<?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-6556000463507050323</id><updated>2012-02-12T19:16:08.942+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me please</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is what happens to you, when you are busy making other plans. - John Lennon.

Life is what happens to you, when you are not taking dump literally and figuratively. - Nirmal 22:11</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-7649840356726718439</id><published>2010-02-04T12:18:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-04T12:27:47.932+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just another day... in my life 2</title><content type='html'>Today was kinda hectic. Waking up late, my friend texts me that we are suppose to submit an assignment today first hour. Taking a bath and getting ready I rush up to my friend’s room. I was totally lost on whose room I left my shoes after Pongal celebrations in our college. BTW, my class bagged all the events. Now with the missing shoes I decided to write the assignment. Then another friend told that its in his room. [I’M LIVING IN A SHITHOLE OF A ROOM IN MY COLLEGE HOSTEL] One problem solved. We finish the assignment in a hurry and we reached college just in time.&lt;br /&gt;That damn faculty of us didn’t even bother to ask about the assignment. Then he went on with his usually ridiculously dumb method of taking class. Then outta no where, he dropped this question. Why does English language has two types of script? Capital and small letters. We really dint know how to answer that. I was still thinking how this has any relevance to Operations management. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one of my class-mate, decided to answer that. He was sleeping till then and he dint have clue on what was going on. He said, “Sir capital letter is used for the first letter of a word” My God that’s the discovery of the century. That just made my day. Here below are some pictures taken on Pongal celebrations in my college. I have to submit an article for our newsletter by tomorrow I haven’t started it yet... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/S2pu4JZbZqI/AAAAAAAAANI/Uw1NiB9gYKk/s1600-h/DSC00618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/S2pu4JZbZqI/AAAAAAAAANI/Uw1NiB9gYKk/s200/DSC00618.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434277811250226850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/S2pvWFRx05I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rBxRL5rGtMc/s1600-h/Image1162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/S2pvWFRx05I/AAAAAAAAANQ/rBxRL5rGtMc/s200/Image1162.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434278325540475794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/S2pvnnAQBmI/AAAAAAAAANY/R8c8Dwgdqic/s1600-h/Image1297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/S2pvnnAQBmI/AAAAAAAAANY/R8c8Dwgdqic/s200/Image1297.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434278626651539042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-7649840356726718439?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/7649840356726718439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=7649840356726718439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/7649840356726718439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/7649840356726718439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-another-day-in-my-life-2.html' title='Just another day... in my life 2'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/S2pu4JZbZqI/AAAAAAAAANI/Uw1NiB9gYKk/s72-c/DSC00618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-2338411142646194669</id><published>2010-01-29T14:48:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-01T10:56:23.185+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just another day... in my life</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to write a post for a few days. I think I lost my mojo, dunno what the heck to write. Then I had this idea. I’m gonna tell you what happened on Friday last week. We as in me and my friends went to the Kongu University for a Management Fest. It’s almost a one and half hour drive from Coimbatore. We took to our bikes and headed on a road trip on a chilly weather at 7 am. We had to take like four pit stops in between coz we were driving like hell and our fingers went numb in cold and wind. Stop to having hot coffee, that was a given. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached there by 9 am. Boy those people really know how to manage time. The event was supposed to start by 9 and they were only late by what just 2 hours. It was eleven on the dot when they started. I was in the marketing game. Nearly 25 teams were competing with us.  We cleared the first round. It was a written round; we were on top of the list. Next was a visual round, they would show some pictures of business men and brand ambassadors and were asked to identify them and the product they endorse. There was one team who put on their ‘I don’t know what the fuck I’m thinking’ hat and identified Vidya Balan as Rani Mukherjee.  Those guys just made my day. Come on what kinda Dude wouldn’t be able to tell the difference from Vidya and Rani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we progressed from one round to another managing to be on top till the finals. Finals we came to know of other people’s product. They said creativity plays a key role. Our thing was jewels and our product was jewels with hidden cam, GPS and stuff. Guess what other teams made water proof watch like that wasn’t existing  for ages, CRT tube laptop [Boy I thought CRT tubes were obsolete even before 50 years] I think he did his BE in mannar &amp; co Engg. College. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the judges screwed them to the core. There we sat confidently of bagging the first prize and guess what we dint get any not even third. If the results were going to be fixed up, then why the hell invite other colleges. I mean why waste our time, energy, petrol and money. But at the end of the day  we had us. Friends taking a road trip, driving on the high way, stoping at deserted coffee shops, spending a day in activities, I would say that was FUN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-2338411142646194669?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/2338411142646194669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=2338411142646194669' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/2338411142646194669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/2338411142646194669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-another-day-in-my-life.html' title='Just another day... in my life'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-5578446606872279720</id><published>2010-01-29T14:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-29T14:32:48.508+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Taking of Pelham 1 2 3 [2009]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/S2KkJR47WxI/AAAAAAAAANA/zENnfFUAHpE/s1600-h/2009_the_taking_of_pelham_123_wall_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/S2KkJR47WxI/AAAAAAAAANA/zENnfFUAHpE/s200/2009_the_taking_of_pelham_123_wall_002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432084579890191122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Crime/Action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director: Tony Scott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast: Denzel Washington, John Travolta, James Gandolfini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plot:  A Subway Train is hijacked and people are held hostage. Hijackers demand ransom. What is their ulterior motive? Do they get away with this? That’s the story.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Denzel and Tony Scott join hand in yet another tense block buster. The Deadly Duo gave movies like Man on fire, Déjà Vu and Crimson Tide, was the cause of much hype for this thriller. The movie fell short to the expectations of the movie buffs.&lt;br /&gt;The original released in 1974 by the same name was adapted from John Godey’s best seller. It was a first-rate heist movie with a classy end.  The thing I love about remakes is that they share only the core. They have a different plot and different characterization that keeps you in the edge of the seat.&lt;br /&gt;Denzel Washington [Walter Garber] gave an indelible performance as a train dispatcher alleged of taking bribe in some sort of train contract. I seriously think John Travolta [Ryder] should take lessons for swearing from Al Pacino. Apart from that, Travolta did a decent job as a demented, not afraid to die Hijacker.    &lt;br /&gt;I loved this conversation between Garber and Ryder.&lt;br /&gt;Garber -She was unhappy but she understood.&lt;br /&gt;Ryder - Well, that’s love right? &lt;br /&gt;Garber -No that’s marriage. That’s a different thing.&lt;br /&gt; The movie is a fast pace thriller ending up in the usual face off between the good guy and the bad guy. It has excess of what is required in a crime movie but it is shadowed by fast pace and presence of Denzel and Travolta. This is a perfect entertainer; I would recommend this movie, provided you haven’t watched the original.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-5578446606872279720?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/5578446606872279720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=5578446606872279720' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/5578446606872279720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/5578446606872279720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2010/01/taking-of-pelham-1-2-3-2009.html' title='The Taking of Pelham 1 2 3 [2009]'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/S2KkJR47WxI/AAAAAAAAANA/zENnfFUAHpE/s72-c/2009_the_taking_of_pelham_123_wall_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-4093468449797089940</id><published>2010-01-20T09:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:11:49.707+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I’m never gonna get a girl friend!!!</title><content type='html'>Like every other tom dick and harry I want a girl friend too...  I mean just one girl, fall in love with her, marry her and have kids. That thing ain’t gonna happen. See, I’m friendly funny and stuff but never the conversation initiator. &lt;br /&gt;What made me write this? Today I took a train from Chennai to Coimbatore. Usually its grannies or men who give me company. First time in my damn history of bad luck, I had a girl sitting right next to me. This girl was my type. She was homely. She was a nonstop chatterbox; mind you she wasn’t talking to me. She was talking to her friend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she was looking so pretty and here I was... pondering how to start the conversation. Half an hour passed by, am still sitting there not saying a word. By now it’s even weird to say ‘hi’. Come on face it. I been sitting there with her for more than 30 minutes and say ‘Hi’ outta no where... Not such a good idea.  &lt;br /&gt;Then a guy about 35 years got on train and sat opposite to me. For a while, I thought the years of bad luck were finally over. This guy had to come up and remind me, it’s gonna stay. Then he called someone and asked what was he listening too. Then called someone else and asked the same question this time it was an MCQ. He gave choices. Option a – Vettaikaran Option b – Ayan. This was getting odd. Then to top it he sang a song, guess which one? From the TATA DOCOMO ad. I like it too but you gotta face the facts. Nobody in the train is gonna get the lead and join him. We just ignored him. He calmed himself after awhile. Now why are we talking about this guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour passed by still not a word spoken. I mustered up some courage and asked her. “Are you going to Coimbatore?” She said, “yes” Me, “I m going there too... If I don’t wake up, could you wake me?” She had a really cute smile now, “Okay...”  Now I gave a perfect imitation of Ross trying to say something, anything to Denise Richards. Boy that was awkward. With nothing I could think of to say I got on my upper birth turned on my mp3 player and.... dozed off....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-4093468449797089940?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/4093468449797089940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=4093468449797089940' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/4093468449797089940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/4093468449797089940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-never-gonna-get-girl-friend.html' title='I’m never gonna get a girl friend!!!'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-8042764545555099012</id><published>2009-12-09T08:23:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-11T08:28:05.764+05:30</updated><title type='text'>DOOMSDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/Sx8R4XcEaPI/AAAAAAAAAM4/dFah9B_JsLw/s1600-h/doomsday_ver4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/Sx8R4XcEaPI/AAAAAAAAAM4/dFah9B_JsLw/s200/doomsday_ver4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413064937184717042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been hearing about this lately. Especially after Ronald Emmerich’s 2012, made people who weren’t previously aware of the supposedly impending doomsday blabber on this subject.  I mean, just consider some of these theories. Like the Mayan calendar, what if it ends with Dec 21? Big Deal!!  It’s not even in the same league as the 2009 playboy calendar ending come December. Bye, Bye Miss. July I‘m gonna miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t decide the fate of a gazillion year old planet on some stupid calendar. Probably the poor chap got bored or got a girl friend to work on instead.&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear about the shifting of magnetic poles?  That’s what I call one hundred percent full on bull crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these lame theories, if you are up for another pathetic hypothesis read along. This might actually work. From this day I’m gonna stop brushing my teeth and refrain from any sort of bathing activity. No, No the world won’t come to an end... No not yet. It is a gradual step-wise kaizen process. This is where I show I do MBA. In a month’s time my poor roomy would be the first one of many to go. May his soul, rest in peace. Possibly in the next six months, the whole of hostel will succumb to mother of all plagues, a plague so worse even rats would despise. By the end of the year it would be whole of South India. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, its only a matter of time,it’s gonna wipe out life from the face of this earth. I’m not saying it’s possible but it’s probable.... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-8042764545555099012?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/8042764545555099012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=8042764545555099012' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/8042764545555099012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/8042764545555099012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/12/doomsday.html' title='DOOMSDAY'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/Sx8R4XcEaPI/AAAAAAAAAM4/dFah9B_JsLw/s72-c/doomsday_ver4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-7014517162721082235</id><published>2009-12-02T09:48:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:11:12.248+05:30</updated><title type='text'>One night @ the railway station</title><content type='html'>It was nearing 9 in the night.The breeze was soothing as usaul in coimbature. The three chapathi's I had for dinner would do the trick, I strolled down the railway junction. It wasnt crowded as I expected, may be its because I was there a bit early, by an hour. Dont know what came over me, I started singing angel by Aerosmith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone, I dont think I can face that, I m in tears and the crying that I m doing is for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a couple of giggles, I turned around to a bunch of college girls heading home for the weekend. Someone made a comment and they were giggling at me. Come on, if you didnt know Steven tyler,you are missing something. i'm the one who should be laughing at you people. This little incident dint stop me, I sat on a bench and continued with the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this foreigner and her cute may be what 6 or 7 year old daughter. They dressed same, the bags they were carrying were same except the size. This little girl walked past me and she came back, looked at me straight in the eye. She gave a smirk. Whats with these people today? Does anybody in the world know this song. Damn, we are talking about aerosmith here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me stop singing. I know I'm not even a mile around Steven Tyler, but I'm not that bad either.An elderly couple walked past me and said that a little too loud for me to hear. Now I know why they were giggling. Its not Steven, its me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what have you got a year or two? I have a whole life ahead" I mumbled feebly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SxXrEr-pIkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/PP_6tCw4Z7I/s1600-h/DSC00590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SxXrEr-pIkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/PP_6tCw4Z7I/s200/DSC00590.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410488993112990274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened during the peak of Swine flu. Never got around to post it though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-7014517162721082235?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/7014517162721082235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=7014517162721082235' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/7014517162721082235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/7014517162721082235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-night-railway-station.html' title='One night @ the railway station'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SxXrEr-pIkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/PP_6tCw4Z7I/s72-c/DSC00590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-4144300716021741179</id><published>2009-11-03T08:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:55:03.247+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How to increase PR of your blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/Su-a8jc-7kI/AAAAAAAAAMo/OuHMA5ht6fU/s1600-h/prgoogle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/Su-a8jc-7kI/AAAAAAAAAMo/OuHMA5ht6fU/s200/prgoogle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399704843340148290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This PR thing is in the mind of almost every blogger. How do we increase it? That’s the question. I’m gonna help you in this regard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that let’s know what’s the significance of PR [Page Rank]. It’s a parameter set by Google, which indicates the popularity of a blog. They have a really messed up formula for calculating PR, and we are not get into details. If you still wanna know how it is done, then Google it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna tell you two methods to improve your PR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First start writing really really good stuff in your blog. Now what you do is, go make some comment on few blogs, good ones. This will attract that blogger and also his followers. If he likes your blog, he will follow you. Most of the bloggers have a tool that gives links of all the blog he follows, in his blog. Your PR depends on the number of those external links to your blog. Also with increasing page hits, your PR will increase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second is an easy method. My friend did this and he got his reward. His PR is 2 right now. What you do is, search for all PR 2 and above blogs. Get the blogger’s mail id from profile, mail him and request him to add your link in his blog. This method is crappy but works like a charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a PR 2, I can be your first guy. Contact me if you wanna get back-links to your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieus....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-4144300716021741179?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/4144300716021741179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=4144300716021741179' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/4144300716021741179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/4144300716021741179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-pr-thing-is-in-mind-of-almost.html' title='How to increase PR of your blog'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/Su-a8jc-7kI/AAAAAAAAAMo/OuHMA5ht6fU/s72-c/prgoogle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-3388217852297236420</id><published>2009-10-31T11:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:00:11.100+05:30</updated><title type='text'>DIRECT TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SuvY8WXSWBI/AAAAAAAAAMg/7CxgXN5aAC8/s1600-h/direct-tv+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SuvY8WXSWBI/AAAAAAAAAMg/7CxgXN5aAC8/s200/direct-tv+logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398647109640673298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting bored with your cable TV?  Are you discontented with your cable service?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to switch to &lt;a href="http://www.directsattv.com/directv/packages.html"&gt;DIRECTV service&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They provide with &lt;a href="http://www.directsattv.com/directv/packages.html"&gt;excellent packages&lt;/a&gt; at astonishing prices. You can get the &lt;a href="http://www.directsattv.com/directv/packages.html"&gt;package&lt;/a&gt; which suits you well. You can take sports, movies, news and other &lt;a href="http://www.directsattv.com/directv/"&gt;direct TV channels&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lowest package is $29.99 which offers 150+ channels and 52 radio channels. They also provide HD-DVR service with free DVR receiver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gonna bore your self with cable tv or switch to &lt;a href="http://www.directsattv.com/directv/packages.html"&gt;Directv Television&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-3388217852297236420?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/3388217852297236420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=3388217852297236420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/3388217852297236420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/3388217852297236420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/10/direct-tv.html' title='DIRECT TV'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SuvY8WXSWBI/AAAAAAAAAMg/7CxgXN5aAC8/s72-c/direct-tv+logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-2572155675393109937</id><published>2009-10-31T11:47:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:54:48.025+05:30</updated><title type='text'>CHEAP SEATS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SuvW3iUlCAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/gPQPIGc-2m0/s1600-h/logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 50px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SuvW3iUlCAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/gPQPIGc-2m0/s200/logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398644827927939074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SuvWwJ2U_NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5JjzVZ-jjek/s1600-h/Greek%2BTheatre%2Bgreek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SuvWwJ2U_NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5JjzVZ-jjek/s200/Greek%2BTheatre%2Bgreek.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398644701099523282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for a website where you can book &lt;a href="http://www.acheapseat.com"&gt;cheap tickets&lt;/a&gt; for football, hockey, and baseball, your search ends here. 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If you are a jets fan, you can buy the &lt;a href="http://www.acheapseat.com/new_york_jets_tickets.html"&gt;New York jets&lt;/a&gt; NFL tickets at lowest possible price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SuvXApgL8_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3dpPEOeGMDM/s1600-h/new-york-jets-steroids-194x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SuvXApgL8_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3dpPEOeGMDM/s200/new-york-jets-steroids-194x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398644984474498034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SuvXNZm_UQI/AAAAAAAAAMY/68gA9RkFJTI/s1600-h/new%2520york%2520giants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SuvXNZm_UQI/AAAAAAAAAMY/68gA9RkFJTI/s200/new%2520york%2520giants.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398645203546362114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-2572155675393109937?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/2572155675393109937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=2572155675393109937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/2572155675393109937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/2572155675393109937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/10/cheap-seats.html' title='CHEAP SEATS!!!'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SuvW3iUlCAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/gPQPIGc-2m0/s72-c/logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-6816298826526040316</id><published>2009-10-16T17:58:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-16T18:11:49.321+05:30</updated><title type='text'>GOLD COINS GAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SthnVs6vcFI/AAAAAAAAALo/fa2CYtqWnDg/s1600-h/saint_gauden-01-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SthnVs6vcFI/AAAAAAAAALo/fa2CYtqWnDg/s200/saint_gauden-01-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393174176308621394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SthnPy4NbDI/AAAAAAAAALg/zAa4QHd727I/s1600-h/2-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 80px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SthnPy4NbDI/AAAAAAAAALg/zAa4QHd727I/s200/2-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393174074829401138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for all the folks who are interested in knowing anything and everything about &lt;a href="http://www.goldcoinsgain.com"&gt;GOLD&lt;/a&gt;. 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You buy gold one day and sell it on the next day, you can earn a considerable amount of profit... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is, you can choose the &lt;a href="http://www.goldcoinsgain.com/gold-bullion-coins"&gt;GOLD BULLIONS&lt;/a&gt; you wanna buy, a few of them are given here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/Stho5bZkFuI/AAAAAAAAALw/N1bQEPl-8O8/s1600-h/canadian-maple-leaf-01-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/Stho5bZkFuI/AAAAAAAAALw/N1bQEPl-8O8/s200/canadian-maple-leaf-01-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393175889592981218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SthpAP1TluI/AAAAAAAAAL4/l4lX-Q7_96s/s1600-h/american-buffalo-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SthpAP1TluI/AAAAAAAAAL4/l4lX-Q7_96s/s200/american-buffalo-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393176006747199202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have these &lt;a href="http://www.goldcoinsgain.com/gold-bullion-coins"&gt;BULLIONS&lt;/a&gt;, it would definitely make your collection impressive....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-6816298826526040316?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/6816298826526040316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=6816298826526040316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/6816298826526040316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/6816298826526040316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/10/gold-coins-gain.html' title='GOLD COINS GAIN'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SthnVs6vcFI/AAAAAAAAALo/fa2CYtqWnDg/s72-c/saint_gauden-01-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-4925725599757801464</id><published>2009-10-11T19:08:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:18:27.955+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/StHhgGSxMNI/AAAAAAAAALY/D-OqJWXN3Xw/s1600-h/(4MinutesPerDay-123)_Each_day_I_love_you_more.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/StHhgGSxMNI/AAAAAAAAALY/D-OqJWXN3Xw/s200/(4MinutesPerDay-123)_Each_day_I_love_you_more.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391338170500591826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a poem written by my friend, Sathya for his girlfriend... 5 years and still going strong, I wish them a 100 years more together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;c&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I Love…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/c&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you are,&lt;br /&gt;I love the time when you are with me&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you look as pure as god when you wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you fret when you get nervous and tense&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you sigh(hhhuuhhhh) when you are tired&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you try to control yourself when I make u laugh uncontrollably&lt;br /&gt;I love the way, you get angry with me and wait for me to say sorry&lt;br /&gt;I love the touch when I say sorry and you slap me&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you fuss with your unruly wild curly hair&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you speak Tamil although it is pathetic but incredibly funny&lt;br /&gt;I love the spark of happiness in your eyes, when I say you are beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I love the way when you keep on talking and I remain silent(Depends on my mood,of course!)&lt;br /&gt;I love those memories of our time together in college/bus/cinemas/hotels/beach etc&lt;br /&gt;I would love to see you in the white wedding gown you have told me about&lt;br /&gt;I would love wrinkles on your face when you will grow old with me&lt;br /&gt;I would love the time when we both will visit dentist in older age.&lt;br /&gt;I would love to be slapped by you even at that time&lt;br /&gt;I would love to make you laugh even after we are too old to even walk.&lt;br /&gt;I would love to be puzzled to guess your mood, if you will be with me forever&lt;br /&gt;I would love to make your eyes sparkling and smiling, whenever I will say “you are still beautiful”&lt;br /&gt;I would love to live my whole life with you&lt;br /&gt;I would love to protect you till my last breath&lt;br /&gt;I would love to love you till death beckons&lt;br /&gt;I would love to breathe my last in your arms &lt;br /&gt;Because I will not be able to live without you&lt;br /&gt;And will not allow even death to take  you away from me&lt;br /&gt;Because it`s you and only you in this world to whom I will ever say &lt;br /&gt;“I LOVE YOU “&lt;br /&gt;“I LOVE YOU”&lt;br /&gt;“I LOVE YOU”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-4925725599757801464?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/4925725599757801464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=4925725599757801464' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/4925725599757801464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/4925725599757801464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love.html' title='I LOVE'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/StHhgGSxMNI/AAAAAAAAALY/D-OqJWXN3Xw/s72-c/(4MinutesPerDay-123)_Each_day_I_love_you_more.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-683601805033544078</id><published>2009-09-28T00:38:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:42:10.262+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Relativity of time...</title><content type='html'>The morning broke out at 5.30 on Saturday, for everyone else it isn’t morning until the clock strikes 8 on weekends. We were in annaikatti. Annaikatti is the place we go for camping every three weeks. Luckily our group had yoga. Trekking was ruled out because we had that the last time. So it was either yoga or physical exercise. Thank Heavens it was yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoga, how hard is it going to be? All we had to do is sit in one place, inhale and exhale; at least that’s what I thought. But our Director had other plans. He made us walk in a path embedded with pebbles pointing out. After that piercing experience, literally and figuratively, we gathered with mats in the Yoga Hall. It wasn’t just a Yoga Hall. It was a Yoga/ Dining Hall with an attached Kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Director asked us to meditate for five minutes. Then he turned on an audio of a soothing and spiritual voice saying OM over and over again. I said to myself, it’s only five minutes, I can do this. I checked my watch, it showed 7.12. I closed my eyes and started taking deep breaths. Then I heard our Director scolding the guys who were late. A minute later it was all calm and quiet, I could hear the birds chirping, such a divine music. Too bad it was disrupted by an awful crow. An Aroma so familiar filled up the air, yes toasted bread. Yummy! We are having toasted bread for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started thinking about the next day, Sunday fun day. I started making an agenda for Sunday.  Now, for what seemed like ages, I was sure at least 15-20 minutes would have passed. With the pride of accomplishment, I opened my eyes and checked my watch. It showed 7.14..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longest two minutes of my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-683601805033544078?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/683601805033544078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=683601805033544078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/683601805033544078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/683601805033544078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/09/relativity-of-time.html' title='Relativity of time...'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-7696407185148626778</id><published>2009-09-01T13:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:44:20.637+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Am I Unfaithful...</title><content type='html'>She danced with the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Enchanting, enticing&lt;br /&gt;She was irresistable&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to reach out to her&lt;br /&gt;Touch her, Caress her&lt;br /&gt;Hold her close to me&lt;br /&gt;Am I being unfaithful?&lt;br /&gt;My Heart belongs to someone else&lt;br /&gt;I was losing my grip&lt;br /&gt;I gave in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my girl friend said with a playful laugh, "Come on stop playing with my hair"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SpzXmIVkJ_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/FAZ_slz7LSc/s1600-h/896857-xs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SpzXmIVkJ_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/FAZ_slz7LSc/s200/896857-xs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376409105246463986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-7696407185148626778?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/7696407185148626778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=7696407185148626778' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/7696407185148626778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/7696407185148626778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/09/am-i-unfaithful.html' title='Am I Unfaithful...'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SpzXmIVkJ_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/FAZ_slz7LSc/s72-c/896857-xs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-7493579326469847828</id><published>2009-08-19T16:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:28:04.883+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My TV Options…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SovapTneiQI/AAAAAAAAALI/behLrZmY3Qo/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SovapTneiQI/AAAAAAAAALI/behLrZmY3Qo/s200/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371627383744792834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved to a new place? Having trouble finding a TV service provider?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shed all your worries, here is an awesome site for you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mytvoptions.com/"&gt;My Tv Options&lt;/a&gt; is the place for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They provide you sports, news, movies, international and also local channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the cable TV guys, get a &lt;a href="http://mytvoptions.com/"&gt;satellite TV&lt;/a&gt;. Get &lt;a href="http://mytvoptions.com/"&gt;DirecTV&lt;/a&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get High Definition Channels [HD] and DVR service along with the package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The channels include HBO, Cinemax, Show time, NBC, Starz, ABC and lots more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your subscription today… Get a DirecTV…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-7493579326469847828?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/7493579326469847828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=7493579326469847828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/7493579326469847828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/7493579326469847828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-tv-options.html' title='My TV Options…'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SovapTneiQI/AAAAAAAAALI/behLrZmY3Qo/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-265951462648634367</id><published>2009-08-15T20:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-15T20:19:48.013+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Construction Gears!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SobK4SsbQLI/AAAAAAAAALA/eFjVADD4kTY/s1600-h/yhst-17665666401044_2065_149839781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SobK4SsbQLI/AAAAAAAAALA/eFjVADD4kTY/s200/yhst-17665666401044_2065_149839781.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370202674125553842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the rainy seasons, waiting around the corner, I bring you this great news. I know how it is to be stuck in rain. Either you are caught at home and can’t go to work or the other way around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t let the rain, grind you to a halt. The construction gear provides you, a selection of rain coats, rain pants and rain suits to keep you dry and comfortable in even the wettest conditions. They also provide water proof and rubber boots, ponchos, parkas and &lt;a href="http://www.constructiongear.com/overalls.html"&gt;overalls for men&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna go by the brands, they have a wide range of choices. &lt;a href="http://www.constructiongear.com"&gt;Carhartt&lt;/a&gt;, CLC, Dickies, Neese, Occunomix, Rivercity ,Rothco and lot more&lt;a href="http://www.constructiongear.com/rainsuits.html"&gt; rain suits&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Not only construction site workers but also people working in chemical plant and electrical industries can use it. The coats are made from PVC and fire resistant clothes are also available.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-265951462648634367?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/265951462648634367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=265951462648634367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/265951462648634367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/265951462648634367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/08/construction-gears.html' title='Construction Gears!!!'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SobK4SsbQLI/AAAAAAAAALA/eFjVADD4kTY/s72-c/yhst-17665666401044_2065_149839781.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-4344383409331581213</id><published>2009-08-04T14:50:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:36:15.017+05:30</updated><title type='text'>New Movies For Free</title><content type='html'>All you Movie buffs out there!! Lend me your ears…&lt;br /&gt;Getting tired of downloading movies?  Here’s a &lt;a href="http://newmoviesforfree.com/"&gt;cool site&lt;/a&gt; that provides online streaming of new movies. &lt;a href="http://newmoviesforfree.com"&gt;Watch films online for free&lt;/a&gt;. The quality is EX-cellent. &lt;br /&gt;No, No… thre is no catch. Be not afraid, the website’s free as air. You can also &lt;a href="http://newmoviesforfree.com/download_movies/"&gt;download free films&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The popular movies now available on the site are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://newmoviesforfree.com/index.php/200808205/Watch-films-online-for-free-free-films-online/twilight-twilight-downloade-new-movie-for-free.html"&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://newmoviesforfree.com/index.php/2009052764/Watch-films-online-for-free-free-films-online/angels-a-demons-tom-hanks-angels-a-demons-watch-and-download-films-online-for-free-free-films-online.html"&gt;Angels and Demon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://newmoviesforfree.com/index.php/2009052761/Watch-films-online-for-free-free-films-online/x-men-origins-wolverine-hugh-jackman-wolverinewatch-online-new-movie-for-free.html"&gt;X-Men origin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://newmoviesforfree.com/index.php/20090717116/Watch-films-online-for-free-free-films-online/ice-age-dawn-of-the-dinosaurs-watch-films-online-for-free-movies-for-free-free-films-online.html"&gt;Ice Age 3: Dawn of Dinosaurs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://newmoviesforfree.com/index.php/20090802124/Watch-films-online-for-free-free-films-online/the-soloist.html"&gt;The Soloist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://newmoviesforfree.com/index.php/20090802123/Watch-films-online-for-free-free-films-online/public-enemies.html"&gt;Public Enemies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://newmoviesforfree.com/index.php/20090801120/Watch-films-online-for-free-free-films-online/17-again.html"&gt;17 Again&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://newmoviesforfree.com/index.php/20090723119/Watch-films-online-for-free-free-films-online/transformers-revenge-of-the-fallen.html"&gt;Transformers : Revenge Of The Fallen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://newmoviesforfree.com/index.php/Table/Watch-films-online-for-free-free-films-online/"&gt;Free films online&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-4344383409331581213?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/4344383409331581213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=4344383409331581213' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/4344383409331581213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/4344383409331581213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-movies-for-free.html' title='New Movies For Free'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-2369674986962307932</id><published>2009-08-04T14:28:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-04T15:02:00.151+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pure Silva !!! Making a Banner is easy</title><content type='html'>This comes as a great news for bloggers, web designers. This site is a boon to all of those who are ignorant of the sophisticated tools to design a banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This&lt;a href="http://www.puresilvabannermaker.com"&gt; banner maker&lt;/a&gt; site is absolutely awesome, and you can make your own &lt;a href="http://www.puresilvabannermaker.com"&gt;custom banner&lt;/a&gt; within minutes. All you have to do visit the site and you are good to go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Select a theme or style, then a back ground image, the font style and a fore ground image and the added effects… Voila you have your banner….&lt;br /&gt;Here are few I made… just for fun…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/Snf5DjMh1lI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-cReYSEPOwE/s1600-h/TXWJHDCFLW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 40px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/Snf5DjMh1lI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-cReYSEPOwE/s200/TXWJHDCFLW.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366031320417949266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/Snf5P23lECI/AAAAAAAAAK4/YedI2wflnhQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 40px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/Snf5P23lECI/AAAAAAAAAK4/YedI2wflnhQ/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366031531857219618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-2369674986962307932?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/2369674986962307932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=2369674986962307932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/2369674986962307932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/2369674986962307932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/08/pure-silva-making-banner-is-easy.html' title='Pure Silva !!! Making a Banner is easy'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/Snf5DjMh1lI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-cReYSEPOwE/s72-c/TXWJHDCFLW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-9109555042274567275</id><published>2009-08-03T14:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:06:47.548+05:30</updated><title type='text'>NFL Sunday ticket with Direct TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/Snau5OdiZsI/AAAAAAAAAKY/_aNJRIP0pAk/s1600-h/nfl.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 155px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/Snau5OdiZsI/AAAAAAAAAKY/_aNJRIP0pAk/s200/nfl.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365668304216286914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Biggest event of the year is here now… &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The NFL&lt;/span&gt;… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Patriots who had a spectacular season last time around with eleven wins, are ready this time with their star quaterback Tom Brady  back in action. Steelers had it last season, will they have the lady luck by their side again? Saints are now trying out new routines and are adding some rough stuff in their training  work outs. This year its going to be one hell of a NFL drama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna make sure you catch all the action, drama, scores then make sure you get your &lt;a href="http://www.directstartv.com"&gt;Satellite TV&lt;/a&gt;. Now Direct tv has the best package ever, you can get the NFL Sunday ticket and the premium package   just for $59.99 for five months. This is where &lt;a href="http://www.directstartv.com/compare_directv/directv_vs_dish.html"&gt;Directv beats dish&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I just cant wait till NFL starts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-9109555042274567275?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/9109555042274567275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=9109555042274567275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/9109555042274567275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/9109555042274567275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/08/nfl-sunday-ticket-with-direct-tv.html' title='NFL Sunday ticket with Direct TV'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/Snau5OdiZsI/AAAAAAAAAKY/_aNJRIP0pAk/s72-c/nfl.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-5028616933527844277</id><published>2009-08-01T12:15:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:34:17.849+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I just LOVE my TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friends planned to go to the movies this Saturday. So we all gathered up in my place.But when we were about to start, this freaking rain started pouring like anything. All our plans got spoiled by the fulminant rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went in my room and turned on the tele. Guess what? &lt;b&gt;Incredible Hulk&lt;/b&gt; on HBO. Come on, who would miss a movie like that? With all my friends huddled in my room, we made some popcorn and it was really a blast. If it wasn’t for &lt;a href="http://www.blogtelevision.net/"&gt;Direct Tv&lt;/a&gt;, we would have been bored to death…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SnPk_IO-nPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/WzbQH_ywqOo/s1600-h/incredible-hulk-poster-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SnPk_IO-nPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/WzbQH_ywqOo/s200/incredible-hulk-poster-big.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364883354321591538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we were just chatting for a while. I flipped through channels and came across &lt;b&gt;Four Weddings And A Funeral&lt;/b&gt;  in Star movies. We couldn’t resist, we sat there watching it till the end. All thanks to &lt;a href="http://directtv.com/"&gt;DirecTv&lt;/a&gt;  and DirecTv Specials for saving the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SnPlIzs0lyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/EP6NNMqx13g/s1600-h/four_weddings_and_a_funeral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SnPlIzs0lyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/EP6NNMqx13g/s200/four_weddings_and_a_funeral.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364883520608311074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-5028616933527844277?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/5028616933527844277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=5028616933527844277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/5028616933527844277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/5028616933527844277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-love-my-tv.html' title='I just LOVE my TV'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SnPk_IO-nPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/WzbQH_ywqOo/s72-c/incredible-hulk-poster-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-2611908303859417865</id><published>2009-07-30T08:38:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:57:59.757+05:30</updated><title type='text'>U2 The Greatest Rock Band Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SnEPpi-ZE6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/lrNGsFeOX-Y/s1600-h/u2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SnEPpi-ZE6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/lrNGsFeOX-Y/s200/u2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364085837612520354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U2, the Irish rockband has been rocking since the eighties. Let me ask how many bands have been together for that long. Not many. With Bono on vocals and Edge on strings, they have  made awesome soundtracks like Vertigo, Elevation, Sweetest thing, one, with or without you and I can keep going on and on for a whole day. With U2’s 360 tour includes 14 cities in Europe and North America. I wish I had couple of  &lt;a href="http://www.acheapseat.com/u2_tickets.html"&gt;U2 concert tickets&lt;/a&gt;, to watch them play live with your friends, would be spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SnEQNbEJnUI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/AylD4zBs01w/s1600-h/metallica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SnEQNbEJnUI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/AylD4zBs01w/s200/metallica.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364086453964479810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another band that’s on tour is Metallica.One of the best heavy metal bands. One of their songs “Nothing Else Matters” is like an anthemn for all music lovers. MetOnTour, the tickets are sold out  in Indianapolis, Montreal, Dallas, San Antonio and few more cities. Grab your &lt;a href="http://www.acheapseat.com/metallica_tickets.html"&gt;Metallica tickets&lt;/a&gt; before all of them are sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chickenfoot is a newly formed band with the bests. Vocalist Sammy Hagar (formerly of Van Halen and Montrose), bassist Michael Anthony (also ex-Van Halen), guitarist Joe Satriani, and drummer Chad Smith (of the Red Hot Chili Peppers). Go grab some &lt;a href="http://www.acheapseat.com/chickenfoot_tickets.html"&gt;Chicken foot concert tickets&lt;/a&gt; it would be really fun…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-2611908303859417865?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/2611908303859417865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=2611908303859417865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/2611908303859417865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/2611908303859417865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/07/u2-greatest-rock-band-ever.html' title='U2 The Greatest Rock Band Ever'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SnEPpi-ZE6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/lrNGsFeOX-Y/s72-c/u2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-7280898912954561088</id><published>2009-07-29T20:34:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:39:28.497+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Where is aXXo?</title><content type='html'>The unanswered question looming at large  in the P-2-P world is ‘Where is aXXo?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The master of DvD-rips,  and the ruler of the torrent world aXXo, isnt making DvD-rips now. Last we saw was the Twilight. Now many lunatics have taken the name and hosting fake Dvd-rips of low quality. Nobody can make it as good as aXXo. Of course they are FXG, FXm and klAXXOn. But Klaxxon’s DvD-rips are huge in size. DvD-rips are suppose to be 700 MB not more than that. With the new MKV [matroska] format, we can get it in around 400 MB with same quality then  why would anyone download klAXXOn’s rips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it that  aXXo, he/she/team is taking a break now, to keep a low profile for a while.  Some say the feds are closing in on him and he had to drop all activities… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thank him for all those DvD-rips he made...Lets just hope he’s back in business soon….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SnBlWZVcp4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/iKAssrm0Ovw/s1600-h/y1pZ_Nkh7W3nDUKqsRCap_KZ7iEvgndab9BmdzTs-PxnwchdqnO04ngHL-zjzzihh00RG8cB942NPo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SnBlWZVcp4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/iKAssrm0Ovw/s200/y1pZ_Nkh7W3nDUKqsRCap_KZ7iEvgndab9BmdzTs-PxnwchdqnO04ngHL-zjzzihh00RG8cB942NPo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363898591630632834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-7280898912954561088?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/7280898912954561088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=7280898912954561088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/7280898912954561088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/7280898912954561088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-is-axxo.html' title='Where is aXXo?'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SnBlWZVcp4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/iKAssrm0Ovw/s72-c/y1pZ_Nkh7W3nDUKqsRCap_KZ7iEvgndab9BmdzTs-PxnwchdqnO04ngHL-zjzzihh00RG8cB942NPo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-3922141122812142324</id><published>2009-07-28T11:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:33:11.941+05:30</updated><title type='text'>New TV... New Service...</title><content type='html'>I just fixed up a 26 inch Sony Bravia in my bed room, courtesy of a very generous brother. Whats TV without some entertainment. Non stop movies, sports and rib tickling sitcoms.  Then I came across &lt;a href="http://www.directsattv.com/directv/packages.html"&gt;Directv Service&lt;/a&gt; and guys its freaking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packages start from $29.99 to the premium package which has  265 channels &lt;br /&gt;including 31 movie channels [HBO, Showtime, Startz, Cinemax…etc ] and 30 Sports channels. Best of all, its free for five months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.directsattv.com/directv/packages.html"&gt;Direct TV&lt;/a&gt; also includes HD channels and international channels. They also provide Free DVR or HD receiver after instant rebate. All thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.directsattv.com/directv/packages.html"&gt;Direct TV service&lt;/a&gt; my weekend are rocking!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-3922141122812142324?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/3922141122812142324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=3922141122812142324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/3922141122812142324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/3922141122812142324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-tv-new-service.html' title='New TV... New Service...'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-2423538198663673181</id><published>2009-07-23T14:54:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:15:11.190+05:30</updated><title type='text'>5 Best Songs</title><content type='html'>This is a collection of 5 bests. Don’t mind if there are more than 5…:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5 BEST PROPOSAL SONGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SmgvW_KHFiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Ax2nmL88uYA/s1600-h/iris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SmgvW_KHFiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Ax2nmL88uYA/s200/iris.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361587428342044194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey Fatone - I’m ready to fall in love tonight&lt;br /&gt;Iris  - Goo Goo Dolls&lt;br /&gt;Shania Twain - From This moment&lt;br /&gt;Counting Crows - Accidently in Love&lt;br /&gt;Aqualung - Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5 BEST ROMANTIC SONGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/Smgwn4Hhx7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/R5jyB-0grC0/s1600-h/daniel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/Smgwn4Hhx7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/R5jyB-0grC0/s200/daniel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361588818021566386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glenn medioros – Nothings gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;Anggun – Snow on the sahara&lt;br /&gt;Ronan Keating – When you say nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Daniel beddingfield – I never gonna leave your side&lt;br /&gt;Elvis Presly – Cant help falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;Though I would recommend UB40’s version of the same song.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I can limit this to five, Songs keep coming up. Savage Garden – Truly Madly Deeply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5 BEST SLEAZIEST SONGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/Smgw7NLH-nI/AAAAAAAAAJg/1zeeU_fQynQ/s1600-h/bryanadams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/Smgw7NLH-nI/AAAAAAAAAJg/1zeeU_fQynQ/s200/bryanadams.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361589150091311730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Adams – Lets make a night&lt;br /&gt;John Mayer – Your body is wonderland&lt;br /&gt;The Corrs – Only when I sleep&lt;br /&gt;Ricky Martin – The Touch&lt;br /&gt;Frankie Valli – Cant take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5 BEST GIRLIE SONGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SmgvqqUg0ZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/KtjPGWoiyCw/s1600-h/Leona_Lewis-Bleeding_Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SmgvqqUg0ZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/KtjPGWoiyCw/s200/Leona_Lewis-Bleeding_Love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361587766345912722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uninvited – Alanis morristte&lt;br /&gt;Avril – I’m with you&lt;br /&gt;Atomic Kitten –  Eternal flame&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Carlton – a 1000 miles&lt;br /&gt;Natasha beddingfield -  Words&lt;br /&gt;Sara Bareilles – Love song&lt;br /&gt;Leona Lewis – Bleeding love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5 BEST HEART BROKEN SONGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/Smgvf2aI6HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/FJEC_Wok_EU/s1600-h/Bryan+Adams+-+Please+Forgive+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/Smgvf2aI6HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/FJEC_Wok_EU/s200/Bryan+Adams+-+Please+Forgive+Me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361587580612175986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Adams – Please forgive me&lt;br /&gt;Backstreet Boys – Show me the meaning&lt;br /&gt;No vacancy – Heal me I’m heartsick.&lt;br /&gt;Everly Brothers – Crying in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Evanescence – My Immortal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-2423538198663673181?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/2423538198663673181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=2423538198663673181' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/2423538198663673181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/2423538198663673181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-best-songs.html' title='5 Best Songs'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SmgvW_KHFiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Ax2nmL88uYA/s72-c/iris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-3452182411277380648</id><published>2009-07-20T14:02:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-21T10:09:58.759+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Terminator Salvation/ 17 Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SmQsCyIcq8I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PsosJl_9kyE/s1600-h/terminator-salvation-20090319000343249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SmQsCyIcq8I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PsosJl_9kyE/s200/terminator-salvation-20090319000343249.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360457882806299586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminator Salvation fourth sequel of the fabled Terminator series. I have been hearing, the movie isnt good and stuff. Man, that’s bull crap. The movie has excellent CEG and few scenes are really of the hook. Only dissappointing factor is that there’s no ARNIE. We have all grown watching Arnie blow the T100 saying ”Astla Vista Baby”. Who could forget the famous, “I’ll be back”. Come on don’t say dint imitate that amongst friends, I’ll be back; from the restroom shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though McG tried put arnie as a bot nearing climax, it wasn’t good enough. Christian Bale is over rated. I’m really glad, he didn’t much screen time and even less action sequences. Marcus was the highlight. His assault with three guys saving the girl from resistance, was FANtastic.  This movie has lot more and different varities of Bots. The movie is a feast for any Terminator fan. If you dint like the movie, who cares…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SmQsRFUALVI/AAAAAAAAAIo/18nXbGMMozw/s1600-h/terminator_salvation_john_connor_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SmQsRFUALVI/AAAAAAAAAIo/18nXbGMMozw/s200/terminator_salvation_john_connor_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360458128473206098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 Again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SmQsqPTQyYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/F9HSByRzqks/s1600-h/17-again-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SmQsqPTQyYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/F9HSByRzqks/s200/17-again-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360458560651184514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while I ve seen a Matthew Perry movie, I think the last one was Numb. But the thing is, Zac Effron  takes it away from Matthew Perry. The movie is a romantic comedy. A Guy gives up his dreams to marry his girl friend, over the years he starts blaming her for his failure. Now he gets a second chance to do it all over again, what he does? He does the same thing. The movie is good to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys you would really love this movie. Michelle Trachtenberg is super cute as usual…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SmQsyaSwsnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/JDKHwfOw6-A/s1600-h/17againpic14tt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SmQsyaSwsnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/JDKHwfOw6-A/s200/17againpic14tt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360458701040824946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-3452182411277380648?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/3452182411277380648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=3452182411277380648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/3452182411277380648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/3452182411277380648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/07/terminator-salvation-17-again.html' title='Terminator Salvation/ 17 Again'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SmQsCyIcq8I/AAAAAAAAAIg/PsosJl_9kyE/s72-c/terminator-salvation-20090319000343249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-5276731025876733150</id><published>2009-07-14T12:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-14T12:42:37.987+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Specific Search Results In Google</title><content type='html'>There are always some things in common, that everyone across the world uses,some of them being  tooth brush, tooth paste and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GOOGLE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are sometimes you get the results you don’t want. Isn’t it annoying? &lt;br /&gt;Say you wanna get results only from Australian websites, what do you do? I’ll tell you exactly what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onlyau.com.au"&gt;Search Australia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be tiresome when searching Google Australia, people get .com results mixed with .au results.OnlyAU.com.au is Australia's newest .au only search engine. It’s the only search engine guaranteed to provide only .au results.&lt;br /&gt;We have a search engine with specific local relevance, &lt;a href="http://www.onlyau.com.au"&gt;Australian Search&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onlyau.com.au"&gt;Australian search engine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-5276731025876733150?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/5276731025876733150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=5276731025876733150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/5276731025876733150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/5276731025876733150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/07/specific-search-results-in-google.html' title='Specific Search Results In Google'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-5083800530301497030</id><published>2009-07-12T08:14:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-12T08:18:07.725+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Danzou has a sharingan!!!  Stunner in Naruto Manga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SllOrMMPsnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Bm-WaY2xbOI/s1600-h/images+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SllOrMMPsnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Bm-WaY2xbOI/s200/images+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357399735647842930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a peropd of lull, Naruto is picking up pace. Its time for some for kick-ass action and new jutsus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danzou has announced a meet for all five kages.  He also ordered the Anbu to assasinate Sasuke. Naruto abstains from revealing any information on Sasuke. We all know the killer bee is still alive. But where is he?  At the end of Manga episode 455, Danzou reveals his sharingan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whats gonna happen next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How Danzou got the sharingan? Is he an Uchiha?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did Uchiha Obito survive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whats gonna happen at the meet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who’s gonna face the powerful Madara, even The Fourth couldn’t defeat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SllOwNCob0I/AAAAAAAAAIY/RbwEo7O4h9Y/s1600-h/danzou.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SllOwNCob0I/AAAAAAAAAIY/RbwEo7O4h9Y/s200/danzou.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357399821775302466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-5083800530301497030?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/5083800530301497030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=5083800530301497030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/5083800530301497030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/5083800530301497030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/07/danzou-has-sharingan-stunner-in-naruto.html' title='Danzou has a sharingan!!!  Stunner in Naruto Manga'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SllOrMMPsnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Bm-WaY2xbOI/s72-c/images+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-7451371864290668949</id><published>2009-07-06T10:33:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:38:28.856+05:30</updated><title type='text'>San Antonio/Charlotte  Plumbers</title><content type='html'>Have you ever tried to fix your pipes or leaks? If you have, you would know how hard it is. We get into work with our tool box, and end up making it worse than repairing it. Here is a great news for people who need their pipe lines to be fixed, &lt;a href="http://www.bestsanantoniotxplumber.com"&gt;San Antonio Plumber&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.bestcharlotteplumber.com"&gt;Charlotte Plumber&lt;/a&gt;. All you need to do is submit your name and phone number on their website. They will call you. You can also call their help desk to inquire about their services. Their phone number is specified in the website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They not only do repair works but also remodelling, construction projects and commercial plumbing. Their area of expertise include slab leaks, water lines, sewer / drains,  gas testing / installation, tunneling,  water heaters,  softener systems, video camera inspections and  various other services. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They provide cost effective services. San Antonio Plumbers providing the best service and workmanship to each and every customer. They provide excellent quality of work with high customer service. They have  ‘&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A rating&lt;/span&gt;’ in the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Better Business Bureau&lt;/span&gt;. That should say the needful about their services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you have any repairs/ construction/remodelling works, you know whom to call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-7451371864290668949?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/7451371864290668949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=7451371864290668949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/7451371864290668949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/7451371864290668949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/07/san-antoniocharlotte-plumbers.html' title='San Antonio/Charlotte  Plumbers'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-6746671857082852620</id><published>2009-07-02T10:47:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:22:04.298+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Direct TV, the best deal</title><content type='html'>Only thing that could relax you after a day at the office is your TV.  You come home after a hectic day, you watch some movie, sports or sitcoms to cool your head. I say &lt;a href="http://www.bestchoicetv.com/"&gt;Direct TV channels&lt;/a&gt; is the real deal. Direct Tv offers 265 channels and lots of package to choose from. The packages start at $29.99. There are 30 movie channels and 25 sports channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie channels include HBO, Cinemax,Showtime to Starz and lots more. You can get specially-themed movie channels like action, romance and western. If you are ardent sports fan, you can catch all NBA, NFL Sunday Ticket, NHL, MLS, MLB and British soccer. You can also watch the local college football or basketball match.Here is the &lt;a href="http://www.bestchoicetv.com/directv-programming.php"&gt;channel guide&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also inlcudes HD channels with&lt;b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.starz.com/hd/"&gt;HD Movies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; DVR and HD services. The Family package provides 40 channels with family programs suitable for all ages. Direct Tv also has 24 hour music channels. For those who love drama and action packed channels, Direct TV provides BLACK STARZ, , Mystery, Love Stories STARZ, and UNLIMITED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direct TV suprises at all levels. It’s a &lt;a href="http://www.directv.com/"&gt;Satellite TV &lt;/a&gt;and the installation of receivers  is absolutely free. You don’t have to do anything, the skilled technicians will take care of it. Now you tell me, aint Direct TV is the best deal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-6746671857082852620?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/6746671857082852620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=6746671857082852620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/6746671857082852620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/6746671857082852620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/07/direct-tv-best-deal.html' title='Direct TV, the best deal'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-4272558334899941077</id><published>2009-06-26T18:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:57:51.499+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To All Anime Fans</title><content type='html'>Just yesterday I was watching Naruto Shippuuden episode 115, have to tell you guys, the series is picking up speed. For those who don’t know, Naruto is one among the top comics/series entertaining people all over the globe. Many of my friends make a mockery, when I talk about anime. There are a lot of good stuffs out there. Like Bleach, Ino Yasha, Samurai X, Captain Tsubasa, Laws of Ueki and I can just keep going on and on. I don’t even have to mention Dragon Ballz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a sweet news for all you guys out there who love anime. I came across this awesome website, &lt;a href="http://www.animechatroom.net/"&gt;Anime Chat&lt;/a&gt;, which allows you to register free of cost and chat with people about your favourite anime. Its total fun to share your opinion about the whats gonna happen in next episode, with people half way across globe. Login now and have fun…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-4272558334899941077?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/4272558334899941077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=4272558334899941077' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/4272558334899941077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/4272558334899941077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-all-anime-fans.html' title='To All Anime Fans'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-2677778389302670666</id><published>2009-06-24T11:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-24T11:40:45.413+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Northumbria Numbers</title><content type='html'>I bought a new car and I have been searching for a place to get &lt;a href="http://www.northumbrianumbers.com"&gt;cherished number plates &lt;/a&gt;at absolutely best prices. I came across this website &lt;a href="http://www.northumbrianumbers.com"&gt;Northumbria Numbers&lt;/a&gt;. Its easy to find this one. Just type Northumbria Numbers in google, you can locate this site. The website is customer friendly. Its very easy to use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its easy to navigate through the website. The back ground colors used are pleasant and appealing. The text style and size is perfect it wont cause any strain on your eyes.  The website loads fast, so you don’t have to click and go for a sip of  coffee. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And now, you can make your own customized plates or choose from a variety of options. This website enables you to buy an already owned plate. You can also sell your number plate here. The website provides all the information you will ever need. The website is provided F.A.Qs [Frequently Asked Questions] and the Transaction procedure. If you are not satisfied or you wanna know more, you can use their contact numbers specified in the website.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-2677778389302670666?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/2677778389302670666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=2677778389302670666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/2677778389302670666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/2677778389302670666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/06/northumbria-numbers.html' title='Northumbria Numbers'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-3420236057173207639</id><published>2009-06-18T17:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:18:51.875+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Astla Vista Blogger</title><content type='html'>Hi guys…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my last sensible post here in this blog. I joined deserters club, who run to wordpress from blogger.Blogger has been good to me for the last 2 years.  Its kinda hard. But I ve to leave, I have some plans.Catch me at &lt;a href="http://nirmalanandtp.wordpress.com/"&gt;wordpress&lt;/a&gt;. Hope you guys would take some time to change the links.&lt;br /&gt;http://nirmalanandtp.wordpress.com/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your care and support.&lt;br /&gt;Loads of luv&lt;br /&gt;Apo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-3420236057173207639?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/3420236057173207639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=3420236057173207639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/3420236057173207639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/3420236057173207639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/06/astla-vista-blogger.html' title='Astla Vista Blogger'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-7500699282093257905</id><published>2009-06-09T21:24:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:57:41.390+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Carlos Santana - God of Guitar</title><content type='html'>I’m a big Santana fan. When it comes to guitar, it’s definitely Carlos Santana, the god of guitar. My brother, unlike me he’s a Joe Satriani fan. If he sees this post by any chance, don’t know what he’ll do to me. Last time I said asked him is Rammstein any good? He made me listen to his Rammstein collection, till my ears were literally bleeding, begging and pleading. My ears committed suicide and I went partially deaf for a few days. Rammstein wasn’t that bad, its just that I was forced to listen to them all day. I really liked &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4w9EksAo5hY"&gt;America&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mfHlA3fmJG0"&gt;Sonne&lt;/a&gt;. There’s another one from his twisted psychedelic collection, this song really makes you feel so much alive, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PBaYbOnp7hU"&gt;Children Of Bodom – Are you dead yet&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I’m not much of heavy metal listener, I prefer Carlos Santana. Here are my favorites. All them has Carlos featuring with artist I listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=icD8mBBeIwU"&gt;Steven Tyler – Just feel better&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jQgmf3QSW8E"&gt;Chad Kroeger [Nickelback] - Into the night&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MXp413NynFk"&gt;Rob Thomas - So smooth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0gpwgPpswms"&gt;Michelle Branch - I'm feeling you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its taking tad too long to upload videos,so I'm just giving the links... VIVA LA YOUTUBE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Sri Lankans kicked the Aussies out of ICC world T20... They gonna start assaulting the Lankan students too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://velusviews.blogspot.com/2009/06/5-most-beautiful-eyes.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to see the 5 most beautiful eyes and the 5th one remains a mystery... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-7500699282093257905?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/7500699282093257905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=7500699282093257905' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/7500699282093257905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/7500699282093257905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/06/carlos-santana-god-of-guitar.html' title='Carlos Santana - God of Guitar'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-1362928866453226798</id><published>2009-06-03T14:17:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:31:02.754+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Till Saturday… a 55 fiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SiY6KC7_ODI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8usiwKKoINE/s1600-h/director_cowboy_actress_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SiY6KC7_ODI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8usiwKKoINE/s200/director_cowboy_actress_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343021952183253042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi… You know, I have coming here every day for about a month now…”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah…”&lt;br /&gt;“See… I really like you… I would love to get to know you… If I have any chance, I wanna know…”&lt;br /&gt;“This is all sudden… I need time… to think…”&lt;br /&gt;“You can have all the time in the world sweetheart… That is until Saturday…”&lt;br /&gt;“Saturday?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yep… I’m getting married on Sunday…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must have seen/read/heard some where... I really dont know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-1362928866453226798?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/1362928866453226798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=1362928866453226798' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/1362928866453226798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/1362928866453226798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/06/till-saturday-55-fiction.html' title='Till Saturday… a 55 fiction'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SiY6KC7_ODI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8usiwKKoINE/s72-c/director_cowboy_actress_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-7112381382594020588</id><published>2009-05-31T19:30:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:40:50.592+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Paying It Forward</title><content type='html'>Do you believe in karma? I do. Being an Indian and especially a southie, I do believe in karma. Like Jason Lee in the comedy series My Name Is Earl. Karma is a simple belief that when you do good things to other people, good things happen to you. When you do bad things, yes bad things befall. We have centuries old literature, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Silappatikaram"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silappathikaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; story of a philanderer husband and a really cool kick-ass wife who burns an entire city for her husband’s death. The moral of the story is that the sins we commit in this birth will affect you in your next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Ulvinai uruthu vanthu ootum’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey I remembered the lines. Its ancient Tamil, it’s like a totally different language. We are forced to memorize them in school. But my hypothesis differs slightly from this. I say bad things don’t wait. They don’t wait for your next birth, it happens to you so fast before you know what hit you. So when somebody screws me up, I just let it go, leave it all behind. Its not like I’m a nice guy or anything, I wish they go hell but never did anything to get back at them. Coz I don’t want bad things happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that amazes me is, Paying It Forward principle. Its almost the same thing. They say it only applies to the good things returning back to you. I say it goes both ways. When lots of good things are happening to you, you can be sure of a bad thing following it. The tenth grade results came last week. I have a kid next door who is almost like a little brother to me. He got 83.5% we are all happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day he bought chocolates on the pretext of the results. I don’t like candies. I refused the offer but my curiosity didn’t leave me at peace. I peeped into the box, sikes CADBURY’S.  Cadbury’s is altogether a different thing. I grabed one for myself. I took one bite, I don’t chew, I leave it to melt by itself in my mouth. It’s an amazing feeling like I’m kissing my girl, its just that CADBURY’s a thousand times better.Then he asked me what gift I’m gonna buy him. I said anything you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day I took him to the shop, I was standing at fancy key chain section, coz seriously I thought that’s what he’s gonna choose. I turned around and found him standing in the pen section.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what he wanted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SiKOHj658II/AAAAAAAAAHA/A03e3zGpgME/s1600-h/101748_Vector-metallix-RB-with-Fre_pbilimage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SiKOHj658II/AAAAAAAAAHA/A03e3zGpgME/s200/101748_Vector-metallix-RB-with-Fre_pbilimage1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341988368567365762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, are you sure want that? He said, “Yes…”  He was really excited. Damn, I shouldnt have said anything you want.Then again I gave my word… This is paying it forward…. I graduated from a really good engineering college, though I’ll never be able to solve this one…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 bucks Cadbury’s = 300 bucks Parker vector… :D [LOL]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The blogger doesn’t really have a girl friend. All potential candidates, I mean girls within age limit 20-24 can apply. Indians need not apply coz &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;All Indians are my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt; brothers and &lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;sisters&lt;/b&gt;. Cute east Asian people are preferred. Girls with Kung-Fu, Karate, Tae kwan do as extra qualification can refrain from applying. I’m not keen on getting my butt kicked every time I’m late for a date…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-7112381382594020588?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/7112381382594020588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=7112381382594020588' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/7112381382594020588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/7112381382594020588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/05/paying-it-forward.html' title='Paying It Forward'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SiKOHj658II/AAAAAAAAAHA/A03e3zGpgME/s72-c/101748_Vector-metallix-RB-with-Fre_pbilimage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-5060158954335698380</id><published>2009-05-27T08:37:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-27T08:43:38.010+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When Hari met Shalini  - II</title><content type='html'>5.57 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari reached Shalini’s house… He got down… Shalini dressed in white salwar looking pretty as usual, walked down to him. &lt;br /&gt;“Hai…”&lt;br /&gt;“You are all dressed up… Are we going somewhere?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yep…”&lt;br /&gt;“Where to?”&lt;br /&gt;“Usual place…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari was so happy to hear that… Their usual place is a spot on the long road beside the beach… They would go there talk for ages sitting on the wall that separates the vast expanse white sand and the road. God Damn it Chandru… I knew it was a bluff… IIM guy my @$$...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why all of a sudden?” Hari couldn’t hold himself… His mind was playing lot of scenarios…&lt;br /&gt;“I have a date with my fiancé… I want you to come with me…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari slowed down. That was last of the conversation. Hari felt like somebody just him on his chest with a sledge hammer. The air seemed to suffocate him somehow. It was getting hard to breathe. Shalini dint seem to be aware of Hari's reaction. She was busy toggling songs in her i-pod. They were nearing the spot. He pulled over next to their spot. He got down. His hand, searching rummaging his pockets for a cigarette. He lit one, looked up, Shalini was sitting on the wall facing the blue sea. Her eyes closed, feeling the cool wind on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari just stood there staring her. He would give up anything, anything to be the wind. The wind that caresses her face, whispers in her ear, makes her smile and just dies mutely in her hair…  He sat next to her. Longest 20 minutes of Hari’s life. It seemed strange to him, Shalini once you got her talking; it’s hard to get her to stop. She hasn’t spoken a word yet. Hari tried to initiate the conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your fiancé… Is he coming or what?”&lt;br /&gt;Shalini turned to face him. She was upset. Hari couldn’t see her eye to eye, he turned away. “Its just that we been here for 20 minutes, he hasn’t showed up yet. May be he’s stuck in traffic. Did you call…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalini interrupted him, “My fiancé is the biggest dumbo of all” &lt;br /&gt;She was frustrated. Hari chewed down the words he was about to say. &lt;br /&gt;Shalini, “How can one not understand when somebody loves them…" &lt;br /&gt;Hari was like tell me about it… He dint say a word, he stared at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalini, “My stupid fiancé is sitting right next to me and asking where my fiancé is…” &lt;br /&gt;Hari was taken aback, “Shalini… I… eh…” &lt;br /&gt;Shalini, “Save it!!... I love you too… Let’s go some place to eat, I’m hungry…”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-5060158954335698380?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/5060158954335698380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=5060158954335698380' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/5060158954335698380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/5060158954335698380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-hari-met-shalini-ii.html' title='When Hari met Shalini  - II'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-8806677136019865572</id><published>2009-05-25T11:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-25T12:01:46.593+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When Hari met Shalini…</title><content type='html'>Hari honked wildly at the car moving slowly ahead of him. He was hitting the horn like it was some kind of punch bag. He wasn’t really angry at the traffic or the people who caused it. He was angry at himself, at what he has done or rather what he hasn’t. He isn’t usually like this. He’s a cool headed guy, the kind of guy who stops his car, letting little kids cross the street. Today he seemed to be in a hurry. He checked his watch it was 5.30 pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier,&lt;br /&gt;3.12 pm Same Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When are you going to tell her?”&lt;br /&gt;“I will… I will tell her…”&lt;br /&gt;“When? When she is married to someone else?” &lt;br /&gt;“It’s not as easy as it seems… It’s complicated… It’s…”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh come on… How long you been in love with her… three years… you see her everyday at work, still…“&lt;br /&gt;“Just drop it yaar… please…”&lt;br /&gt;“Hari, you are my best friend… I’m telling this for your own good… Listen to me… “&lt;br /&gt;“Chandru I know… I’m scared… I don’t wanna mess it all up…”&lt;br /&gt;“Did you hear about the IIM guy?”&lt;br /&gt;“What IIM guy?”&lt;br /&gt;“Shalini’s mom… Her friend’s son… He’s some finance manager somewhere… Shalini dint tell you about this?”&lt;br /&gt;“She gave head ups to this?”&lt;br /&gt;“Not yet I think… That’s why I m asking you to talk to her ASAP…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari and Chandru sat there in silence. Hari was troubled. Shalini dint say anything about this. He thought may be Chandru was pulling this stuff to make him talk to her. He was really confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari’s phone rings… Shalini on the other end.&lt;br /&gt;“Shalini… I was just thinking about you…”&lt;br /&gt;“How you been…”&lt;br /&gt;“Better…”&lt;br /&gt;“Can you come over to my place in the evening say around 6”&lt;br /&gt;“Sure…”&lt;br /&gt;[Tell her… Tell her damn it….] Chandru whispers…&lt;br /&gt;Hari hangs up…&lt;br /&gt;“I m seeing her in the evening… Will talk to her then….”&lt;br /&gt;“Good luck pal…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.31 pm. Back in the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari gets a little bit off the line and starts talking to himself…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You have to tell her man… Don’t hesitate… Be cool… You gotta sweep her off her feet… what do I say? Have to be something really good… hmmm… You are the reason I live, You are the reason I’d die… NO!! that’s Steven Tyler … I live only for your happiness and for your love I’ll give my last breath… God Damn it… stop screwing around with song lines and think straight… Just say how you feel…  Here it goes… Shalini I love you… I wanna marry you… Have kids and grow old with you… I wanna wake up every morning with you by my side… That wasn’t bad, was it?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-8806677136019865572?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/8806677136019865572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=8806677136019865572' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/8806677136019865572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/8806677136019865572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-hari-met-shalini.html' title='When Hari met Shalini…'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-1748472681982472509</id><published>2009-05-13T12:20:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:33:20.883+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Me</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt the sudden urge to do something…?  Ever had the rush of desire to kiss someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been completely lost in someone’s charisma? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened to me… last night. &lt;br /&gt;I was hanging out with my friends, playing carom and having some drinks… Don’t worry it was just coke and seven up and few beers… Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then I saw her. She sat there all alone, playing to herself, talking to herself. Anyone in their right state of mind would have said, that girl is out of her damn mind. For me, she was the cutest thing I had ever laid my eyes on. Big expressive eyes, soft lips man she was gorgeous. Dressed in pink skirt, she was throwing her white hanky bordered pink, and trying to catch it when it falls. She was laughing all the while, I bet she dint know that I was drowning in her laughter. Her hair, not long was just below her shoulders. They were dancing to evening breeze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They way it fell on her face and she caressed it to the side, made my heart skip a beat everytime. I couldn’t hold back. I’m only just a boy. I gave in. I walked to her. She was looking at me like an alien from another planet. That dint stop me, I lifted her and kissed her on her cheeks. Then I saw her cute pink palm move across my head, and whacked my glasses. My glasses fell and were hanging on my nose in an awkward manner. I don’t know was it me looking goofy with glasses or the joy of whacking me. She started giggling, by God that’s the sweetest music I ever heard in my entire life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I felt warm, it was spreading over my arms. Then I realized…&lt;br /&gt;I called out to her mom, “Aunty, I think Pooja needs a diaper change”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired from a &lt;a href="http://danny-ydoidothis.blogspot.com/2009/05/oru-chinna-love-story.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;fellow blogger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-1748472681982472509?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/1748472681982472509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=1748472681982472509' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/1748472681982472509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/1748472681982472509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/05/kiss-me.html' title='Kiss Me'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-4358228279366051396</id><published>2009-05-09T16:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-09T16:36:22.889+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Cry</title><content type='html'>The light bulb flickered over his head. He looked around, people with saddened face, with hardly any expressions, seemed like they have frozen in time. He felt its just him, every second he sat there was like ages. He was falling apart by the minute. The voices, the cries running over and over his head were breaking him down. He could barely take it anymore. He felt a hand on his shoulders, he shrugged and stood up. He knew nobody would understand what he’s going through. He took a few steps, he was biting his fingers. Something crept over his mind; he looked at his fingers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Ind vs Aus match. He was watching it with Archana. She was sitting on the other end of the couch, busy reading a magazine. Last over, 8 runs from 4 balls to win. He started biting his nails. “Stop that. You do that everytime you are tensed.  You know what you look like when you are biting your nails? Monkey… thats what you look like” She crawled towards him. “My cute monkey” Holding his face, she kissed him and cuddled in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still stood there staring at his fingers. He felt her touch, her kiss. The cry, the cries of pain brought him back to reality. He made a desperate attempt to hold on to something that wasn’t real, something that was fading away. It took him a while to realize she wasn’t there holding him. He was losing his mind. He heard someone call him. He turned around, a woman dressed in white, “Mr.Anand”  gesturing what seemed like you should go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt something rushing up his spine and hitting the brain. Everything blurred. He staggered his way to the room. He was scared and his heart pounding like a race horse. He entered the room. She was laid in the bed. He knelt beside the bed. Held her hand, she broke a feeble smile. Not a word he spoke, his tears said it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mr.Anand you have a baby boy”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-4358228279366051396?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/4358228279366051396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=4358228279366051396' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/4358228279366051396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/4358228279366051396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/05/cry.html' title='The Cry'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-4783777031090535640</id><published>2009-05-07T16:18:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:26:07.099+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who's Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SgK8ymiR9NI/AAAAAAAAAGI/p3hmCt6SX-w/s1600-h/Jaya+Bachchan,+Aishwarya+Rai,+Amitabh+Bachchan,+Abhishek+Bachchan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SgK8ymiR9NI/AAAAAAAAAGI/p3hmCt6SX-w/s200/Jaya+Bachchan,+Aishwarya+Rai,+Amitabh+Bachchan,+Abhishek+Bachchan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333032486283900114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That something money cant buy. Showing your middle finger along with your family that too after the elections.Man, I wanna do that. Cant wait till elections starts in chennai... I ll be the one saying up yours @$$%*@%... Pardon my language. I cant help it, with the election season ramblings, accusations and claiming to have done something that has been there for ages, it brings that out of me. Rahul bhaiya, saying empowering villagers will cease terrorism in 15 mins. Somebody please tell me, how thats gonna work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you are thinking, this brat was watching TV during exams. Hell yeah... you cant expect me to study 24/7. I watched this and Chennai Super Kings kicking the living shit outta Deccan Chargers. Back to business, not many people know about this. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;49-O&lt;/span&gt;. Its your right to nullify your vote. You heard me right. You can choose not to vote. Coz none of these @$$%%^&amp;* are worthy of it. It will be really cool if you do that and show the finger. Up Yours buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now come on, why do you got to keep your hand on the mouse? You are not going anywhere. Now stretch out your middle finger. Looks good doesnt it? Now say it just once ,up yours. That’s cheating. I dint hear you!!! Lets try that again, this time with a big picture. I dont know where to put this, but I badly want this in my post. So here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SgK9ZWLFnTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gm9G0Y1C3BU/s1600-h/middle-finger-of-the-apocalypse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SgK9ZWLFnTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gm9G0Y1C3BU/s200/middle-finger-of-the-apocalypse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333033151906553138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad politician &amp; their  Fake promises   UP YOURS&lt;br /&gt;Wasted bucks on a Bad movie UP YOURS&lt;br /&gt;People who have made you feel bad  UP YOURS&lt;br /&gt;People judging you by your face  UP YOURS&lt;br /&gt;People who say JTYJN is a bad movie UP YOURS    [More on this later] &lt;br /&gt;Mobile Special offer calls when you are expecting an important call UP YOURS&lt;br /&gt;Exams  UP YOURS&lt;br /&gt;Pesky Bosses UP YOURS&lt;br /&gt;Broken promises  UP YOURS&lt;br /&gt;Held up lunch dates when you are freaking hungry UP YOURS&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic pick up lines UP YOURS&lt;br /&gt;Power cut on a crucial match UP YOURS&lt;br /&gt;Porno flicks   UP YOURS   figuratively &lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise... This ones from me. Its not like I hate you or something. I like your movies Mr.T, its just that you are a 42 year old slob and you screwed it big time marrying Katie. Man… whats with jumping on the sofa thing? If she was in love with me, I would have jumped from EIFFEL tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SgK83TC4OQI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/C9A1zMAFRk8/s1600-h/n_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SgK83TC4OQI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/C9A1zMAFRk8/s200/n_a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333032566951262466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be kind enough to go back and look at Baby B's finger. Is that a finger? It looks more of Cuban Cigar than a finger.Look at ash's finger, Darn it so cute. If she showed me her middle finger and say "FU", I would go down on my knees saying yes please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh it up fellas. Ash thing was for you. She never was never will be on my to-do list. He He&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing dont judge me by this post. I typed this right after my exam. Two back to back excruciating exams, not much sleep in last two days. I not usually like this, I'm more nastier. I think i m gonna hit the floor... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang!!! there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-4783777031090535640?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/4783777031090535640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=4783777031090535640' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/4783777031090535640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/4783777031090535640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/05/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess Who&apos;s Back'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SgK8ymiR9NI/AAAAAAAAAGI/p3hmCt6SX-w/s72-c/Jaya+Bachchan,+Aishwarya+Rai,+Amitabh+Bachchan,+Abhishek+Bachchan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-6416686697832779836</id><published>2009-04-28T07:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-28T07:28:16.784+05:30</updated><title type='text'>EPL is here!!!!</title><content type='html'>I havent been reading your blogs lately. Apologies... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its not my fault actually, its those damn universities, who take joy is torturing students with exams. That too twice a year. But nothing much can be done. Gotta gear up and write it. So I'll start preparing for my exams. You guys would be like, its just an exam why worry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you how our questions would be... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A is twice as B. B is three times C. Then find D.&lt;br /&gt;No, No we wont get these questions but you get the idea right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck guys... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, the EPL, its Exam premier league...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-6416686697832779836?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/6416686697832779836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=6416686697832779836' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/6416686697832779836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/6416686697832779836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/04/epl-is-here.html' title='EPL is here!!!!'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-215658830103672426</id><published>2009-04-28T07:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-28T07:28:51.275+05:30</updated><title type='text'>COMMITTED</title><content type='html'>I have finally found someone… I have known her for 2years, took quite a while to realize what we had. We started as friends, I never dreamt we be taking this journey together in the love lane. I keep thinking about her all time, during my classes, even when I’m with my friends. I just couldn’t help it, though I know I’m gonna see her in evening. Yep, we see each other every day. Sometimes her friends call in; they are the coolest people you could hang out with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl knows me like the back of her hand. She understands me so well. She’s not like the other girls you hear about from your friends, nagging and stuff. No, my girl is a cute little angel. She never disagrees to what I have to say or does she chews out for stupid things I do. Come to think of it, last two years we never had a fight. Not even a misunderstanding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She takes me with her to do all her shopping and I get to pick her clothes and accessories. I get to choose the colors too. I never felt so sure about anything in my whole life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m falling for her. Falling truly madly deeply in love with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally one hundred percent committed to her….MY BLOG…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Suresh and Garima thanks for giving me this idea… Yes, your comments on Quest for Love made me write this... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-215658830103672426?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/215658830103672426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=215658830103672426' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/215658830103672426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/215658830103672426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/04/committed.html' title='COMMITTED'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-6868145446560435256</id><published>2009-04-27T10:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:26:16.620+05:30</updated><title type='text'>GOOD, BAD AND THE UGLY (revisited)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this highway not very wide but dark, running through a beautiful country side. All kinds of cattles and flocks one could see on the sides of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A raft of ducks making their way to the pond and they have to cross this not so happening highway. (No no this aint no "Duck Tales" with huey, dewey and louie&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is not another boring day, and when the raft was halfway down the road, a car cruises and fluf fluf.. screech..bak bak bak.. well dont worry! no one is hurt. Just that one of those ducks,  a little duck got stranded on the wrong side of the road. With the raft proceeding towards the pond, the little duck left stranded desperately tries to cross the road, unaware of the truck gaining towards it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sends...&lt;br /&gt;Swoosh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good as his natural self was walking on the road side enjoying the beauty of the country side whistling merrily. Bah! he sees the little duck frantically crossing the road and there is this speeding truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without thinking twice, Good plunges towards the duck, pulls it almost from the wheels of the truck, and rolls to the otherside of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good is pleased, duck is happy and God is proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swoosh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad was all crappy coz nothings happenin in the country side, he was kickin cans on the side of the road when our white duck frantically crosses the road. Bad sees the truck too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright atlast something is happening here, Bad pulls out his mobile shoots the duck getting crushed under the wheels, uploads the video on youtube, calls his friend and says "Dude check this out......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad is proud, duck is dead and God is ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swoosh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIRMAL [UGLY]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nirmal was a little gloomy walking on the side of the road, coz he is suffering a writers block, thinking about his next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats when he sees the little duck climbing up the road and the moment it starts its run, Nirmal notices the truck speeding towards the duck. He sees the duck, the truck; the truck, the duck, ahhgg!! the wheels and at the last minute,  when the duck is almost under the wheels, Nirmal takes the most difficult decision of his life yet, he plunges into a somersault his feet in the air, his right hand on the ground (in matrix effect), he collects duck in his left hand and safely lands on his feet on the other side of the road (And the crowd goes wild).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Phew! that was close duckie, welcome to my dinner".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nirmal got his post, duck will taste and God must be crazy!!!.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: No ducks were harmed in the process. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-6868145446560435256?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/6868145446560435256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=6868145446560435256' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/6868145446560435256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/6868145446560435256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-bad-and-ugly-revisited.html' title='GOOD, BAD AND THE UGLY (revisited)'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-3903541641449752093</id><published>2009-04-26T16:32:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:22:17.597+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All That Remains...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SfQ_tspxG7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/5d_vm354GXU/s1600-h/myrose+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SfQ_tspxG7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/5d_vm354GXU/s200/myrose+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328954313399147442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time I wake from slumber&lt;br /&gt;I have been in Darkness &lt;br /&gt;For so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time I stop seeking&lt;br /&gt;What I never had&lt;br /&gt;What I'll never Have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time I start picking up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;And take what&lt;br /&gt;Life throws at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time I move on&lt;br /&gt;She took the joy and laughter&lt;br /&gt;Whats left of me is&lt;br /&gt;Just skin and bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats a whole lotta skin&lt;br /&gt;I mean it guys, I seriously need to drop some weight&lt;br /&gt;I thought of having a six pack, guess I'll end up with a family pack instead... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-3903541641449752093?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/3903541641449752093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=3903541641449752093' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/3903541641449752093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/3903541641449752093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-that-remains.html' title='All That Remains...'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SfQ_tspxG7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/5d_vm354GXU/s72-c/myrose+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-1376972876795777201</id><published>2009-04-23T18:10:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:22:05.094+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Your Worst Nightmare</title><content type='html'>I was walking in a park. I came across some beautiful rose bushes. Red and white roses on either side of a straight path. I strolled down. It led me to a decorated arc, saying welcome. I could hear the soft music and cheers, I was pretty much sure there was a wedding going on. Then my best friend came running, "Hey... You are late...Where were you... I cant believe you are late for your own wedding." I had no idea on what was going on. My wedding? Then he pulled me to a room, I dont know why but I started wearing the black tux and everything. Then he handed me the ring. It was plain nothing fancy. It had some inscriptions. I looked closer... "Yours Forever and Ever"  Next thing I knew I was standing in the alter, still wondering who's gonna be my bride.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Da Dum-da-Dum Da Dum-da-Dum" Thats the wedding music, well what did you expect. I'm no A.R.Rahman...&lt;br /&gt;I was so eager to look at the bride. I slowly turned, everyone's eyes were fixed on her. I stoped at her feet, my heart racing... I blacked out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes to a room with a heart shaped bed with roses and stuff. I still had no clue about the bride. I could hear all the giggling and foot steps behind the door. She was wearing gagra choli I couldnt see her face. I know, it was a christian wedding earlier and now she's wearing this.Its a dream,expecting rational explanantion is prohibited. There was someone else behind her, holding her hand. The girl rised her head to look at me. You wouldn't believe it. It was Jessica Alba with bindhi, bangles and all that traditional things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SfBifuQRGTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/deQDpLOwJQ0/s1600-h/Jessica_Alba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SfBifuQRGTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/deQDpLOwJQ0/s200/Jessica_Alba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327866656311023922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the door being locked from outside. That someone behind her was still there. Am I getting a double package on my wedding night? And that someone stepped away from Alba....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAhhhhhh... I woke up with a scream. I was breathing heavily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn you Cash Warren!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SfBjFKssQcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/t83Fs5u2zcw/s1600-h/jessica1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SfBjFKssQcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/t83Fs5u2zcw/s200/jessica1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327867299601596866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-1376972876795777201?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/1376972876795777201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=1376972876795777201' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/1376972876795777201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/1376972876795777201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/04/your-worst-nightmare.html' title='Your Worst Nightmare'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SfBifuQRGTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/deQDpLOwJQ0/s72-c/Jessica_Alba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-6436236824064822233</id><published>2009-04-19T08:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:21:53.202+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Summer of 99</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SeqXq-uZTyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9mD7PBsyu1k/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SeqXq-uZTyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9mD7PBsyu1k/s200/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326236273966927650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the little kids enjoying the summer vacation brings back the memories of stolen childhood. I would always love to be the little boy dallying around with not an ounce of care or remorse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cricket at wee hours of the morning&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast at unearthly hours&lt;br /&gt;Fishing&lt;br /&gt;Watermelons&lt;br /&gt;Jungle book&lt;br /&gt;Tales Pin&lt;br /&gt;Duck Tales&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at friends place&lt;br /&gt;Stolen Mangoes&lt;br /&gt;Aimless wandering&lt;br /&gt;Comics&lt;br /&gt;Phantom&lt;br /&gt;Mandrake&lt;br /&gt;Dooba Dooba – Silk Route&lt;br /&gt;Oh Sanam – Lucky Ali&lt;br /&gt;Sea Hawks&lt;br /&gt;Tele Match&lt;br /&gt;ChandraKantha&lt;br /&gt;Knight Rider. The one with David  Hasselhoff not SRK. I dint know this guy’s name until I saw him in you know what... C’mon who gives a damn about talking car; I wanna see the blondes in slow motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man we were killing time&lt;br /&gt;We were young and restless&lt;br /&gt;We needed to unwind&lt;br /&gt;I guess nothing can last for ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I had a choice&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I would wanna be there&lt;br /&gt;Those were the best days of my life&lt;br /&gt;Back in the summer of 99&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-6436236824064822233?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/6436236824064822233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=6436236824064822233' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/6436236824064822233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/6436236824064822233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer-of-99.html' title='Summer of 99'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SeqXq-uZTyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9mD7PBsyu1k/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-2571985641207016501</id><published>2009-04-17T20:05:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:16:17.406+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Superman</title><content type='html'>I heard this somewhere,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ego&lt;br /&gt;Money and&lt;br /&gt;Good physique is like underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Man should have it. But shouldn’t show case it unless he’s a super man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SeiUaCtmjXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Hjzu-9ysLXc/s1600-h/superman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SeiUaCtmjXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Hjzu-9ysLXc/s200/superman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325669734491262322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about super man,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man 1 – It’s a bird&lt;br /&gt;Man  2 – It’s a plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man 3 – No… You guys need spectacles…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C’mon how on earth a man flying with his hands straight ahead resembles a bird worse yet a plane. I would buy that if he flew with his arm stretched on his side like this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SeiUlak4f5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/mndqLA67D2w/s1600-h/17pic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SeiUlak4f5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/mndqLA67D2w/s200/17pic4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325669929875701650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you wondered, he takes the bullets in his chest and dodges when some one throws the gun at him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know his usual line before he starts flying? I’ll never be able to figure that out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up… [Still on the ground]&lt;br /&gt;Up…. [Still on the ground]&lt;br /&gt;And away… [There he goes]  Starting trouble may be?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cape he wears, doesn’t it disturb him when fighting the bad guys. Isn’t it strange that it never gets entangled in transmission lines…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He uses his x-ray vision to look into girl’s locker room and shy away as if it was by accident. Why doesn’t he use this vision to find the bad guys having kryptonite instead?Coz he’s a pervert, no he’s superman… So he’s gotta be super pervert…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies are beyond logic… Like light saber, brother who’s a talking mouse, robot cop,Mutant with steel claws at wrong places, Dinosaurs and smart women…: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who try to make it credible. Like a car that could take you anywhere in time [Robert Zemekis’ Back to Future] or a machine that would help you do the same [Simon Wells’ Time Machine] no, superman doesn’t need any of those. He doesn’t need any gizmos, that’s why he’s the superman. He would  fly around the earth so fast reversing the spin of the earth. That would reverse time…? How lame is that…&lt;br /&gt;[ Superman the movie 1978]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-2571985641207016501?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/2571985641207016501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=2571985641207016501' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/2571985641207016501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/2571985641207016501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/04/superman.html' title='Superman'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SeiUaCtmjXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Hjzu-9ysLXc/s72-c/superman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-2463620779079014599</id><published>2009-04-15T11:45:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:21:41.022+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Movie Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Since the popcorn incident, I have been thinking, which I usually don’t do. We see lots of movies and there are few scenes that are simply hard to forget. So I dedicate this post to all those cool movie lines and scenes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hitch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SeV99h4qVqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ZZm2pBJTy6Q/s1600-h/2432992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SeV99h4qVqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ZZm2pBJTy6Q/s200/2432992.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324800630456997538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will Smith says this when he jumps in front of Eva Mendes’ car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because that's what people do. They leap, and hope to God they can fly, because otherwise you just drop like a rock, wondering the whole way down, why in the hell did I jump? But here I am, Sarah, falling, and the only one that makes me feel like I can fly... is you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 things I hate about you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SeV9ydigSiI/AAAAAAAAAEo/A8Y2Jj_4CTs/s1600-h/heath_ledger4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SeV9ydigSiI/AAAAAAAAAEo/A8Y2Jj_4CTs/s200/heath_ledger4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324800440311761442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Julia Styles poem to Heath Ledger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the way you talk to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And the way you cut your hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I hate the way you drive my car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when you stare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate your big dumb combat boots, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the way you read my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I hate you so much it makes me sick; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It even makes me rhyme. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when you lie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when you make me laugh, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even worse when you make me cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I hate it when you're not around, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the fact that you didn't call. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The Notebook:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SeV9nYwIzgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/H0RalS4Fizg/s1600-h/2004_the_notebook_wallpaper_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SeV9nYwIzgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/H0RalS4Fizg/s200/2004_the_notebook_wallpaper_0011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324800250048204290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachael McAdams and the male lead’s conversation. Come on guys, I watched the movie for Rachael McAdams, who cares about the male lead?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachael is Allie and the guy is Noah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noah&lt;/span&gt;: Would you just stay with me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allie&lt;/span&gt;: Stay with you? What for? Look at us, we're already fighting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noah&lt;/span&gt;: Well that's what we do, we fight... You tell me when I am being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you are a pain in the ass. Which you are,  99% of the time. I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a 2 second rebound rate, and then you're back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allie&lt;/span&gt;: So what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noah&lt;/span&gt;: So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. We're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, for ever, you and me, every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sin City:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SeV9bSNSvkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Gl8cngdDbKk/s1600-h/2005_sin_city_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SeV9bSNSvkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Gl8cngdDbKk/s200/2005_sin_city_002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324800042133012034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite lines from the movie. Goldie is murdered and Marv goes on a revenge spree killing his way to the top cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Priest&lt;/span&gt;: ...ask yourself if that corpse of a slut is worth dying for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marv&lt;/span&gt;: Worth dying for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[shoots the priest] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marv&lt;/span&gt;: Worth killing for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[shoots him again] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marv&lt;/span&gt;: Worth going to hell for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[shoots him again] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marv&lt;/span&gt;: Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S. I Love You:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SeV9K2FyqoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/157VhORnjOU/s1600-h/The+Movie_+P.S.+I+Love+You__62959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SeV9K2FyqoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/157VhORnjOU/s200/The+Movie_+P.S.+I+Love+You__62959.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324799759707449986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Gerard Butler holding Hilary Swank’s shoulders,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know what I want, because I have it in my hands right now. You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of thinking and gonna end this one here. Guys feel free to remind of things I missed out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-2463620779079014599?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/2463620779079014599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=2463620779079014599' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/2463620779079014599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/2463620779079014599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/04/movie-quotes.html' title='Movie Quotes'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SeV99h4qVqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ZZm2pBJTy6Q/s72-c/2432992.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-4547302593623351473</id><published>2009-04-13T19:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:01:30.727+05:30</updated><title type='text'>PoPKorN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day, my friend asked me go to a movie with him. I have already seen that movie. It’s not the kind of movie you would watch again. Who am I kidding…? Not even once. So there he goes, dragging me all the way to the theatre. The theatre was flooded by movie goers, still in high hopes fooled by the trailer. I said, “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;There’s no way we could get tickets today&lt;/span&gt;” He said, “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Don’t be so negative. We are so watching this movie today&lt;/span&gt;” “Saar buy some popcorn… Its only 10 rs a packet” “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Here we stand with no tickets, you want us to buy popcorn&lt;/span&gt;” I said. My friend, “Don’t take it out on him. We will get the tickets somehow, so buy the popcorn” “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Get the tickets first, I will buy popcorn later&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In another 10 minutes the counter was closed. I was happy, I’m gonna go home and get some sleep. All the disappointed people cleared the counters. Ah, this is lot better than the faces I saw after the movie. These people dont realize how lucky they are than those who bought the tickets. I said, “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Let’s go home man, the suns trying to suck out my brain… Poor thing, how would it know? My boss ate that for lunch yesterday&lt;/span&gt;.” But he gave me that face, you know, somebody invites you a birthday party, everyone else gets a piece of the birthday cake and you dint. He gave me that face. Alright I’ll get two black tickets, I said to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s easy to spot them. It really baffles me; you could easily pick them out in a bunch of hundred people. I was surprised at the price he demanded. Ticket costs only 90 and he wanted 150. I’m not paying that for much for this movie. My friend, “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Come on yaar, don’t make a scene. Pay him already. Let’s go inside&lt;/span&gt;” I hadno choice. I don’t know where the popcorn guy came from; he was back at it again. I was nettled. “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;How much is the popcorn really? 2 rs and your selling it for 10 rs eh&lt;/span&gt;?” My friend had to drag me to the queue where people were waiting to get inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were waiting in the queue, another five minutes had passed. Here comes the popcorn man again. This time with a low voice, “Saar… You said you would buy popcorn if you had the tickets…” I was kind of sorry for him now but that’s not gonna make me buy that popcorn. “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Sorry yaar. I don’t have any change&lt;/span&gt;.” He left without saying a word. We were nearing the entrance. My friend got a call. He face changed. First time I saw him smile today. He said, “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Dude Ashanka wants to see me. I have to go man…&lt;/span&gt;” “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;You can’t leave me like this dumbo&lt;/span&gt;.” “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Please understand, she’s my girl friend. I have to go…&lt;/span&gt;” I was confused, what hell just happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guy standing behind me, pushed me in. I entered the theatre and started looking for my seat. I was cursing my self for spending 300 bucks for a worthless movie which I have watched already. I found my seat. Holy Bijeesus, a cute girl in a white whatever you call it and dark jeans was in the next seat. I took my seat. I was giving thumps up looking at the dark ceiling. Okay I was thanking God. I was like, talk to her, talk to her come on. I was nervous; this is the first time I’m in a situation like this. Then a crazy thought came over my mind. Is she with her boy friend? I leaned and looked at the person sitting next to her. Oh yeah, it was another girl. I think they were friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave another thumps up and started preparing myself. “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Hi… My name is anand&lt;/span&gt;” No… Its too obvious. It has to be something spontaneous. What am I suppose to talk about? About this movie? No, girls don’t like people who talk bad about things and there’s nothing good in this movie to talk about. Come on it’s a theatre, you are watching a movie… think ! think! Be spontaneous. Hey if you don’t talk to her in next five minutes, you won’t talk to her ever… My heart was beating fast. My forehead was drenched in sweat. I wiped my forehead. How hard could it be, come on. Be spontaneous. I mustered up some courage and said, “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Would you like to have some popcorn…&lt;/span&gt;?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh-My-God…Why on earth did I say that?  I don’t have any popcorn. Everything happened outside, ran across my mind in nano seconds. I turned face to the other side in a jiffy. I was looking at the dark ceiling, “Why?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-4547302593623351473?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/4547302593623351473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=4547302593623351473' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/4547302593623351473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/4547302593623351473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/04/popkorn.html' title='PoPKorN'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-1348518767355038412</id><published>2009-04-11T20:34:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:47:07.518+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Exchange</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was late night. A sharp whistle was heard. It was followed by a cough, few yards away. A tall frame of a silhouette moved in the dark. The tall frame said, “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;When the clock strikes ten&lt;/span&gt;.” Another voice said, “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Its time to get the job done&lt;/span&gt;.” A short frame came out of the darkness. The Tall frame, “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;You got the code correct. I couldn’t beli&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;eve they accepted you in the gang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Short one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;t’s a privilege working with you people. Given a chance I’ll prove my loyalty to the gang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;You know what they will do to you, if the plan goes wrong?  Consider yourself dead if this blows out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.” “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm totally aware of that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;replied the short one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;My package…Is it ready&lt;/span&gt;?” “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Eh…No… I tried…&lt;/span&gt;” “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;What!!! Don’t screw with me. I don’t need any lame excuses. I pay you, you get me what I want. It’s as simple as that.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I couldn’t arrange for it in such a short notice. You will have them tomorrow morning&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I better have that tomorrow or else&lt;/span&gt;” “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I swear you will get them tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;.” “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;One more thing, no one else but the gang should know about this&lt;/span&gt;” “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;No one will know&lt;/span&gt;” The tall one grabbed the short one’s shoulder and pressed it hard, “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;If its all spoiled, I’ll take care of you myself&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tcchhh… Lights every where… Both are blinded by the sudden flood of light in the darkness. They cover their eyes with their hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Who’s there? Bubbloo, Dev what are you doing here?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Gr…Grandpa we were…&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dev interrupted, “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Grandpa we heard noises back here. That’s why we came here to check if it’s alright&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandpa, “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Its late, you kids should be in bed. Now go to your room…&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow was Grandpa’s birthday. All the grand children were planning to throw a surprise party. If you are wondering what the package was…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SeCy5-86-oI/AAAAAAAAADw/pwTEYdahEUo/s200/laddu.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323451468772735618" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-1348518767355038412?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/1348518767355038412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=1348518767355038412' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/1348518767355038412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/1348518767355038412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/04/exchange.html' title='The Exchange'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SeCy5-86-oI/AAAAAAAAADw/pwTEYdahEUo/s72-c/laddu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-7916294560265916623</id><published>2009-04-10T08:34:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:20:45.533+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/Sd64EoSoqnI/AAAAAAAAADY/52lNN5BtJJ8/s200/weisse_rose.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322894199273073266" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been waiting. Taking down time by one second at a time. It’s been quite a while and I m still waiting. The freakiest part is when you are waiting, every one else seems so occupied with their work. It feels like you are the only poor soul sitting there wasting time, doing nothing. I have my limits too. You cant leave coz you have been waiting for it all this time and if you leave, it would just make this time go worthless….You want this badly, you just cant walk away…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I plugged my i-pod. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pnkvhi1XOR8"&gt;Vanessa Carlton – A thousand miles&lt;/a&gt;, one of my favorites. I never fail to listen to this when I am driving at night. It doesn’t seem good right now. I’m annoyed to no end. I pull out the ear plugs and throw them. I slam my hand on the table, I just couldn’t take it anymore. An elderly couple having their lunch in the next table was startled by the bang. I picked up the white rose, which I bought on the way here. Its gonna pay the price. To the couple’s surprise, I started pulling out petal after petal…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started muttering; my schezwan fried rice will come or will it not. Will it come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/Sd64SE0Rs1I/AAAAAAAAADg/o3BXLT17DZE/s200/img_2444c.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322894430268666706" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-7916294560265916623?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/7916294560265916623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=7916294560265916623' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/7916294560265916623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/7916294560265916623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/04/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/Sd64EoSoqnI/AAAAAAAAADY/52lNN5BtJJ8/s72-c/weisse_rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-3468540598079091417</id><published>2009-04-09T17:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:27:12.735+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blood and tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/Sd3hYthQowI/AAAAAAAAADQ/D2zGIueqxkY/s1600-h/sit1t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/Sd3hYthQowI/AAAAAAAAADQ/D2zGIueqxkY/s200/sit1t.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322658149274002178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The evening breeze was cold. Twilight was creeping over. Priya rested her head on Rahul’s shoulders. Rahul was holding her hand, toying with her fingers. They sat there in silence, in each others company. Rahul meant the world for Priya. She really wished she could stay here with him, like this for all the rest of time. The noise around them hushed down. It was late in the evening, people began to leave. Priya staring at the rolling waves got a little anxious. She popped out a question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;How much do you love me&lt;/span&gt;?”  “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Ugh…&lt;/span&gt;” Rahul was quite surprised by the question. He gave her a puzzled look. “You see this mighty blue sea…” She spread both her arms wide apart “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I love you that much. How much do you love me&lt;/span&gt;?”  Rahul showed his fist, “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;This is how much I love you&lt;/span&gt;”. Priya was taken aback by his gesture. She was staring at his fist, almost at the verge of crying. Rahul, “They say a man’s heart is the size of his fist and I love you with all my heart” he broke a smile. Tears rushed down her cheek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Hey what are you doing? Cant even do a thing properly. Good for nothing&lt;/span&gt;” Sameer. It was this shout that brought Priya back to reality. She tried to wipe her tears; she felt a sharp pain in her finger. She cut her finger doing the vegetables. It’s only then she realized why Sameer was shouting at her. Sameer came back with the first aid box. “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Why cant you concentrate on what you are doing? Always lost in thoughts&lt;/span&gt;” Sameer. He took a bandage and started dressing her finger. Sameer was a strict disciplinarian. He was brought up that way. It’s been a week since their marriage; Priya was still scared of him. Sameer’s phone rang. Priya with a hushed tone, “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Your ph..phone is ringing&lt;/span&gt;.” Sameer still dressing the wound, “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I know… Whoever it is can wait... Nothing is more important than my wife&lt;/span&gt;.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-3468540598079091417?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/3468540598079091417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=3468540598079091417' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/3468540598079091417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/3468540598079091417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/04/blood-and-tears.html' title='Blood and tears'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/Sd3hYthQowI/AAAAAAAAADQ/D2zGIueqxkY/s72-c/sit1t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-8819547557590098054</id><published>2009-03-20T20:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:45:42.029+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MIRROR OF THOUGHTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/ScOy7EAJbSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Xt0ACXwr5Jw/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/ScOy7EAJbSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Xt0ACXwr5Jw/s200/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315288712983702818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The girl who haunts &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My days and dreams&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I see her every day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A smile from the corner of her lips&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Could take my breath away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I never told her the way I felt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In her presence my heart just melts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Guess I was a little too late&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She was in love &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With someone else&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wasn’t jealous, I wasn’t sad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There’s nothing more that I wanted&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Than to see her smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He dint realize what he had&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Was stupid enough to make her cry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wanted to be the one to hold her face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Be the one to catch her tears&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No matter how hard I try&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll never be able to tell her&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Coz I’m just another wardrobe mirror…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-8819547557590098054?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/8819547557590098054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=8819547557590098054' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/8819547557590098054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/8819547557590098054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/03/mirror-of-thoughts.html' title='MIRROR OF THOUGHTS'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/ScOy7EAJbSI/AAAAAAAAADA/Xt0ACXwr5Jw/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-156930084440227517</id><published>2009-03-15T03:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:21:12.528+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Romance and Cigerettes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;      The Car came to a rolling stop. Sameer got down and walked to the front. With his back against the bonnet, he stared at the waves. Waves of the mighty blue ocean, clasping each other, trying to get shore. It’s been so long since the last time Sameer came here. Years back, he used to come here with Archana every week. He loved coming here with her. Holding hands and walking along the shore, wetting their feet. Talking for hours, mostly inane stuff. He just loved to be with her, lost in these waves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      He pulled out a cigarette and placed it between his lips. His right hand now rummaged his pocket for the lighter. It had the alphabet A on it. Archana bought him that, hoping he would think of her every time he smoked. Hoping eventually he would quit. But that didn’t seem to happen. Archana was always bothered with Sameer smoking and Sameer knew that. She never him asked to do anything he didn’t like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      Things turn out pretty ugly when you let your ego get the best of you. Sameer learnt that the hard way. He promised himself he would never let his foolish pride make decisions for him ever. Days rolled to years and there he stood reminiscing things he missed. He felt a comforting touch. “That’s strange. Cigarette in place and you are not smoking,” Nikitha, his wife. She gave him a tender smile. Sameer put his arm across her shoulders and moved her close to him. He leaned and kissed her forehead. Now staring back at the waves he said, “I’m gonna get over it.”  He threw the cigarette away,   “smoking that is…” He placed the lighter in Niki’s hands…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-156930084440227517?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/156930084440227517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=156930084440227517' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/156930084440227517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/156930084440227517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/03/romance-and-cigerettes.html' title='Romance and Cigerettes'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-3535542726518896251</id><published>2009-03-03T04:59:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-03T05:21:28.409+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE URGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;      Joe got down from the train. He knew he had very little time. He started to run, making his way through the crowd with great agile. He climbed three steps at a time, he had no time to walk, staring at the strange faces. He got out of the station, picked up his pace; he knew he has only few minutes. His heart pounding fast, adrenalin rushing to his head, he ran, ran like the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;     He was running on the sidewalk like a mad man chased by an ogre craving for blood. He pushed himself to run faster, he has to make it in time. Just around the corner was the coffee shop which was almost like his second home. He spent most of his time from office here. This is where he met Rachel. He had a date tonight. He saw her through the window. She caught sight of him. Joe slowed down.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;A woman with a baby carriage was moving across him. She was totally fixed on the baby and wasn’t aware of the speeding Joe-truck. Joe calculated his steps. When he was close to carriage, he sprang like a wild cat. He cleared the carriage clean. Rachel was startled she stood up and waved at him. Joe took no notice of her. He started picking up his pace again. He ran with every ounce of energy left in his body.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Joe got to his house. He threw the doors open. Within seconds a beastly holler so sickening was heard. Then aaaaaughhh….. A humongous sigh of relief….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/Saxve5lkVMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u9dVWKrUKYU/s1600-h/42-15214629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/Saxve5lkVMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u9dVWKrUKYU/s200/42-15214629.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308740637408122050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://govindvijay.blogspot.com/"&gt;This guy&lt;/a&gt; gave me the idea...&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/6556000463507050323-3535542726518896251?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/3535542726518896251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=3535542726518896251' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/3535542726518896251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/3535542726518896251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/03/urge.html' title='THE URGE'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/Saxve5lkVMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/u9dVWKrUKYU/s72-c/42-15214629.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-8899752222140175650</id><published>2009-02-26T10:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-26T10:44:59.065+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Songs That Go Round and Round In Your Head</title><content type='html'>There are quite a few songs, you wont be able to get outta your head, You listen to them once and it keeps running through your head for days. You keep singing them sub consiously, humming them in your bath room. you know what I mean right... This post is dedicated to all those songs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Minnale - May Matham[Best heart broken song ever made]&lt;br /&gt;2.  Euphoria - Mai Ri[ Most of the words I dont even understand, I still love this song]&lt;br /&gt;3.  Don McClean - American Pie&lt;br /&gt;4.  Goo Goo Dolls - Iris [Movie - City of Angels]&lt;br /&gt;5.  C21 - You are the One&lt;br /&gt;6.  MLTR - More than a friend&lt;br /&gt;7.  Rascal Flatts - What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;8.  Outlandish - Aisha&lt;br /&gt;9.  Ronan Keating - When you say nothing at all[ Movie - Notting Hill]&lt;br /&gt;10. John Mayer - Your body is wonderland&lt;br /&gt;11. Nickelback - Faraway&lt;br /&gt;12. Creed - With arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;13. Counting Crows - Accidentally in love&lt;br /&gt;14. Greenday - Time of your life [Boulevard of Broken Dreams came so close]&lt;br /&gt;15. Godsmack - I Stand Alone&lt;br /&gt;16. Evanescence - My Immortal [ The way Amy Lee sings the lines "Its been hard to tell my self that you are gone, I ve been alone all alone" gives you goosebumps]&lt;br /&gt;17. Aqualung - Brighter than sunshine.[ Movie - A Lot Like Love]&lt;br /&gt;18. Maroon 5 - She will be loved&lt;br /&gt;19. Puddle of Mudd - She hates me&lt;br /&gt;20. Hinder - Lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;21. Phil Collins - You ll Be in my heart&lt;br /&gt;22. Anggun - Snow on the sahara&lt;br /&gt;23. John Denver - Annie's Song&lt;br /&gt;24. U2 - Sweetest thing&lt;br /&gt;25. Rock On - Yeh Tumaari Meri bahtein&lt;br /&gt;26. Everly Brothers - Crying in the Rain&lt;br /&gt;27. Shania Twain - From this moment&lt;br /&gt;28. Metallica - Where ever I may roam. [ Awesome guitar solo]&lt;br /&gt;29. Ricky Martin - The Touch.&lt;br /&gt;30. Def Leppard - Two Steps Behind.&lt;br /&gt;31. Three Doors down - Here without you&lt;br /&gt;32. Chris de Burgh - Lady in Red&lt;br /&gt;33. Richard Marx - Right here&lt;br /&gt;34. Corrs - Runaway&lt;br /&gt;35. Life House - You and Me [Tough timing deciding between this and Hanging by the moment]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have limited myself to only 35 songs... Hope You guys add some more:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Cant help it masakali - Delhi 6... Sonam Kapoor is darn cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-8899752222140175650?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/8899752222140175650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=8899752222140175650' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/8899752222140175650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/8899752222140175650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/02/songs-that-go-round-and-round-in-your.html' title='Songs That Go Round and Round In Your Head'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-5708221312901443430</id><published>2009-02-18T10:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:21:01.498+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Not a Good Morning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Tied them laces up. “Rising Up… Straight to the top…” Eye of the tiger by Survivors. Never fails to get me in the mood when I’m jogging. It was early around six, dint expect him to be sitting on the bench. It was kinda strange… I have always seen him flaunting his washboard abs in a tight tee which he probably bought when he was ten. He wasn’t much of an acquaintance. Apart from the fact that we live in the same apartment, all I know about him is, he could win a Ryan Philippe look alike contest any day… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I don’t like him that much. Why...? Coz I hate him. Okay this story dates long back. I had a serious crush on this girl J, from our apartment. Let’s first define crush. You have feelings deep down under for a person. You are afraid you might blow it, but wind blows, so does season… Now it’s too late, and that person has found someone else. You are crushed and you brush it off by saying it was only a crush but it still hurts somewhere inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He moved in like 4 years before. I have absolutely no idea what happened. J and him hooked up. Within weeks they started going out and things got worse… Just when I went past him, he called out “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hey dude… You have second?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;” “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me? What? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;[monolouge - Oh Shut up!!] “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sure man…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;” I sat next to him. He continued “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Its J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;”[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;monolouge - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Don’t tell me you made her pregnant.] I clutched my fist. There’s a chance of one in a million, I could knock him down but also chances of 999999 in a million he would beat the living pulp outta me. He said, “ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;J dumped me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was thrown away …Oh dear Lord you have finally forgiven me. I was literally singing in my mind [Tats the way ah ahn ah ahn I like it ah ahn ah ahn] “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What happened …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;?” Phew…. Like I give a damn, I was so happy, it made my day. He said, “ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; don’t know… May be I’m not good enough for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.” “&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Whoa… Taken quite a few years to figure that out&lt;/span&gt;.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Not helping bro…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;” I have taken it too far I guess. Man, the look on his face…. “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Did She say why? May be its something you could work on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.” “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;She said I was irresponsible, insensitive and other things I dint even understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;” “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Tell me something I don’t know… If Webster made a dictionary to understand Women, He would be richer than Scrooge McDuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;” He made an desperate attempt to smile “ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I guess…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;” Now I was kinda sorry for him…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Some girls are like man eaters, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And I'm not talking about the whoa-whoa, here she comes kind of man-eater. I'm talking about the kind that uses your dignity as a dishtowel to wipe up any shreds of manhood that might be stuck inside the sink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;”. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Wow that’s a direct quote from Dr.Cox, I have no idea where it came from… May be the fact that I’m so addicted to SCRUBS and watch them over and over again] He was still looking down on the grass lost somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Incoming!!! Don’t panic it ain’t mortars. This must be the new girl mom was talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I’m tired of baby sitting this guy anyway. I called out to her, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Hey…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;” She stopped running, walked towards the bench. [car brakes] She was smiling at the moron sitting next to me, “Hi I’m S… I’m new here”. Just wait a minute… What the hell is happening here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I’m damn sure I was the one, who called her. What Am I? INVISIBLE…?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This guy who was almost in tears a minute ago, stood up with a bright smile, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Let me show you around"&lt;/span&gt;.They started jogging together.  Now you know why I hate this guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This story is supposed to be funny, so laugh anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Its fictional and any resemblance to people living, dead or in coma, it’s a mere coincidence. If you think its intentional, go ahead sue me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Song I’m listening to : C21 - U are the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The Lord of pure pukka putrid is back in town. This story &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://da3ps.blogspot.com/2009/02/white-rose.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;WHITE ROSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; is a must read...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This is another funny story I came across &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://itatemybrain.blogspot.com/2009/01/occupational-hazard.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;OCCUPATIONAL HAZARDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:19;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6556000463507050323-5708221312901443430?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/5708221312901443430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=5708221312901443430' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/5708221312901443430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/5708221312901443430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-good-morning.html' title='Not a Good Morning...'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-9098665778993163360</id><published>2009-02-05T18:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:20:49.599+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Lasts Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SYrr2drJ70I/AAAAAAAAACI/iGbr8hK8eRc/s1600-h/crying.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SYrr2drJ70I/AAAAAAAAACI/iGbr8hK8eRc/s320/crying.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299307232465907522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dark…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind blew up the curtain. Lights from the street crept in. He could see her standing by the window staring outside…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair, gently blown by the wind. Tears trickling down her chin …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was killing him, to stand there and watch her cry…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew, she deserved better than him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song I'm Listening: - Hinder – better than me…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-9098665778993163360?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/9098665778993163360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=9098665778993163360' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/9098665778993163360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/9098665778993163360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothing-lasts-forever.html' title='Nothing Lasts Forever'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SYrr2drJ70I/AAAAAAAAACI/iGbr8hK8eRc/s72-c/crying.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-1874317707246224671</id><published>2009-02-01T18:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:20:37.105+05:30</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM RANT</title><content type='html'>Brought into this world&lt;br /&gt;They say your born in sin&lt;br /&gt;Atleast they gave me something&lt;br /&gt;I din't have steal or have to win - Jon Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought into this world&lt;br /&gt;They say your born in tin&lt;br /&gt;Atleast they gave me jeera[sugar syrup]&lt;br /&gt;For me to swim within - Haldiram's rasgula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SYWm5thxjVI/AAAAAAAAACA/JWDhVLnR1f4/s1600-h/011143j05065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SYWm5thxjVI/AAAAAAAAACA/JWDhVLnR1f4/s320/011143j05065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297824047075265874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say I'm really wanted&lt;br /&gt;I'm a wanted man...&lt;br /&gt;I'm going down&lt;br /&gt;In a blaze of glory...&lt;br /&gt;Take me now&lt;br /&gt;But know the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Apologies to all Bon Jovi's  fan. It was hard for me coz am one too. I was literally holding the Haldiram's tin, striking a Hamlet's pose saying - "to write or not to write"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-1874317707246224671?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/1874317707246224671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=1874317707246224671' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/1874317707246224671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/1874317707246224671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-rant.html' title='RANDOM RANT'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SYWm5thxjVI/AAAAAAAAACA/JWDhVLnR1f4/s72-c/011143j05065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-369185047781106752</id><published>2009-01-28T19:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:20:17.895+05:30</updated><title type='text'>EPIPHANY– a SCI-FI story</title><content type='html'>My brother bought me a new mobile. I was so excited, I wanted to buy a sim and call my friends right away. You should know how it’s like to be the only person without mobile in a gang.  So I took my bike and drove to the mobile accessory store. I drove so fast, feeling the rush of wind in my face. I’m crazy but not crazy enough to strike a titanic pose, like MEG RYAN did in City Of Angels. I had to make some rash turns, yet I kept my pace. There’s a straight road ahead, a good 100 meters long. No stop signs! No speed limits! Ain’t nothing gonna slow me down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Suddenly I felt like I’m defying gravity. I looked down, the road wasn’t there. My bike was dragging me like it had a life of its own. Within seconds everything blacked out. BAAM!!  There I was standing outside a store with a banner saying “WE GOT EVERYTHING YOU NEED.”  What the hell just happened? I needed a sim so badly, I went in. There was an old man who greeted me, “What can I do for you sir?” Me, “I need a sim card.” Old man, “Sim card? This is a special store. So be careful what you buy”. He started tattling like those creepy movies. “I just need a sim card.” I bought the sim and stepped outside. I had the same feeling. Felt like I was caught in some sort of weird illusion. Everything blacked out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Come on… Stop it... ”giggles. I opened my eyes, “what the!! Shoo go away!” There was this little pug licking my face. I was lying on the road with my bike few steps away and a crowd with curious looks surrounding me. I got up checked my pockets, I still had the sim. I picked up the bike and drove home. I threw myself on the bed, pulled over the sheets. I turned round and round to get into a comfy position, I felt there was something else in bed. Scared, I threw away the sheets. It was the same pug, looking at me and wagging what I suppose was his tail. I’m not dumb. I have figured it out just like you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          I went to the bathroom, washed my face. I breathed in and out trying to relax. Then… I slapped myself hard and said, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I SHOULD HAVE BOUGHT AXE DEO!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-369185047781106752?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/369185047781106752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=369185047781106752' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/369185047781106752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/369185047781106752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/01/epiphany-sci-fi-story.html' title='EPIPHANY– a SCI-FI story'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-4570529960766245346</id><published>2009-01-10T10:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-10T10:48:41.776+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WHEN DARKNESS FALLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What is this buzzing sound in my head? I'm so numb, I can't feel a thing. Why is it so dark in here? My head hurts... Where am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Am I dead? I see a light, it slowly engulfs the whole room. It’s so bright, my eyes are nearly blinded and I turn away. I hear a voice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Is it Saint Peter? He's here, to take me on a ride to heaven. I pray that ride better be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Shelby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 350. Wait!... I can move my legs...I'm so scared, I can feel my heart beating fast. I'm not dead...They kidnapped me, it comes back to me now. I remember people were carrying me. They must have added something in my drink. What happened to my friends? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have seen this in movies. Chainsaw, far worse Hostel. A silhouette approached. Now I'm DEAD. They gonna kill me. "Go Away!!" I screamed. There was a silence. That thing whatever it was, stood there for a minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"What the hell where you thinking? You were so drunk last night, your friends had to carry you home. When are you going to grow up and be responsible?” My Dad. Blah, blah and more blah and then some more. It went on like it would never it end. Darkness, death, St.Peter, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Shelby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, Hostel with all that, what remains now is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;whacky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; look on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now I seriously wish it have been St.Peter or that freaky guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;who slaughters people in HOSTEL…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-4570529960766245346?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/4570529960766245346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=4570529960766245346' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/4570529960766245346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/4570529960766245346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-darkness-falls.html' title='WHEN DARKNESS FALLS'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-9098850223550569348</id><published>2009-01-04T11:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:19:32.839+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287319990917727234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SWBVhLB5BAI/AAAAAAAAABs/xG5a7Du_RUY/s320/2008_1208_slumdog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The only movie that has made an impact on me since Taare Zameen Par. This movie has it all. It has romance, humour and everything FULL ON!! Its good to see that kid who played Damodar in TZP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The million dollar question isn't the last one. Its when...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamal - come with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lathika - come with you?... where? And live on what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamal - love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey it got A.R. a golden globe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a must see for everyone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&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/6556000463507050323-9098850223550569348?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/9098850223550569348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=9098850223550569348' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/9098850223550569348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/9098850223550569348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/01/slumdog-millionaire.html' title='SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SWBVhLB5BAI/AAAAAAAAABs/xG5a7Du_RUY/s72-c/2008_1208_slumdog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-7376176902311753370</id><published>2009-01-04T11:29:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:19:59.023+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dog, a man's best friend… Hell YEAH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is kinda like a sequel to the previous post. If you consider reading this, take a peek at previous one, wouldn’t take long… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We all know about Joe deserting me at the party and Jimmy’s seasonal hormonal cravings. So, straight to the story, I was lying in the bed, pretty much upset over the way things rolled out. “Da-Da-Da - So she said what’s the problem baby…”  My cell phone rang. It was Joe. I picked it up, “Hi, Joe”. Joe on the other end, “Where the hell did you go yesterday?”  He dint even wait for a reply, he kept blurting out. “Man, it was awesome. I finally went past ‘Hi’ way past Hi… You wouldn’t believe I mustered up some courage and asked her out to a movie”. “Holy bijeezuz, what did she say? She said yes dint she?” Joe, “Well, actually no… But she said it would be cool, if we went out for a coffee sometime. We are going out; this Saturday and I could feel its going somewhere” “Atta boy Joe...” Joe, “Now tell me, where the heck were you?” “I wasn’t feeling well man. I came home and slept like a pig” with a forced giggle. I dint wanna ruin this moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Hey, Justin… Where’s Jimmy?” My dad yelled almost at the top of his voice. Damn, I left that flea bag on the streets. “Hey Joe, gotto go.” Did that rhyme? Jeez this aint the time to think about that. I hung up and rushed out. Shoot me if I’m dreaming. There is this cute girl playing with Jimmy and the other dog, I told you about. I went near her, guessing by expression on my face she asked, “Is it yours?” With a goofy face“Yup.” &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;[monologue: Come on Justin, be a sport, ask her name... Shut up]&lt;/span&gt;. She said, “Jimmy’s a nice dog.” “How d’you know his name?” &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;[Monologue: Damn!! Way to go Einstein, its on his tag.She’s gonna think you are a dork].&lt;/span&gt; Girl gave a laugh, “You can call me psychic, but I read that on his tag.” “Ha Ha Ha” &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;[monologue: Why the hell am I laughing, it’s not even funny. You are making me look stupid]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Girl, “So you always leave Jimmy like this in the streets?” &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;[Monologue: What the… she left her dog just like me. She has no right to ask me this, just because she thinks she got here before me. Gosh…Please don’t ask her that, Open your eyes Justin, look how cute she is. Say something…Anything… Oh my God, I make ROSS look better]&lt;/span&gt; Girl, “Is there a problem?” “Noo, Noooo. [forced giggle] You might think I’m stupid, when I say this&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;[ Okay you are doing fine. Buy some time ]&lt;/span&gt;  We limit their places to play, sleep and all that. I think pets should at least have the freedom to poop.” Girl laughing, “Freedom to poop? You are funny”. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;[Monologue: Yes I’m the funny man. Dunno why people rip into laughter at the very sight of me.]&lt;/span&gt; “I get that sometimes.” Girl, “I’m Kate.” “Justin.” Kate, “I’ll be here in the evening around five, walking Susie. I hope I’ll see you then” I just gave a friendly smile and a okay wink… Am I cool or what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what I call a happy ending. Joe got a date. I met Kate and Jimmy got the @$%&amp;amp; alright… alright… Susie…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-7376176902311753370?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/7376176902311753370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=7376176902311753370' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/7376176902311753370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/7376176902311753370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2009/01/dog-mans-best-friend-hell-yeah.html' title='Dog, a man&apos;s best friend… Hell YEAH!!!'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-2541849611060606878</id><published>2008-12-26T11:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-26T11:49:45.189+05:30</updated><title type='text'>DOG, A MAN'S BEST FRIEND...OR IS IT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The much awaited weekend arrived. I ve been waiting for this since monday. Taking a break from the mundane stuff and go craaazzzy. Okay, not that crazy, just a little bit, one 'a' and one 'z' would do the job. My best friend Joe, urged me to go to this party. Yeah party, go wild... thats what I thought. It was his friend's and I don't know him that much. And there we were, at the party. At first I was kinda happy, coz I dint knew a single soul there. If anything embarrasing happened like... I puked after a couple'a drinks which doesn't happen very often mind you, nobody's gonna nickname me or make fun of me for the next zillion years. When I was savouring this happy moment, SHE came. Joe's crush. He thinks she's an angel and she thinks he's a schmuck. I tried to talk but he just wouldn't listen. Ignoring me, He went for her to say 'Hi'. Trust me that is all the conversation they gonna have. He's been trying for three years now and never got beyond Hi. Hearing chuckles behind me I turned around to find out that I was the one being laughed at.One of them stepped out of the bunch approached me with a wide grin and said,"I'm Matthew and you can call me Matt". Still wondering why is he talking to me.I said "I'm Justin". Without paying any notice, he turned to his friends gave them a wink and said,"Are we here for the free booze,Justin?". The bunch burst out into laughter.Thats it man, who does he think he is? As if he's paying for it. It wouldn't have if that Joe dint abandon me.I went straight home, so much for the weekend so much for going wild...       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sunday morning,I went down for the coffee. My Dad had the newspaper, man I ve to wait for another hour to get my hands on them. Without taking his eyes off the newspaper," Why don't you take  jimmy for a walk?" "me?" Dad,"Yes. you...". Okay, atleast I'll have something to kill time for another hour. I put on my tees and started. My neighbour's kids playing in the mud,some stupid game. They waved at me saying hi. I just grinned,"Still playing in the mud..Jeez grow up..."I walked on and suddenly jimmy got away from me and started waging his tail and jumping around this @#$%&amp;amp;, sorry she-dog. I kept yelling, jimmy, come back jimmy,jiimmy... I guess the whole neighbourhood but jimmy heard it. Those Kids were now laughing at me, looking down on me though, they were shorter and practically, they had to look up. I walked back home wondering after this series of misfortunate events, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Whether to call my dog a best friend or my best friend a dog???        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-2541849611060606878?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/2541849611060606878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=2541849611060606878' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/2541849611060606878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/2541849611060606878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2008/12/dog-mans-best-friendor-is-it.html' title='DOG, A MAN&apos;S BEST FRIEND...OR IS IT?'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-909144697383660595</id><published>2008-12-19T16:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-26T12:25:12.889+05:30</updated><title type='text'>JUST ANOTHER SUNDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;Granny was rocking the chair preoccupied in knitting. Sam turned off the TV after the movie. His Mom was in the kitchen preparing dinner. With nothing to do, His Dad looked at him and gave a smile. Not just any smile, THE SMILE. Sam knew what was coming. “Dad please don’t, am already bored”. “Come on… you could learn a thing or two from your old man…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Dad, I’m not gonna do any of your stupid puzzles” Sam. “Listen kid, these things are really important. Problems are like women. They eat your brain, give you a big head ache. Smart ones solve it, the rest get married. So be a smart man, and solve this one.” “Henry, stop spoiling him,” Mom. Henry gave an annoying chuckle. There it is, the infamous people repeller. Sam never knew, was it the annoying sound or the bad breath. But it sure did the job. Now with Mom back in kitchen, Henry began…&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“If a 20 liter tank is filled at the rate of 2 liters per minute, it also leaks at the rate of a liter per minute. How long will it take to fill the tank?” Sam nettled by now “If&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the freaking tank is leaking, who the hell would try to fill it?”. “I guess the dumb married ones like your dad would ” Granny. They all heard chuckles from kitchen.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Dedicated to all those poor souls who had prepare for whatever reasons, knowing that its just another BULL……&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-909144697383660595?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/909144697383660595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=909144697383660595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/909144697383660595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/909144697383660595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-another-sunday.html' title='JUST ANOTHER SUNDAY'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-3472761280202851692</id><published>2008-12-05T11:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:32:21.981+05:30</updated><title type='text'>JUST NOTHING</title><content type='html'>With you&lt;br /&gt;Everything else is nothing&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is all I have&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-3472761280202851692?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/3472761280202851692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=3472761280202851692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/3472761280202851692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/3472761280202851692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-nothing.html' title='JUST NOTHING'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-178659661407290154</id><published>2008-12-05T11:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:11:12.484+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WITHOUT YOU...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/STi-m8YtqcI/AAAAAAAAABM/_5jcJHT0inE/s1600-h/sunset-04.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276176539718625730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/STi-m8YtqcI/AAAAAAAAABM/_5jcJHT0inE/s320/sunset-04.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The velvet sky adorns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A thousand silver stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It isn't the same without the moon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I standing on the shore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Staring at the sunset&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It isn't the same without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-178659661407290154?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/178659661407290154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=178659661407290154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/178659661407290154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/178659661407290154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2008/12/without-you.html' title='WITHOUT YOU...'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/STi-m8YtqcI/AAAAAAAAABM/_5jcJHT0inE/s72-c/sunset-04.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-4299808970105747621</id><published>2008-12-02T16:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:00:15.022+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SILENT TEARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/STi8W84aUyI/AAAAAAAAABE/q0VyxwTrBFk/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276174065950413602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/STi8W84aUyI/AAAAAAAAABE/q0VyxwTrBFk/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rain falls&lt;br /&gt;Leaving everything wet&lt;br /&gt;Bringing back memories&lt;br /&gt;Of days Never gone&lt;br /&gt;We sat together&lt;br /&gt;On an open chair&lt;br /&gt;I still remember&lt;br /&gt;the cool breeze and soft drizzle&lt;br /&gt;A promise sealed with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;A promise never to part&lt;br /&gt;A promise never kept&lt;br /&gt;Here I am again&lt;br /&gt;By myself on the open chair&lt;br /&gt;Rain falls&lt;br /&gt;Leaving my eyes wet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-4299808970105747621?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/4299808970105747621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=4299808970105747621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/4299808970105747621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/4299808970105747621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2008/12/rain-falls-leaving-everything-wet.html' title='SILENT TEARS'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/STi8W84aUyI/AAAAAAAAABE/q0VyxwTrBFk/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-7551337140824255144</id><published>2008-10-17T20:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-17T20:23:14.259+05:30</updated><title type='text'>GOOD, BAD AND THE NIRMAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOOD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; One fine morning, duck makes its routine trip to the pond. It has to cross a street to do so. It checks both sides. With no vehicles in sight, it starts to cross the street. When its half way on the street, a raging truck comes outta nowhere. The duck is terrified and stands still.....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He throws his stuff down and dashes towards the duck. He picks up the duck and springs to the other side. The truck roars by. He takes the duck to the pond and leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BAD:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One fine morning, duck makes its routine trip to the pond. It has to cross a street to do so. It checks both sides. With no vehicles in sight, it starts to cross the street. When its half way on the street, a raging truck comes outta nowhere. The duck is terrified and stands still.....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He lifts his sun glasses and moves it along his fore head where it is well placed in his thick curly hair. Takes his mobile, starts recording. The truck squashes the duck. He uploads it in youtube and asks his friends to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NIRMAL:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One fine morning, duck makes its routine trip to the pond. It has to cross a street to do so. It checks both sides. With no vehicles in sight, it starts to cross the street. When its half way on the street, a raging truck comes outta nowhere. The duck is terrified and stands still.....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nirmal drops his cigarette down, makes his move. He jumps in front of the speeding truck. He picks up the duck and rolls to the other side. There he stands with duck in his hand and smile on his face, craftily thinking about the  duck roast for lunch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-7551337140824255144?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/7551337140824255144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=7551337140824255144' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/7551337140824255144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/7551337140824255144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-bad-and-nirmal.html' title='GOOD, BAD AND THE NIRMAL'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-5175717548334569738</id><published>2008-10-17T19:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:52:51.769+05:30</updated><title type='text'>FROM THE DEPTHS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SPifn0a8A5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/iN8YAWdLc4U/s1600-h/razor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SPifn0a8A5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/iN8YAWdLc4U/s320/razor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258128071390397330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lonely vagabond lost&lt;div&gt;In the Darkness within me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pursuit of happiness seems faraway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I seek is Sanity...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-5175717548334569738?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/5175717548334569738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=5175717548334569738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/5175717548334569738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/5175717548334569738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2008/10/from-depths.html' title='FROM THE DEPTHS'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SPifn0a8A5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/iN8YAWdLc4U/s72-c/razor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-7470444769597214587</id><published>2008-09-21T06:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-21T12:53:47.867+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MY FIRST CRUSH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Inspired by my friend, I thought I would post something that would remind me of the good old days of my childhood.  Okay..To put it blunt, way back when I was total immature and a whacko. So, How about my first crush? Well there are two things. One this is my blog and I post whatever I want. Two is simple, a plain - why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first crush was like everyother whacko brothers of mine out there," My Teacher". [by the way its a she, I 'm straight as a ruler I mean the thing you use to draw lines, not the likes of Alexander]  .. I don't even know if I could call it a crush... Well, I was in my 3rd grade. This beautiful teacher handled....ummm.... I dont remember. It was long back when dinosaurs walked on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I do remember is that, she lived next door. She called my mom "Atthai". So literally that would make me, her " Atthai Paiyan". Yeah.. Lucky me... Her Classes were after the sleeping hour. A enthralled hour after lunch, when you get to sleep for the whole hour, no teachers no lectures. Man, I miss those days. But, now I get to sleep every hour in college. Still its Doggie sleep. I have to keep my ears and a half eye open, so I dont get caught by the Lecturers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The point is, when I wake up [ from the sleeping hour of course] Her face was the first thing I saw and I really liked that. So I guess I can count this for my crush....:=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-7470444769597214587?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/7470444769597214587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=7470444769597214587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/7470444769597214587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/7470444769597214587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-first-crush.html' title='MY FIRST CRUSH'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-6429910877121447487</id><published>2008-09-04T18:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-04T18:28:39.666+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WHAT AM I DOING HERE?</title><content type='html'>What am I doing here?&lt;br /&gt;What am I suppose to do?&lt;br /&gt;Somebody please help me&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost. I ain't got a clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are all these people?&lt;br /&gt;Are they friends or foe?&lt;br /&gt;Somebody please tell me&lt;br /&gt;I don't seem to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things change, people change&lt;br /&gt;After all the things&lt;br /&gt;Thats has been said and done&lt;br /&gt;Am I the same person I used to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know, who I am&lt;br /&gt;I dont even care&lt;br /&gt;Somebody please tell me&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-6429910877121447487?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/6429910877121447487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=6429910877121447487' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/6429910877121447487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/6429910877121447487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-am-i-doing-here.html' title='WHAT AM I DOING HERE?'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-5087502115004572285</id><published>2008-08-24T08:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-24T08:48:18.676+05:30</updated><title type='text'>PERFECT OPENING</title><content type='html'>I ve found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said journeys end in lovers meeting. what an extra ordinary thought. Personaly I have not experienced anything remotely close to that. But I'm more than willing to believe shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I'm constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was shakespeare who also said, love is blind. Now that is something I know to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   For some quite inexplicably, love fades. For others love is simply lost. And then of course, love can be also be found, even if just for a night. And then theres another kind of love, the cruellest kind. The one that almost kills its victims, its cold unrequited love. Of that I - am - an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us. What about our stories those of us who fall in love alone. We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones.we are the unloved ones. The walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a parking space.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                         -The Holiday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-5087502115004572285?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/5087502115004572285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=5087502115004572285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/5087502115004572285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/5087502115004572285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2008/08/perfect-opening.html' title='PERFECT OPENING'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-3816331247150652518</id><published>2008-08-24T08:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-24T08:42:22.020+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE NOTEBOOK</title><content type='html'>The movie is a romantic drama,a love triangle blended into perfect love story. Its starts in a hospital. There is this amiable old man reading a story to an amnesiac, an old lady. The story is set around 1940. It starts in a carnival.This is where Nova meets Allie and asks her out. Things start of fine as Nova and Allie fall in love. One night Nova takes her to a old broken manor. Nova's dream is to renovate this house. Allie says she wants a room with lakeside view for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Then it turns into a typical kollywood movie. Allie's parents don't like Nova cos he ain't rich. With things getting serious between Allie and Nova, they leave town. Before leaving, nova and Allie squabble and say things they don't mean. But Nova was still in love and so was Allie. He would write a letter everyday for a whole year. But it wont reach Allie, all thanks to her Mom. Nova would join the army, the world war II of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Years roll on, and Allie joins the service camp to help people who were injured in the war. There she meets Hammond. For hammond its love at first sight. They start dating and Hammond gets OK from Allie's parents cos he's damn rich. Allie says yes. Still wonderin g if it was for the big diamond or Hammond. Now Nova returns from war and his Dad selling his house would buy Nova's yet to be dream house - the old manor. Nova goes to the city for the house plans and accidentally catches Allie and Hammond kissing. Heart broken, he goes back renovating the manor, hoping it would bring Allie back to him. At some point you would know the old lady is Allie but what you don't know - who the old man is 'nova or hammond'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Nova transforms the old manor into an amazing place. Nova would have no intentions of selling the place. Newspapers have an article about him and his exquisite manor. With the wedding around the corner, Allie picking her wedding gown notices the article. She goes back to Nova, only to tell him that they were through. But it goes other way. They spend the most beautiful days of their lives. But now with Hammond, Allie's confused. She has to choose between the man she loves and the man she had given her word. Nova and Allie have this squabble again, and you get to hear one of best proposals in movie history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just stay with me.-stay with u? what for? look at us we are already fighting.thats what we do. we fight. You tell me when i'm being a arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you are a pain in the ass. Which you are. 99% percent of the time. I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings. I have a 2 second rebound rate and you start doing the next pain in the ass thing.-so what..?so its not going to be easy. Its going to be really hard. We may have to work this out everyday. But i wanna do that. Cos I want you. I want all of you. forever. just you and me everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Allie comes back to Nova. They live happily everafter untill she has this Amnesia. The story ends and we are back at the hospital. They have this candle light dinner and Allie's not sure what she's doing. She walks to window, its the same room with the lake side view. Looking at sunset, she says,"Isn't it beautiful?". Nova standing away from the window would be staring at her and say,"Yes it is". Allie gets back her memories and loses them in minutes. And you realise that Nova's been doing the story telling time and again just to have a couple of moments with his love. Movie has a melodramatic end. Its a love story and it should end that way right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-3816331247150652518?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/3816331247150652518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=3816331247150652518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/3816331247150652518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/3816331247150652518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2008/08/notebook.html' title='THE NOTEBOOK'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-5296546344923031738</id><published>2008-07-09T19:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-24T08:44:40.360+05:30</updated><title type='text'>DHASAVATHARAM - AN EPIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kollywood is currently obsessed with exhibiting who makes better movies. Making movies with whopping budget of 60,70 crores and best part is they actually gross more than that.&lt;br /&gt;Dhasavatharam is unquestionably a milestone in history of tamil movie. Hell with Bollywood, we are competing with Hollywood now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I thought this to be the first movie to employ butterfly theory. The theory states a butterfly flapping its wings in Rio de Janeiro might change the weather in Chicago. But heard from my friends that 12b starring Shyam was the pioneer, but its remake though. Train changed to bus and with prescribed Tamil movie content, it did well. Interested in this, you gotta watch movies like frequency and butterfly effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.Kamal Haasan has donned amazing 10 roles. He has reached a point that no one could possibly surpass. Especially the effort he had put in their accents was astounding. Chris Fletcher, Wincent Poovanathan and Balram Naidu were par excellence. Its evident that he has done more than his home work. Body langauge and mannerism of each character was distinct and perfect. Screenplay was spectacular(with capital s). With all that happening, he not only had connect the characters but also the incidents that happened around Tsunami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With seven of his movies nominated by India for oscars, four national awards for best acting, bagging 18 filmfare awards and Nayagan in the list of best 100 movies ever made reported by TIMES magazine, though entertained I was bit lowered with his movies that were influenced by the veteran actor Robin Williams' work. Like aavai shanmuki from Mrs.Doubtfire, Vasool raja from Patch Adams and Nammavar from Dead poet society.Now I can say this out loud not even Robin Williams would dare to do anything as Godzillicious as this. Bootylicious, Fergalicious and this wouldn't sound odd... I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-5296546344923031738?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/5296546344923031738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=5296546344923031738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/5296546344923031738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/5296546344923031738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2008/07/dhasavatharam-epic.html' title='DHASAVATHARAM - AN EPIC'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-2603600311654243560</id><published>2008-04-20T09:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-20T09:16:24.874+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IS LOVE ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;     I'm one of them, who are still in dilemma whether we control our emotions [especially love] or it controls us. People say that it just happens, thats why we say  I fell in love. But don't you think its odd, people also say we control our life and get to decide what we wanna do. So how come love just happens? When I asked some, they say its absolutely beyond physical attraction. Then what is love at first site?  I think, U should get to know each other first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Sometimes U feel like being ingored. Little things, that U might find interesting   but Ur friends and family won't give a damn about it. Its then u think u need someone to listen to U, console U and set U right. Everybody hopes to find sum1, to share their joy and sorrow. If that someone is ur gender, U call him Ur  best friend and if its not U call her Ur luv. Thats not fair. Why many of us fail to see that she too can be your best friend?And not Ur luv.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Many have misconceptions, they think their friendship is luv actually. But that person was just interested him coz they had same views, liked the same thing and the list goes on. Its not that bad to miscomprehend things but its worse when U end up broken hearted. Afficionados know the one thing  U won't forget is Ur first love,even U forget the moments with Ur friends. This is true. Its sick to just waste ur precious moments over puppy love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;    As far as I've known everybody believes in Love and the Best moment is when U realise u are actually in luv with someone. Sometimes U feel happy for Ur friend who's in luv. He's changed but in a good way, lets say he's refined whether his beloved sees this  change but he is. Many give up smoking, booze and things like that for love. Isn't that good? Most  of the people on earth have fallen in love but none could define love. Love is not a thing to define, its an emotion that will make say these lines,        &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;    "let me drown in ur laughter,&lt;br /&gt;     let me die in ur arms"  - John Denver.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And thats LOVE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You are not alone. There are a lot of stars in sky and one would sure be shining for U. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-2603600311654243560?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/2603600311654243560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=2603600311654243560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/2603600311654243560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/2603600311654243560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-is-love.html' title='WHAT IS LOVE ?'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-7841674584301518049</id><published>2008-03-29T18:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-29T18:50:28.010+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ADIOS... AU REVOIR... SAYONARA...</title><content type='html'>Familiar terms, we come across in a farewell party. Being the juniors, we had to organise a party  last week for the to be departed. Invitations were designed and delivered. The Big Day arrived and everyone was so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Events remained the usual farewell stuff. Gotta admit, I was a bit bored to witness them time and again. It started with the a speech from our HOD, all I could hear was LP's - Nobody's listening from nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    As events started rolling, they called in a freakishly fat dude on stage. The contest was, whoever lifts him gets a brownie. And for the girls, it was the infamous bun eating contest and loud whistle contest. Why don't they allow boys in these contests? Everyone knows, its our area of expertise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The much awaited Tug of War between the boys and girls. The battle of sexes. They were 5 girls ready on stage. What an enthusistic participation from the boys, just one on the other side. You do the math and guess who won...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Still wondering, why do they always call on a good singer and a really shy guy to sing?&lt;br /&gt;The latter would be like ' what the heck? Its our farewell, lets give it a try '. After the good singer is done, there would be definite second opinions ' Okay. I'm not singing. Not now. Not today '.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Nearing the end, one of our seniors, gave the valediction. He was talkin about their days under sun, the moments they shared, the fun they had. I could see few eyes briming with tears. Guess I'll never know what they feel, till I stand there next year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-7841674584301518049?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/7841674584301518049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=7841674584301518049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/7841674584301518049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/7841674584301518049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2008/03/adios-au-revoir-sayonara.html' title='ADIOS... AU REVOIR... SAYONARA...'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-7716558348337305823</id><published>2008-02-25T19:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-25T19:32:04.106+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning</title><content type='html'>Sunday Morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        It was December. Strolling down the lane, observing things that came into life after the mild rain that set in last night. I could feel the soused soil beneath my feet. So serene, as I walked by very much amazed to see the crystal dew drops on the lush grass, tears from heaven shimmering in the sunshine. May be one of  The Angels above was heart-broken, kept weeping all night. Apparent is the mind of the human, when he is happy, everything seems so joyful around him. When he is sad, you know how it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Right here, is Mr.Gupta's place. Amiable 60 year old having his morning tea and updating himself from the newspaper with his love for more than 30 years, Mrs.Gupta. Whenever I see them around I'm astounded. Never seen a lovely couple like them except in the movies. Not even my Mom and Dad, thats another story, a tragedy to be precise. They are so warm, gentle and young at heart. Every time I think about them, I just can't help it, like its outta my control, a smile creeps into my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Have you ever really stopped to see the tiny mushrooms on a tree trunk? Stark white amidst the brown bark. Even the mushrooms are not alone. Looking above I could see the birds fluttering to dry their wings. Getting ready for the new day. Clearly, what happened yesterday has no bearing. They start fresh everyday. Walking on, I see small fishes swimming towards higher land against the flow, trifling with the mighty water though never giving in no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Forever &amp;amp; For always, I would love the girl down the lane. And there she is playing with her pup, Ryan. She was caressing her hair blown by the gentle breeze. I longed to be that breeze, that whispers in her ear, makes her smile, caresses  her hair and just dies mutely. She then picked up Ryan, patted on his forehead and kissed him. I would trade, give away anything to be the little pup. She doesn't know I adore her. I never had the guts to verbalize the emotions saved deep down in my heart. I'm standing right here, just yards away from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The rain started pouring down... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Not touting but every para starts with my favorite track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-7716558348337305823?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/7716558348337305823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=7716558348337305823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/7716558348337305823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/7716558348337305823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday Morning'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556000463507050323.post-4951346359223312984</id><published>2007-10-25T16:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-25T16:42:44.077+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Romance in  Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;       Romance in  Spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      It was a day in Spring. The almanac has lied and the snows of winter, lay as if they never want to leave the Cross town. This is where Sarah lived. A young New York girl, knew not more than short hand. If she had been graduated in  Stenography, she would have acquired a desk job. She was a free-lance typist.  One evening she dined in the Schulenburg's Home Restaurant next door, found that the bill of fare was written in script unreadable. Next day she offered Schulenburg, a menu perfectly typewritten. This fetched her a job in the restaurant. She had to furnish type-written bills of fare, new ones for breakfast, lunch, dinner. In return Schulenburg sent her three meals per day by a waiter to her room.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     One afternoon, Sarah alone in her bedroom. She had nothing to do except for Schulenburg's menu cards. She sat in her rocker looking out of the window, the city was preparing for the arrival of spring. Spring's harbingers are too subtle to eyes, though she knew the spring was coming. This distressed her more. She wept rocking her in chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     On previous spring, she went to country-side for two weeks, and fell in love with a farmer, Walter franklin. She had  euphoric moments of her life with him. He would weave a crown of dandelions for her. He wooed and won her. They were to get married at the very first signs of spring. Here it is, the spring has come but not Walter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Then pulling herself together, she started typing menu. Just before the desserts, the list of vegetables- carrots, cabbage and..... She broke down, tears of despair. She hadn't received a letter from Walter since two weeks. The item that caused the trauma was DANDELIONS with some kind of egg. She forced back her tears, The work has to be done. She finished it and sent it to Schulenburg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The next day afternoon, just as usual Sarah was alone. Then she heard someone out her door. She knew the voice. It was Walter. She ran to door, opened it. Walter embraced her and held her like he would never  let her go. "Why haven't you written...why?" Sarah with burst of joy. "I came to your old address, then I knew you moved. Since then I've been hunting you in this big city" said Walter.&lt;br /&gt;"I wrote" said Sarah vehemently. "Never got it"was the reply."How did you find me?"" I dropped into the restaurant, next door. What I saw below cabbage, made me call the proprietor. He told me where you lived".Walter showed her the menu card. She was back in tears seeing it.What was below the cabbage?DEAREST WALTER WITH HARD BOILED EGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[read somewhere, sometime back]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6556000463507050323-4951346359223312984?l=nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/feeds/4951346359223312984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6556000463507050323&amp;postID=4951346359223312984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/4951346359223312984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6556000463507050323/posts/default/4951346359223312984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirmalanandtp.blogspot.com/2007/10/romance-in-spring.html' title='Romance in  Spring'/><author><name>ApocalypsE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14673697533030210620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PO_uOVutjq8/SkNe8gQtMWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x4fKNJG85wY/S220/Fire_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
