&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant competition in those channels and real good music both western as well as Indian were on a high. I used to listen to the radio for amost 12 hours a day. Thats a lot. I started studying listening only to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah those dance mixes!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it was mid 2005 and in came the path breaking music &lt;em&gt;Aashiq banaaya Aapne.&lt;/em&gt; I think that was a mind blasting song which gave this guy next door Himesh King-like success. Who's complaining? I mean not just one but all the songs were so cool that I couldn't help but listen to them till early 2006. Then came in another chart buster 'jhalak Dikhlaaja' and I really admire Himesh now. People hate him for his voice and maybe because of his sudden success but I still love his attitude and music. everyone now knows how big a fan I am of his. An even bigger fan would be my darling niece IRA. So its not just me yaar there are hundreds of them maybe lacs who still enjoy his ' I love you O sayonni'. I really think he will go a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ek baar aaja aaja aaja....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I've got this new trance passion.. DJ TIESTO is the uncrowned king of trance... more from me on him later .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the way it's part 2 because ' Allah ke bandeh has de...'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-115008652706154425?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/115008652706154425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=115008652706154425' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115008652706154425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/115008652706154425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/06/music-to-my-ears-part-2.html' title='Music to my ears!! (part 2)'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-114957428180063622</id><published>2006-06-05T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T07:22:10.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Made in Heaven????</title><content type='html'>A highly unpredictable institutuion of love is Marriage. Considering it as a tradition people now consider the marriage ceremony and a grand reception as a formality, which they pray and keep their fingers crossed, goes well. Now imagine the real motive behind a marriage, How a stupid guy gets so much motivation for sex that he takes an added responsiility of another human being for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that when I say this I keep in mind that he has a 9 to 6 job, additional responsibilities of parents and sometimes even relatives. Apparently it is only the physical appearance force that drives the guy to such a one sided affair. It is after a long time that the person actually needs emotional support!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-114957428180063622?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/114957428180063622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=114957428180063622' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114957428180063622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114957428180063622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/06/made-in-heaven.html' title='Made in Heaven????'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-114891926395735195</id><published>2006-05-29T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T09:22:04.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DA VINCI CODE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/1600/da%20vinci%20code.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/320/da%20vinci%20code.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I dumped some ppl whom I promised my birthday party and went for Da Vinci wid my sis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thrill action thing was packed so tightly that there was no love or a proper chemistry between Robert Langdon and Sophie Neveu...&lt;br /&gt;was that intended or there wasn't any time I'm not tooo sure.. but the movie was shot in a fantastic way. In short it was better than I expected..&lt;br /&gt;I give it 4.5 on 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the fact that technology assisted the director in executing very difficult scenes will be a small remark to brilliant cinematography... The movie did not carry the story through Langdon's eyes but it kpt me hooked till d very end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verything in the movie is beyond my description and I see no one else doing better makin such a complex movie and making the viewer understand the concept with ease...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys watch the fantastic, awesme and amazing movie and remember You are watching some brilliant stuff!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-114891926395735195?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/114891926395735195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=114891926395735195' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114891926395735195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114891926395735195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/05/da-vinci-code.html' title='DA VINCI CODE!!'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-114797135684370004</id><published>2006-05-18T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T09:55:56.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMEONE JUST SHOOT THE GUY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/1600/rascal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/320/rascal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REWARD 1,00000000000000000000000000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-114797135684370004?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/114797135684370004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=114797135684370004' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114797135684370004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114797135684370004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/05/someone-just-shoot-guy.html' title='SOMEONE JUST SHOOT THE GUY'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-114744758653528678</id><published>2006-05-12T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:29:44.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't expect what I xpect from you.. think what you expect from me and then i might consider giving u what u expect from me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;DID&lt;/strong&gt; you get that?? Me neither... so stop thinking B'cause I don't mean anything... seriously.. &lt;strong&gt;some dozen days of interns have nearly ruined my thinking capacity&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same old everyday 8.48 train and same old crowd... guys can u imagine I hav made friends in the crowd who catch a seat for me ? Same old ads in the boggie to stare at... same old Babus pushing for more space seating 4 on the space of 3 and same old crowd standing on the window bars hanging on their bare little fingers yelling 'OYE GANPAT MAJHA BAG GHE'.&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;Its a routine so don't panic yet... I'm not completely insane as of now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The desperation, frustration and the crowded Kurla station.. all the ion's in my life are causing a lot of trouble in my tiy li'l head rite now... Now I understand why people get frustrated. When I see people in the BPO's and the MNC's relishing on to heavy salaries and compare them with the clerk in my firm I completely understand the difference. My clerk a stupid fellow, Let me tel u about him. He has one child(thankfully), earns 3000 rupees per month and curses the 1000 rupees he has to sacrifice to the agency that employed him. Now he is a very jovial typo the one who keeps the office running and smilin'. Yup the ideal assistant and helper the Boss needs yaar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I put myself in his place I see pure &lt;strong&gt;BULL SHIT.&lt;/strong&gt; If I would hav been in his place I would have long ago kicked my own ass of the cliff, but here is a guy who is very sad with his handful salary but still manages to make everyone happy with his always smilin face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will go to heaven? Me or him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such things keep creepin up in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BMM student... eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that gonna work in heaven????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a BMM student I keep noticin ads ad stuff...&lt;br /&gt;Take my train bogie for instance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MAKE 100 Rs. OUT OF11Rs. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What does a guy earning 2000 bucks a month do? invest 11 bucks? or save it for a couple of vada pavs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nah... we'll sacrifice the vada-pav...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Maybe I can win the lottery!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hmmmm.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;11 bucks gone in the bin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe I will win tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YEEAH RIGHT....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chuck it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'd rather travel by bus wen my college starts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;INDIA SUX...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;INDIANS ROX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-114744758653528678?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/114744758653528678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=114744758653528678' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114744758653528678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114744758653528678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-expect-what-i-xpect-from-you.html' title='don&apos;t expect what I xpect from you.. think what you expect from me and then i might consider giving u what u expect from me'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-114702358031942116</id><published>2006-05-07T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T10:39:40.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A week of mixed feelings</title><content type='html'>I'm lying when I say it was a week because it wasn't... I joined from 2nd of may and this journey of interns has been a real hard phase of my life...till the 6th as of now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.. u can say all that... what my parents have een telling me. No one believes when I say they are really pressurising me with work. When I gave an inerview to a certain Mr.Vishal in NAX he said he will offer me an intern but I need to do computer work. I happily agreed considering the fact that most of my time in the day is spent chatting,surfing and playing CS on the computer. But li'l did I knw that the wanted me to use Ctrl+Z to undo and shift+tab to shift into other documents in MICROSOFT EXCEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The admin executive is out of town rocking on to good songs with his family somewhere in GOA and one more of the supervisors is out of town off to his native place. Yeah you guessed it right..&lt;br /&gt;I neva understood why they taught me so much stuff and almost all their work in about 3 days.. they've left all their responsibilities on me!! I worked till 7.15 on wednesday to finish all of them.&lt;br /&gt;Basically as soon as they came to know on tuesday that I'm working for free and am there to assist them and learn the work over there, they've been fighting to gain control over me. I mean come on!! WTF?? Guys, in short they are freaking me off.. man.. Mihir my very good friend guided me to HT for an internship and I tried hard to get away from here... but my bad luck has been a good companion all these years and I think it wants to spend the whole life with me. HT couldn't be possible and my dad says if you want to learn all the traits of marketing and working in a firm you've got to be in a small place... he says you'll lear life here..(ya right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically they are dominating me from 9.30 to 6.. But at 6 I've now made sure I say goodbye to whomsoever it concerns and get the hell out of there... shit man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good one liner here wuld be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU FIND THE 6.10 LOCAL FROM CST TO PANVEL A RELIEF... YOU R RIGHT NEXT TO HELL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you must hav understood the dilemma I am in...so don't expect more write-ups from me in the coming 4 weeks or so cause these guys think I'm a goat and if I don't work I lose my experience certificate.. so I'm an easy victim..they r rapin  me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waitin for this nightmare to get over... I love SIES...&lt;br /&gt; :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-114702358031942116?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/114702358031942116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=114702358031942116' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114702358031942116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114702358031942116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/05/week-of-mixed-feelings.html' title='A week of mixed feelings'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-114650539346989089</id><published>2006-05-01T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T10:46:08.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERNS</title><content type='html'>Finally have got a relief on getting an intern.. wanna work here.. HARD man...&lt;br /&gt;Here's the company details for u.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.naxworld.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me everything goes right..&lt;br /&gt;am starting from tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-114650539346989089?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/114650539346989089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=114650539346989089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114650539346989089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114650539346989089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/05/interns.html' title='INTERNS'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-114647733666265422</id><published>2006-05-01T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T02:57:23.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LET'S HAVE RESERVATION!</title><content type='html'>I think we should have job reservations in all the fields.&lt;br /&gt;I completely support the PM and all the politicians for promoting this.&lt;br /&gt;Let's start the reservation within our cricket team. We should have 10 percent reservation for muslims. 30 percent for OBC, SC/ST like that. Cricket rules should be modified accordingly. Yuvraj Singh and Mahendra Singh Dhoni cannot have a place in the team.The boundary circle should be reduced for an SC/ST player. The four hit by an OBC player should be considered as a six and a six hit by a OBC player should be counted as 8 runs. An OBC player scoring 60 runs should be declared as a century. We should influence ICC and make rules so that the pace bowlers like Shoaib Akhtar should not bowl fast balls to our OBC player. Bowlers should bowl maximum speed of 80 kilometer per hour to an OBC player. Any delivery above this speed should be made illegal.&lt;br /&gt;Also we should have reservation in Olympics. In the 100 meters race, an OBC player should be given a gold medal if he runs 80 meters. There can be reservation in Government jobs also. Let's recruit SC/ST and OBC pilots for aircrafts which are carrying the ministers and politicians (that can really help the country.. )&lt;br /&gt;Ensure that only SC/ST and OBC doctors do the operations for the ministers and other politicians. (Another way of saving the country..) Let's be creative and think of ways and means to guide INDIA forward... Let's show the world that INDIA is a GREAT country. Let's be proud of being an INDIAN..&lt;br /&gt;May the good breed of politicans like ARJUN SINGH long live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes.. I in my whole life had a lot of faith in congress....&lt;br /&gt;I swear I will never vote for them!! Let the SC/OBC vote for them, now we'll see who wins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-114647733666265422?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/114647733666265422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=114647733666265422' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114647733666265422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114647733666265422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/05/lets-have-reservation.html' title='LET&apos;S HAVE RESERVATION!'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-114587912456758878</id><published>2006-04-24T04:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T09:12:27.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HIT LIST</title><content type='html'>10. Sorry- Madonna&lt;br /&gt;9. Spun - Flipsyde&lt;br /&gt;8. Jhalak Dikhlaaja- Himesh Reshammiya bhai&lt;br /&gt;7. coldplay- Talk&lt;br /&gt;6. Jaaneman - Aryan&lt;br /&gt;5. Tu hi meri shab hai - gangster&lt;br /&gt;4. Paathshaala - Rang De Basanti&lt;br /&gt;3. Hips don't lie - Shakira&lt;br /&gt;2. Samjho naa - Himesh Reshammiya bhai&lt;br /&gt;1. Yaa ali - gangster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat this list....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-114587912456758878?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/114587912456758878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=114587912456758878' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114587912456758878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114587912456758878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/04/hit-list_24.html' title='HIT LIST'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-114538592223790452</id><published>2006-04-18T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T11:45:22.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY TIMES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/1600/Image_273_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/Image_273_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-114538592223790452?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/114538592223790452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=114538592223790452' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114538592223790452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114538592223790452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-times.html' title='HAPPY TIMES'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-114499862867706937</id><published>2006-04-13T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T00:10:28.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well don't know what to title this one... this is just a small personal article on how my life's been going... It seemed to jerk a bit when the results came because I had targetted something like 74 to 75 % but I thought I would end up in the 70's . but thanks to some weird checking  ( we got to show u who we are campaign) and some partial marks attributed to my friends I was left far behind in the race with 63% marks. Now that's ok as far as I'm concerned but me getting 18 in the marketing paper where i was expecting in 40's was the biggest shock of my life. probably my relevant examples didn't go down to well with the 'Rel'iable guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apna kya hai? nevertheless now that I have got ggod studious friends I'm thinking I will try and have a healthy competition with them. I know I have that extensive intelligence and good capability but I need a small push to get me from the atmosphere into the SPACE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well want to say some more things like everyone knows my second sem was nice. I made much better friends and realised I was trying to run away from good things. I never tried to take the initiative in the first sem and wanted to restrict myself to life-long friends... but the second sem I realised that what I had expected out of people didn't turn out to be true. Rumours were still prevalent but now I had made good enough communication with them. Learnt a lot from some people who might not be my life-long friends but atleast might influence my life. Mind you guys make loads of friends.. you get to learn a lot from each of them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing I have never had bad intentions with anyone... I jus can't stand oversmart guys who say sumthin and do sumthin else... You remain honest and frank with me and I'll be your best friend for life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have so much to say that beond this point that you might get bored... I won't blame you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do sumthin out of the way yaar... sumthin that might fetch me sum pride... have heard about this 'paapi duniya' so much that I now fear going for interviews for internship..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... rather than playing counter-strike whole day or watching poor flicks on all days filmy channels I've no work to do... so you can just about understand how eagerly I'm waiting for my second year to start... Want to do projects again.. want to blog more.. want to quarrel more on the group.. well the list goes on... most of my friends are engineers and they are sooooo busy man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPE I HAD DONE ENGG. too....really praying BMM works out for me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-114499862867706937?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/114499862867706937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=114499862867706937' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114499862867706937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114499862867706937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-dont-know-what-to-title-this-one.html' title=''/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-114447451036162643</id><published>2006-04-07T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T22:35:10.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IIM,IIT Reservations</title><content type='html'>The heat is rising now then? OR do our beloved ministers think that we are too bright to study in India? Should we only consider going abroad? Why does this happen only with us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not only from now... the moolah has been raking since my SSC batch. First the complicated holocrafts get introduced in our board finals, then the government experiments with us and gives us 4 different sets of question papers and now they book "49.5%" seats apparently the maximum for lower class and scheduled caste students. Obviously there aren't so many SC/OBC caste students in our country who have the potential to do MBA's and get priviledged engg. from IIT's. So the ultimate motive of the government might be to make the parents bid for their seats in IIT's and IIM's (the only recognised institutions abroad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. HRD minister are you listening to us middle class people? Do you want more money to fill your Swiss bank accounts? Or apparently you are deaf sitting in your Air conditioned rooms deciding to expand the quotas in reputed institutions which should have been abloished by the year 1980. Considering that a Scheduled Caste family in my vicinity owns a couple of cars and a huge bank balance but they still depend upon their caste certificates to get them into reputed colleges avec minimum effort. Is this what you want?&lt;br /&gt;Be warned Mr. Minister we are the age of 'Rang De Basanti'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-114447451036162643?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/114447451036162643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=114447451036162643' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114447451036162643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114447451036162643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/04/iimiit-reservations.html' title='IIM,IIT Reservations'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-114439895498834735</id><published>2006-04-07T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T01:35:55.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RESERVATIONS!!! HELP!!</title><content type='html'>Has the government lost it?? Is it that they are not even using 2 percent of their already damaged brains???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already there is a 27% reservation which is costing many a people seats in prestigious institutuions and they want to make it 49.5%...&lt;br /&gt;I mean are they dumb deaf and blind??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the politicians dont know anything.. but are they so dumb?&lt;br /&gt;I mean they need not run anywhere for getting their chidren into reputed institutions...&lt;br /&gt;bloody they will suck India man... they will sell off India...&lt;br /&gt;they don't care a damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IIM institutions first get a fee hike and now these reservations....&lt;br /&gt;I mean do they even care if a OBC/ ST/SC guy goes to a foreign country and does stupid things because he doesn't know anything and lets the whole of IIM down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no I dont blame the low caste people who belong to the OBC/SC/ST... I know they need some reservation so that they can come up to a certain level and contribute to the Indian economy but this is shit where 80%of INDIA in the open categories get 50% seats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS A CRIME....&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna lie down and bear this all&lt;br /&gt;if necessary I will stage a protest..&lt;br /&gt;I've heard the Delhi university students are gonna do it..&lt;br /&gt;so will apna Mumbai ka crowd..&lt;br /&gt;I'm sincerely gonna join them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-114439895498834735?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/114439895498834735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=114439895498834735' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114439895498834735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114439895498834735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/04/reservations-help.html' title='RESERVATIONS!!! HELP!!'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-114423886354973348</id><published>2006-04-05T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T05:14:59.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MONEY-makes the world go round</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/1600/wallet%20money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/320/wallet%20money.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Indeed. May it be a brawl between brothers or a son kicking out his parents out of their heritage home; itâ€™s always the money the main culprit in these cases. In this 21st century money has gone into the manâ€™s head they say. Man has believed that only the money can make his life peaceful and make him and his family more prestigious and famous. He has disrespected his parents, his relatives and in some cases his whole community and taken money as his soul-mate. Money is making the world believe that the power is in their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanity and sanity have taken a huge beating. Movies have not helped the issue too. I agree that the movies are helping the issue but most of the times they have ended making mockery of the issue. Where media has also played the contenders into their own little webs and dragged the issue to new heights, and where man is now helpless and wants to leave issues and just run away from them. How can two individuals live together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only this but a recent event which happened a year back but realization crept in a little late is very close to my heart. They say doctors are born to save you and itâ€™s their hard-work and late-night shifts that have managed to keep this world on their toes. But what when you can no longer believe that the doctor is prescribing you the right treatment to gain his own personal share or what if you come to know that the multi-nationals are making the doctors prescribe expensive medicines so that they can go on an all-expenses paid trip to Europe? Yes itâ€™s true in this monetary world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident happened with a very-close relative of mine. She was barely 56 and fit and healthy. But in these ages sometimes problems like Low blood pressure or tiredness, makes you unconscious. She was immediately rushed to the hospital where the doctor who was one of the most well-known doctors and also a reputed guy prescribed some medicines as it was detected that two arteries were narrowed and blocked and were not functioning to the optimum level. The medicines were absolutely correct and she was kept a couple of days for cautionary inspection.&lt;br /&gt;Now in certain extreme cases there are patients who are not affected by the medicines and need to undergo a surgery where â€˜stentilsâ€™ also known as studs are forced into the arteries to clear blockage (mainly cholesterol). These are basically small springs which clear the blockage and let the blood flow normally. Although one might say they are expensive they actually cost very little but for commission. Doctors receive commission sometimes close to 30 grands where they have specific dealers supplying them in bulk. For this reason the doctor got greedy in my relativeâ€™s case. His medicines had done their work but for his untimely enforcement of not one but 2 studs into her arteries. An hour later her blood pumped in at twice the speed and before the doctor could do anything further to help, the heart couldnâ€™t handle the pressure and gave up. She had a heart of gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a quite a shock for our family because she was one of the healthiest and the most jovial of the ladies. She was a gem of a person. But for some amount of commission on the studs the doctor didnâ€™t even consider to wait for 24 hours before the admission of drugs. Who should we believe now? If not even the doctorsâ€¦ then who will save lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmâ€¦ monetary gains have turned the tide in favour of the corporates. Where they are now making the most of talent to gain an upper hand in this competitive world. But I think there are some people like Doctors, Lawyers, Policemen and Politicians who need to keep the interest of the society alive and not go after money but work for humanity.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can be alive to see such a world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-114423886354973348?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/114423886354973348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=114423886354973348' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114423886354973348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114423886354973348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/04/money-makes-world-go-round.html' title='MONEY-makes the world go round'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-114326843813371173</id><published>2006-03-24T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T12:31:46.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incomplete</title><content type='html'>strolling on the road&lt;br /&gt;saw many things...&lt;br /&gt;many a cars driving home...&lt;br /&gt;some going nowhere...&lt;br /&gt;some just wasting fuel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now walking along the roadside path&lt;br /&gt;saw a beautiful girl...&lt;br /&gt;cute,coming towards me...&lt;br /&gt;thought I knew her..&lt;br /&gt;but I didn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met her again&lt;br /&gt;cashed on...&lt;br /&gt;was from my college..&lt;br /&gt;from my city..&lt;br /&gt;rewarding coincidence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited for her..&lt;br /&gt;irregular in college...&lt;br /&gt;still waited...&lt;br /&gt;maybe....&lt;br /&gt;woke up early 4 her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time ran...&lt;br /&gt;waited with bated breath...&lt;br /&gt;she came along in my bus...&lt;br /&gt;was very happy&lt;br /&gt;but shy..&lt;br /&gt;met her for a few seconds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something told me this was my day&lt;br /&gt;so I went and chatted with her...&lt;br /&gt;didn't take her number...&lt;br /&gt;foolish me..&lt;br /&gt;walked out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow the bus&lt;br /&gt;was caught in traffic..&lt;br /&gt;said want ur number...&lt;br /&gt;she smiled...&lt;br /&gt;smiled and said later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh here I am...&lt;br /&gt;waiting to meet her again..&lt;br /&gt;maybe patience...&lt;br /&gt;a virtue...&lt;br /&gt;will reward me in time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-114326843813371173?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/114326843813371173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=114326843813371173' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114326843813371173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114326843813371173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/03/incomplete.html' title='Incomplete'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-114326631971270298</id><published>2006-03-24T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T06:28:08.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ads I liked..</title><content type='html'>Normally I like all ads which are targetted at  a youthful audience for example the Sania Mirza &lt;strong&gt;Sprite &lt;/strong&gt;ad and the ad where a young family guy buys a &lt;strong&gt;Sony&lt;/strong&gt; handycam and it is still as good as new when his son is getting married.. But there are still better ads which I continuosly like, it may not be a Tv commercial for example the &lt;strong&gt;AMUL&lt;/strong&gt; ads where there is a bread and butter comment on any and every recent controversy.. such ads make my day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the current westernization due to the growth of malls in India and new and even small brands which have failed to gather a market abroad are coming to India and are fluorishing... Moreover there are countless brands coming over and advertising and I didn't know P&amp;G owned both &lt;strong&gt;Head&amp;amp;Shoulders&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Pantene,&lt;/strong&gt; I really thought they were  brands from rival companies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a recent ad caught my attention so much so that I love it every time I watch it. Its the ad where the &lt;strong&gt;Tea Authority of India&lt;/strong&gt; wants to tell all the Indians that westernising isn't cool and drinking coffee will only make matters complex so rather drink tea and enjoy life...  The ad tell you that two guys are discussing about the morning and complimenting on the weather and are not able to express their feeling in pretext of acting like the western people meaning- They drink Coffee. And on the contrary people who drink Tea enjoy their lives and hardly care about anything else, they meet ecstatically and then make fun of the other two guys who are trying to say ' Barmy morning, nice weather' and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clear message... best ad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-114326631971270298?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/114326631971270298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=114326631971270298' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114326631971270298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114326631971270298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/03/ads-i-liked.html' title='Ads I liked..'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-114322707374757163</id><published>2006-03-24T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T22:10:48.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School days......2....... future</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/1600/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/320/sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/1600/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I still remember how I would wail and cry because I didn't have the latest pen or the latest compass box and equipment.. It would be the new drawing class and each year I wanted new stuff, new crayons, new painting stuff... those days were so cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how I used to ask for money to buy new cricket balls and how each day I would play with so many friends, some in class and some in my colony... each evening we used to have loads of fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived in Vashi, New Bombay and studied in Fr. Agnel's till Sr.KG.. then shifted to Boisar which is the connecting station to the Tarapur Atomic Power Plant the first in India and I was proud of that..Till 6th I was in Boisar.. then my dad changed his job and came to Roha on the way to Goa. A real cool place alongside Kundalika river.. most of my memories are of Roha and am still in touch with my school friends some of whom have come to Bombay to study as well.. We used to go swimming in the river, enjoy nature, go to water-falls and collect shells, play cricket in the vacations all day and play Chor-Police in the night... and to this very day all my friends remember my tactics to hide myself in the darkness and how difficult it used to be to catch me... Was just remebering how my parents always pressurised me to study well and do Engg. . a proffession I was irritated off... cause every mom wanted her son to be an engineer or doctor and somehow I couldn't digest playing it safe and doing what everyone did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister got married when I was in 10th just before my final prelims.. and I was on the verge of deciding my career when I came to know that my Jiju was in merchant navy..&lt;br /&gt;So i started inquring more about it and realised that maybe this was it.. yes maybe this was the way out which i have been looking for... so there I go and I take SCIENCE in KHALSA college to pursue a career in merchant navy after 10+2, but I also came to know more about other professions in the 2 years... like BMM and BMS and law, architecture and ofcourse IIT engg was special as it made me see different as normal engg....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years went by faster than I thought and I went to Chennai to seek admission in my Jiju's company.. by now the largets company in the world A.P Moller Maresk... yup a mighty rich and a company which wanted attitude and extra something from its employees... and I failed the entrance.. I actually failed my first ever interview...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back on 13th June I think and was left nowhere due to my huge blunder in 12th... I still don't know why I got so less... maybe I took things pretty easily..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came to know through a friend 1 day before the last day for applying for BMM that only Xaviers and SIES were left who were conducting their entrances late and decided I had much more chance of getting BMM in SIES than Xaviers(obviously) and got through..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is... never decided my life... everything just kept happening... If not BMM would have been doing B.Sc in Khalsa... but I know... god has written many other surprises in my life.. so now wanaa relax and let go of the steering wheel... the road will guide me home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-114322707374757163?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/114322707374757163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=114322707374757163' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114322707374757163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114322707374757163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/03/school-days2-future.html' title='School days......2....... future'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-114309092032570104</id><published>2006-03-22T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T09:41:45.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malamaal Weekly</title><content type='html'>Paresh Rawal, Om Puri, Asrani, Ritiesh Deshmukh, Shakti Kapoor etc... No, I'm not listing the character line-up for you, instead I'm telling you how they were queued and dragged up behind Sudha Chandran's old side three wheeler equipped Bullet bike. Clearly the most hillarious scene in the movie the flick was aimed at the multiplexes and was a total time-pass one. Priyadarshan once again rocked the place but was again repititive in chalking out the climax and somehow Ram Gopal Verma and Priyadarshan are just not making the movies seem different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flick has Paresh Rawal realising that someone in his village has won the lottery of One crore rupees and so he collects back the tickets... but Anthony the one who wins the lottery in the villagae dies out of happiness.. and then the scramble for money starts making matters complex as in every other Priyadarshan flick.  Rajpal Yadav at usual at his best and Paresh Rawal carry the movie with ease and the  story is strong enough to keep the crowd interested till the credits whoosh by.&lt;br /&gt;In all a flick with a bit of everything and even an item song for the interested. A must movie if you are checking it out in the vacations. Keep laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-114309092032570104?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/114309092032570104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=114309092032570104' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114309092032570104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114309092032570104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/03/malamaal-weekly.html' title='Malamaal Weekly'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-114286469160214921</id><published>2006-03-20T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T05:02:29.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacations!</title><content type='html'>Yea, the exams are gone and the vacations are here.. but lots of people are trying for internships and everybody will have to work hard in these vacations but still yaar, its a new experience and its fun.&lt;br /&gt;I had decided will write about my exams only after the papers end. So here it is,the papers were nice and were as I had expected them to be but the marketing paper and the psychology paper were not practical at all! marketing had total bookish approach with no case studies. same was the case with psychology.. I had expected better... anyways I will score real low because I have more practical knowledge on the 4 P's and it might not work...&lt;br /&gt;In short all papers were ok and now expecting to work in any company and gain some first-hand experience. Basically wanna earn some pocket money!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a movie today-BROKEBACK MOUNTAINS with friends and had fun..(except for the movie).&lt;br /&gt;I thought comments from my friend sitting besides me were 10 times better than the dialogues in the flick... The only thing I liked about the movie was thousands of sheep walking along the brokeback mountains...fantabulous. The locations were super.The movie though is a big NO-NO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then also went around hunting for a gaming CD and we realised capaholic was fishing for caps in the end rather than SOCCER 06. Saw nice girls and foreigners and kept walking along deeper into VT and saw some amazing antiques and really good bazaars (apparently for girls) along the way.. really throw away prices..thats super kewl in my book..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SHOPPING AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-114286469160214921?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/114286469160214921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=114286469160214921' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114286469160214921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114286469160214921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/03/vacations.html' title='Vacations!'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-114268017778437399</id><published>2006-03-18T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T04:55:22.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riots in Navi-Mumbai!</title><content type='html'>oh.. how much I had waited for something like this to happen near me... something huge that comes in the news and shows the power of Navi-Mumbai.. but not this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently on Holi two groups clashed in Ghansoli on some issue(ain't clear yet thanks to rumours) and their fight erupted into a real big one after Holi celebrations and the angry mob burnt tow tankers and a couple of cars also pelting stones on the police.&lt;br /&gt;The police surrounded from all sides by an angry mob of around 5000 people(ain't exaggerating-its true) had to fire in the air and also at some people who got really close to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the Agri grp and the Mathadi grp both belonging to the NCP have fought so badly that they have destroyed property worth lakhs!&lt;br /&gt;the situation is still not under control and has spread to many areas including Nerul, CBD Belapur and Panvel. Vashi being the hub of business and mainly Navi-Mumbai's main financial area is under attack too.&lt;br /&gt;I had thought this would be fun but when i saw the stuff they did to a bus and police station in Nerul i just realised the potential threat in the hands of these politicians...&lt;br /&gt;and as this was a big oppurtunity to overturn a popular government in Vashi and nearby areas the politicians jumped in encouraging the crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the situation has gotten out of control and all the markets are closed down. the last oppurtunity and the most effective in this situation a curfew is due and I hope evrything gets back to normal by Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U have no idea how terrifying it is... It ain't as someone suggested to me today..&lt;br /&gt;It's not a game where u go out on the road and play Kabaddi with the mob... its serious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys this is why India is well..ummm err.. India!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray for a truce really fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-114268017778437399?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/114268017778437399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=114268017778437399' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114268017778437399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114268017778437399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/03/riots-in-navi-mumbai.html' title='Riots in Navi-Mumbai!'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-114234589595363459</id><published>2006-03-14T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T00:47:20.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why America signed the Nuclear deal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Bush wanted a holiday so he chalks out a big strategy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a triple threat plan... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;nail the Indians on the mat by getting their nuclear info&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; get some problems from other countries like PAK,AUS, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Get a nice vacation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So how does he go about it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember, he has to convince America's congress that he's doing the right thing by managing a Nuclear deal with the country which is very influential ont he economy of the US.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So he arrives in India and the talks start, Indians take it as a golden oppurtunity to advance in terms of nuclear programmes and use more of nuclear energy in near future. India are aware that this also means they have to separate the Defence nuclear programmes and the commercial nuclear programmes by 2010.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;America think that if India start using nuclear fuel then,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;India have to buy expensive fuel from Australia, Aus have 40% of the nuclear fuel in the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;India will definitely relieve some pressure on the ongoing fuel demand, where the demand is more than the supply and the prices are going to soar to 70$ per barrel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;India will evoke jealousy from Pakistan(who are already jealous wid Dhoni's hairstlye).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So America get a peep into India's nuclear resources and they get a lifetime free vacation for Jr.G.W.Bush.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-114234589595363459?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-114210535812512615</id><published>2006-03-11T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T06:29:03.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to the politicians..</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO(absolutely NO) comments are required from anonymous people on this article...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nerds might refer to the RED herring prospectus...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let us start now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apparently saw Rang de basanti again...you might be wondering that exams are a day away and this dude is watching movies dhan-a-dhan..dhan...dhan.. wateva'. the sole reason is that the movie is stored on my comp and I keep listening to the songs wid the videos to keep myself busy(obviously when am  studying). its 1 in the morning and i think i ain't gonna study pol science now. so as i've already watched the movie 6 times this time i actually noticed some flaws..yea had time to notice them..not big bloopers though...hota hai..bolywood mein...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if the guy is bearing the brunt of SIMON coming to AMRITSAR why is HE still there?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the guy here is the firangee girl's father' father(behen di takki)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if he is in delhi chasing Chandrashekhar Azad what is he doing post Jalianwala Bagh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if the guy is in amritsar how is he torturing the people in jail?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when the hindu muslim guys get ripped off by a grenade why doesn't the wooden door shatter?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if the wooden door doesn't shatter how do nails and sharpenels pierce them?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the girl(behen di takki) makes a documentary..uska kya? she settles in india.. documentary humko dikhayegi kya?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as in we've already seen MANGAL PANDEY sister!! we've had enough!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thats it i think! pretty good concept though.. movie HIT hai boss...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hope it inspires some politicians to resign(in ur dreams!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apparently BUSH decided that he wanted to get pampered.. so he came to India signed a deal that would benfit him more than us.. has made AUSSIES think abt givin us URANIUM at unbelievable prices(unbelievable=exhorbitant). and left.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then he decides he needs more pampers..ooops pampering.. so he goes to PAK...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as usual MUSH licks BUSH...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thats about it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;god bless u&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and ya.. what are u waiting for?the red herring prospectus ain't here u NERD!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-114210535812512615?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/114210535812512615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=114210535812512615' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114210535812512615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114210535812512615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/03/dedicated-to-politicians.html' title='Dedicated to the politicians..'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-114146358446663563</id><published>2006-03-04T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T07:11:35.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as it is...why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why does the world go round?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why do we have to go work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why doesn't the sky touch the ground?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why do we have to do as they say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why do we have to behave as they do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why can't we have our own say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why does the sun shine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why does the cock whine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why-o-Why can't we turn back time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;If u answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;these crazy works of Life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;you will realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;LIFE as it is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-114146358446663563?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/114146358446663563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=114146358446663563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114146358446663563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114146358446663563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/03/life-as-it-iswhy.html' title='Life as it is...why?'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-114104084275109965</id><published>2006-02-27T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T07:19:59.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this VJing?</title><content type='html'>Don't know how to go on writing about this article, but I hope I get some encouragement on this, though I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Saw this Ad on Vindia &lt;a href="http://www.vindia.com"&gt;http://www.vindia.com&lt;/a&gt; and thought that I'll just check this out. Saw really good looking girls and popular Channel V VJ's in really skimpy clothes. I was frustrated a little on seeing this. Is this what is left for the future? I mean TV shows should have better talking skills rather than stripping off amost everything..These girls are nowhere near to what Cyrus broach or other like Ranveer and Nikhil Chinappa are. This article required some courage because a lot will not agree that Mandira Bedi too went a little too far during the cricket world cup 2004. Did she have enough knowledge to talk about the game to the whole Indian audience? that too for the world cup? Many people watched Extra Innings... for a variety of wrong reasons and they couldn't be stopped because they were just listening to the critics about the game.. Is this the future?? &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/200/vj%20pia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-114104084275109965?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/114104084275109965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=114104084275109965' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114104084275109965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114104084275109965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/02/is-this-vjing.html' title='Is this VJing?'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-114103944831802473</id><published>2006-02-27T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T08:51:22.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world of future</title><content type='html'>everything is getting leaner,&lt;br /&gt;everyone is getting meaner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is getting expensive,&lt;br /&gt;people are taken for granted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humanity is decreasing,&lt;br /&gt;people are freezing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is getting leaner,&lt;br /&gt;everyone is getting meaner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people die with great pomp and show,&lt;br /&gt;still no one cares about the dying crow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so less is transparency,&lt;br /&gt;everyone is naked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is getting leaner,&lt;br /&gt;everyone is getting meaner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendship is just a mutual tie-up,&lt;br /&gt;brothers are breaking up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;families are getting nano,&lt;br /&gt;children are fast and professional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the world we dreamt of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is getting leaner,&lt;br /&gt;everyone is getting meaner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-114103944831802473?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/114103944831802473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=114103944831802473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114103944831802473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114103944831802473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/02/world-of-future.html' title='The world of future'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-114088630581275092</id><published>2006-02-25T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T08:51:45.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW blog dedicated to my passion for cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://carometer.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://carometer.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-114088630581275092?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/114088630581275092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=114088630581275092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/1600/me%20lavi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/320/me%20lavi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my pic taken by Swapnil at Yash's place....stylish eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-114060097663284373?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/114060097663284373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=114060097663284373' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114060097663284373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114060097663284373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/02/me-moi-myself.html' title='Me, moi, myself'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-114060046601385494</id><published>2006-02-22T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T07:13:56.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IRA my darling neice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/1600/Ira%20pix.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/320/Ira%20pix.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/1600/iru9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/320/iru9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/1600/Piciru%2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/320/Piciru%2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't she sweet?????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-114060046601385494?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/114060046601385494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=114060046601385494' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114060046601385494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114060046601385494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/02/ira-my-darling-neice.html' title='IRA my darling neice'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-114059725939239167</id><published>2006-02-22T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T07:27:55.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ME.. CRIBBER?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wanted to bitch about.. or rather dog about certain things.. please bear with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bloody don't &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; why am using bullets but want to keep out Mr.Chintan Ruparel and a certain Mr. Rohit Balan out of this from claiming that the point system is their style of writing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don't wanna study, ot in a mood.. last year at this time was banging my head in frustration about HSC exams and happy it's finaaly over but not yet got into the groove of preparing for my second sem exams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;am listening to EVANASCENCE-bring to me life and getting inspired to write more.. bloody addictive songs... my taste is changing from dance number to head banging numbers.. the BMM effect i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;am bored of reading the 10 ton marketing book and i think i should rather wait for someone like MJ to prepare notes and write stuff and put it on the blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;life is so boring if there's no college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blogging is becoming a part of my daily routine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;another part of my daily routine is to play CS-sondition zero and just murder the frags, kill kill kill... just ain't enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i think i must have killed over 4000 over the past 4 months.. thats good for a rookie considering i play 4 bots in each side to beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my friend's got an old matiz as a gift from his grandpa and he's just got his license... he's giving me a compulsory free ride.. might be my last article..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;music is good yaar.. listening to heaven by DJ sammy.. lovely track guys..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my dad wants me to increase my height by a couple of inches before letting me join a gym... most of my paltry has started hanging out in gyms.. so crucifyingly irritating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my cell does not have radio... can't enjoy quality music also.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thinking of going on the terrace and peeking into other's homes.. but i feel guity after doing that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just got news my neice is ill... she's the cutest darling i have ever met and according to my sis she's 2 months ahead (as in learning fast to walk,talk etc.) than other kids... these 21st century kids i tell u....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'll put in a pic 4 u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm bored of elaborating on these points....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rang de basanti is a gud movie and roobaroo is the best song... my neice loves the song too... she sings aaaaaeeee chaaaaaaalaaa   after the guy... aye saalaaaa.... cute man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my mouse is rather bad.. wanted to buy a sasta samsung optical mosue.. got it for 400 and its showing.. the buttons all are all screwed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;want a better PC.. this is so crucifyingly slow......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if u read further down u will find more of such RUBBISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm bored of telling my friends to cal me to mulund when they are hanging out.. still get ignored.. bloody no one cald me on tuesday not even mihir....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by the way the guy is good.. saaala keeps standing up for everyone....innocent fool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;want to write about some more things but.. jaane de.. so i'll end here....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by the way my shower is screwed and some soap went into my eye...indicated i'm gonn have a really bad day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;saala the LAN connection just got cut... sify sucks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here's my cute neice for u.. u deserve to look at her cute pic after so much of torcher..&lt;/span&gt;&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/21587669-114059725939239167?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/114059725939239167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=114059725939239167' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114059725939239167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114059725939239167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/02/me-cribber.html' title='ME.. CRIBBER?'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-114051730601782812</id><published>2006-02-21T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T02:21:46.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>an after thought....</title><content type='html'>the story was of friendship and how jealousy affects friendship&lt;br /&gt;there were a few things special about the story&lt;br /&gt;1. the story had conversations and narrations, nothing else&lt;br /&gt;2. the story is true but it has my version and a lil bit of added things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE THIRD special POINT lies in the story...&lt;br /&gt;it is for the reader to figure out..&lt;br /&gt;try and side out the special thing abt it&lt;br /&gt;(hint: Inspired from 2 marathi families)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-114051730601782812?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/114051730601782812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=114051730601782812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114051730601782812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114051730601782812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/02/after-thought.html' title='an after thought....'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-114051692676115240</id><published>2006-02-21T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T19:20:36.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1+1=11  (part 3)</title><content type='html'>Litap keeps his promise to his Bhabhi and gives her a loan of 2 lacs, but doesn't let Hkumhsed know who the financer was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy starts with analysing emeralds and sapphires.... and slowly begins to provide his family with money...&lt;br /&gt;He establishes a name in the market and people start trusting his skill... He starts polishing diamonds, cuts them and sells them.. within 3 to 4 years he becomes able enough to open his own jewellery store.. He becomes responsible and also stops drinking because he becomes free of his worries... His family rises from Rags to Riches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he still doesn't hold a good opinion about Litap, he always thinks that Litap was a foe in the disguise of a friend and they still move away from each other in social circuits and parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile Litap goes down a bit and his lifestyle changes, he remains well enough due to his heridated wealth but his own identity was in danger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I think it is time I told you about Litap."&lt;br /&gt;"Eh... what about him?"&lt;br /&gt;"He has been good to us all along and you've never even cared to enquire about them. A friend in need is a friend indeed."&lt;br /&gt;" Ah so now he needs my help and he's approaching me from you? Do i need to learn morals from you?"&lt;br /&gt;" No you don't need to, but he's been with us all along and he loves Ithknap and Nahor too.. Atleast now you should not be jealous of him."&lt;br /&gt;"Jealous? Who's jealous?"&lt;br /&gt;"It was him who helped us in the first place..."&lt;br /&gt;"Help? are you telling me he's helped us? What did he do for us? gone aound telling everyone that I was good for nothing? Taunted me for not working? For laughing behind my back? Is that what you call help?"&lt;br /&gt;"No...   .... ... He ...errr...No.. I've got to say it now.... He was the one who helped us in our time of need... He was the Financer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hkumhsed was shocked and for a few days he didn't want to show his face to anyone. He was too embarassed to face Litap. But eventually he did and then he also helped his friend whole heartedly....They both teamed up and did business together and now are the leading families in the town...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-114051692676115240?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/114051692676115240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=114051692676115240' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114051692676115240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114051692676115240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/02/1111-part-3.html' title='1+1=11  (part 3)'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21587669.post-114051521386687827</id><published>2006-02-21T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T02:16:51.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1+1=11  (part 2)</title><content type='html'>"Please help me, I don't know what to do with him. My hands have gone sore cooking Rotis whole day and still the income is just enough to keep us alive. I'm disgusted with this man, he does nothing the whole day and at night wants me to give him my day's income so that he can go and get his wine. When will our worries end? I've lost hope totally and I don't know what to do. Itknap and Nahor have no future, their school fees is due and I don't think they will be allowed to give exams this year. I think suicide will be the best option for me didi."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry God will take care of everything," wipes her tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then Litap walks in and sees tears in the eyes of his Bhabhi. He loves his Bhabhi and respects her as he knows what she has gone through and how strong a woman she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why dont you ask him to start something? He is an able man and still doesn't wanna do anything, what reason does he give?"&lt;br /&gt;"He says I don't want to work under anyone and after that he always get disgusted and walks out of the house. In the morning he repents misbehaving with his family and apologises but to repeat the same later in the day. What should I do now Litap ji? I'm in despair, Ive come to you to pull me out of this quicksand..."&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you ask him what he likes? Or what he wants to do independently? Rather than waste his time in thinking he can make a quick buck let him do something that interests him."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes but where will the finance come from anyway to start something? We are in ruins Litap ji"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you worry Bhabhiji I will finance your husband but only if he comes up with something good this time, I promise."&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you Litap ji, maybe there is light at the end of this tunnel for us, I will ask him tonight if he wants to do something, I' leave now, kids must have come home. Thank you again Litap ji, you are the only one who understands my state."&lt;br /&gt;"Its ok Bhabhiji, I'm also worried about Itknap and Nahor, they must continue studying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night she prepared herself to talk to Hkumhsed and also decided that she will do something about this sorry situation she was in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aoy, Give me some money!"&lt;br /&gt;"So what work do you want to do?"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't act smart, you can't get over this topic, can you?"&lt;br /&gt;"NO! Today I want an answer! I'm frustrated with this life and I want it to end now."&lt;br /&gt;"aaaahhh, these women... I have told you the market will go up this week, maybe we can do something about it.."&lt;br /&gt;"NO, I want an answer today or you get nothing, you want to work independently don't you? I've got a financer."&lt;br /&gt;I want to work, I have so many ideas in my mind, I want to start a jewellery shop but this will take too much finance, where will you arrange that from? Have you taken to prostitution?"&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up! And mind your tongue you drunkard, I'm doing this for my kids, Hail Unhsiv!"&lt;br /&gt;" So who's going to finance me? I'm already in debts.."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't u care, but are you willing to devote your time to work hard?"&lt;br /&gt;"ya ya now give me some money!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the current situation of almost all households in small towns.. the wife has to bear it all for the husband, because she is nothing without her husband. Divorces here are rare and seldom talked about.. they would rather die than divorce. Here a rich friend is helping his friend and his Bhabhi to manage terms with life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21587669-114051521386687827?l=goldeninnereye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/feeds/114051521386687827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21587669&amp;postID=114051521386687827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114051521386687827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21587669/posts/default/114051521386687827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldeninnereye.blogspot.com/2006/02/1111-part-2.html' title='1+1=11  (part 2)'/><author><name>punjabi~car~freak!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15149018397305806957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1504/2185/400/santro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
