<?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-29196727</id><updated>2011-11-28T05:05:18.978+05:30</updated><category term='realize'/><category term='love'/><category term='worth'/><category term='difference'/><title type='text'>Loose Control...</title><subtitle type='html'>Yeah you read that right..its LOOSE CONTROL. This page is where my keyboard is gonna go loose, where I am gonna pen down my ideas on the pragmatic view of life, powerplay of teenage, adolescece and metamorphosis into Generation Next. This page is gonna bring you hard core realities, criticisms, illusions and disillusions of life and last but not the least the stories of the fun filled days of our last few school days.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>arijit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617575905964682001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29196727.post-473744557967701530</id><published>2009-05-15T17:18:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:12:55.387+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You gotta live in your dreams, dont make them so hard...</title><content type='html'>Hundreds of dreams&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of hope&lt;br /&gt;Myriads of expectations&lt;br /&gt;Months of hard work&lt;br /&gt;Days of planning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You plan&lt;br /&gt;You weave your dream world in the sky&lt;br /&gt;You live in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;You play with the angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day the balloons burst&lt;br /&gt;All dreams are gone&lt;br /&gt;Disillusioned&lt;br /&gt;You fall on the harsh ground of reality&lt;br /&gt;You feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;You feel hurt&lt;br /&gt;You feel the warm blood gushing out our face&lt;br /&gt;You feel the pebbles pricking&lt;br /&gt;Your mind gives up&lt;br /&gt;Your heart does not want to go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly and silently&lt;br /&gt;You get up&lt;br /&gt;You pull yourself together&lt;br /&gt;You have to go&lt;br /&gt;You cant give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you gonna face yourself???&lt;br /&gt;You gotta do it for yourself&lt;br /&gt;You have to try&lt;br /&gt;You have to pull yourself together&lt;br /&gt;You gotta WIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taste of victory is so sweet.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29196727-473744557967701530?l=arijitrockz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/feeds/473744557967701530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29196727&amp;postID=473744557967701530&amp;isPopup=true' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/473744557967701530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/473744557967701530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-gotta-live-in-your-dreams-dont-make.html' title='You gotta live in your dreams, dont make them so hard...'/><author><name>arijit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617575905964682001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29196727.post-9035625349587839086</id><published>2009-05-02T18:06:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-02T18:39:58.472+05:30</updated><title type='text'>once again!</title><content type='html'>Its happening all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, just what I had not wanted to happen anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe its happening to me again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same old cluttered mind, the same mixed emotions, the clash of egos, the fight of dilemmas, the sweetness, the bitterness, the excitement, the emptiness, the loneliness...its all coming back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it&lt;br /&gt;I love it&lt;br /&gt;Its perplexing&lt;br /&gt;Its enlightening &lt;br /&gt;It makes me sad&lt;br /&gt;It makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;Its a roller coaster ride!&lt;br /&gt;Its fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29196727.post-2640231624810654623</id><published>2009-04-10T15:42:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-02T18:18:08.107+05:30</updated><title type='text'>got through another year</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: times new roman;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&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;   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&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You possibly cannot keep them bottled up because they make u sad; they make u feel hurt…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You need to put them aside else they wont let you be in peace, wont let you rest, they wont let you stop thinking about them….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So what do u do????&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You blog! Especially if you have a blog which no one reads anymore since your last post was almost a year back and you really don’t want many people to read them…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Did I get myself through another year???&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh yes, almost a year did pass by.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A year I spent fighting the memories of my past, not knowing the present and clueless about the future. A year where I tried fruitlessly to forget things but they only added to my misery, my sufferings. I tried to remain tough but a weak, careless moment always caught on me bringing back those haunting memories and breaking my shield. I tried hard to burn the scenes from my memory but the ash and smoke made my eyes go wet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t take this anymore. Its time to get over with this. Once and forever. I want to live everyday as if there is no tomorrow. I don’t want to live in my past. I want to forget everything. I had already turned on a new page a year back but kept turning back to the older pages but now I am going to stick to my new page. I am going to make use of every opportune moment that comes my way and I can’t stop for anything. I don’t want to be restrained by anything ever. Once again I am going to follow my motto…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;                           ‘Remember you are born to live. Don’t live cos you are born. Don't go the way life takes you..., take life the way you go!!!'&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am going to hurt a lot of people around this time, cant be my own good self anymore; its way too demanding. I can’t care about making people around me happy anymore; I am going to have everything my way. I cannot care less about how people going to feel, because I have learnt that it really does not matter, you got to live your own life, and in that journey you are just alone and lonely. &lt;span style=""&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/29196727-2640231624810654623?l=arijitrockz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/feeds/2640231624810654623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29196727&amp;postID=2640231624810654623&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/2640231624810654623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/2640231624810654623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/2009/04/normal-0-false-false-false.html' title='got through another year'/><author><name>arijit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617575905964682001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29196727.post-6391093171156877442</id><published>2008-06-05T14:24:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-05T16:50:52.036+05:30</updated><title type='text'>While a year passed by...</title><content type='html'>Its been almost a year since i penned down my last post...long time eh????&lt;br /&gt;Long time indeed and perhaps the most happening year of my life...well not my life alone but most of my other contemporary friends. After a year, I am back with many differences in me,a year full of experiences in my kitty!!&lt;br /&gt;The last year has added a whole new dimension to my life, it has   opened up several new avenues for me. Firstly, the biggest transition of my life, the journey from school to college was accomplished!!!&lt;br /&gt;College!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The freedom!!!&lt;br /&gt;The oportunities!!!&lt;br /&gt;The responsibilities!!!&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of being self dependent!!!&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of being a Man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, being in college instills in us an amazing feeling and being in one of the best colleges in the region fills me up with a sense of pride. The lacking "female quotient" of the college being dissapointing is a kind of drawback but other prospects generously fill up the void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College has brought me out of the "elite" class education system of estemeed schools of the city and put me amidst students from the various corners of the society.It has taught me what the society is, its not all about "elite" groups but about gelling well people of all types and becoming a part of them without making people aware of what your past is, good or bad, elite or middle class...irrespective of everything, we have become one...&lt;strong&gt;humans, &lt;/strong&gt;the basic identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well., my point of view might seem a bit snobbish to many people, but these feelings are right from the heart, exactly what i felt, blame it on my background or my narrow mindedness...i cant care less...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new lot of friends, new ideas, new sentiments, new feelings, the old seeming  more distant and springing up new differences...not that i detest the old but perhaps i have realised the greatest truth of life..."change is the only constant in life...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The change of thoughts, the change of opinions, the growing maturity,the diversity in thinking and the overall gain in experience is what I have gained from the last one year and truly I couldnt have asked for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29196727-6391093171156877442?l=arijitrockz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/feeds/6391093171156877442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29196727&amp;postID=6391093171156877442&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/6391093171156877442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/6391093171156877442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/2008/06/while-year-passed-by.html' title='While a year passed by...'/><author><name>arijit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617575905964682001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29196727.post-7882586898332587967</id><published>2007-07-01T09:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-02T09:28:11.886+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Lost In Love...</title><content type='html'>[ Arijit here...i claim no originality for the post scribbled below...its been quoted from a story "Unreciprocated Love" by a person called "Sharon"...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  This post is meant for some special people who need to learn something...nothing personal described..as i said..it is quoted...&lt;br /&gt;only to show the greatness of the original author..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;br /&gt;“You'll never know how you make me feel, for I'll never tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know that when I'm with you I'm transformed into someone&lt;br /&gt;else, someone powerless who feels like she's drowning and can't save &lt;br /&gt;herself from the lure of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what that allure is that you possess, that affects me so. I&lt;br /&gt;only know that the blood races through my veins, transporting some sort &lt;br /&gt;of drug to my head, making me lightheaded but at peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you take me in your arms, it's like I melt into you, all reason and&lt;br /&gt;sense of time foregone until you leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm walking on air, your presence not so far away, the taste of&lt;br /&gt;your kisses still on my lips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I know I wont be at peace for long, as your absence reminds me that this love is unreciprocated. I only pass through your thoughts, don’t consume them like you do mine. Sweet torture is not far away, the wave of nausea inside if you were to tell me that I was not what you needed. I would rather not hear those words, for I can pretend in delicious moments that you feel the same way and that your loving &lt;br /&gt;caresses need no words to confirm that you love me wholly and &lt;br /&gt;unconditionally, the way I do you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it love I'm feeling, for what is love? Is it exclusive to those who have weathered the years and the turmoil together? Is it the safe togetherness two people acquire amidst a life of domesticity? Or is it simpler? Can someone completely take over your being in an instant and there is nothing you can do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me it is the knowledge that nothing you could do or say would relinquish this hold you have over me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been scruffy and unkempt and it made me want you just the same.&lt;br /&gt;……&lt;br /&gt;……&lt;br /&gt;Now that must be love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I know you can never feel this way about me. I know that as time goes by the pain will only get stronger, my defenses, already weak, become weaker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'll never tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you already know.....””&lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: some parts of the quoted text have been ommitted for some undisclosed reasons...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29196727-7882586898332587967?l=arijitrockz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/feeds/7882586898332587967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29196727&amp;postID=7882586898332587967&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/7882586898332587967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/7882586898332587967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/2007/07/lost-in-love.html' title='Lost In Love...'/><author><name>arijit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617575905964682001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29196727.post-6416576798058694499</id><published>2007-06-23T14:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-23T14:39:40.356+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worth'/><title type='text'>The end of romance?</title><content type='html'>I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They're all saying it these days -- &lt;br /&gt;in schools and colleges, &lt;br /&gt;in parks and restaurants, &lt;br /&gt;at workplaces and in bedrooms,&lt;br /&gt;over the phone and through the e-mail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They first say it as a declaration,&lt;br /&gt;then as an assurance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even people who normally don't converse in English, &lt;br /&gt;when it comes to expressing this primary emotion, &lt;br /&gt;prefer 'I love you' to its vernacular equivalent. &lt;br /&gt;Just as the way it happens in the movies: &lt;br /&gt;the hero or the heroine will flirt in the regional language,&lt;br /&gt;but the flirtation usually culminates&lt;br /&gt;with the mouthing of the inevitable&lt;br /&gt; 'I love you.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when people say &lt;br /&gt;'I love you' to each other,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;what exactly do they mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That they want to get married? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That they find each other irresistible?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Or is it an ex-pression of affection or admiration? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or an unstated agreement to have sex? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is bound to be as &lt;br /&gt;complicated as the definition of love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing is certain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years ago, when you said 'I love you', &lt;br /&gt;no matter what you meant by that, &lt;br /&gt;it was taken not only as a declaration &lt;br /&gt;of love but also of commitment.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; It was sacred as a vow. &lt;br /&gt;And you usually said it only once in your lifetime --&lt;br /&gt; to the person who eventually became your spouse.&lt;br /&gt; And the pleasure of saying it was similar&lt;br /&gt; to using a smuggled French perfume. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, you can get the same perfume &lt;br /&gt;in the neighbourhood departmental store.&lt;br /&gt; Similarly, 'I love you' is now a free commodity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Today,&lt;br /&gt;'I love you' no longer means &lt;br /&gt;you are the only one I love. &lt;br /&gt;It is only an ex-pression of feeling," &lt;br /&gt;says psychiatrist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People are in a great hurry to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;Having an affair has become a status symbol,&lt;br /&gt; especially on campuses.'' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, people are falling in love &lt;br /&gt; more often than ever before.&lt;br /&gt; And not just with one person. &lt;br /&gt;Today you might be in love with someone, &lt;br /&gt;but you are free to walk out if the relationship is &lt;br /&gt;stifling and fall in love with someone else. &lt;br /&gt;Unlike the days of the past &lt;br /&gt;when only death could do you apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean the present generation &lt;br /&gt;is less sincere when it says 'I love you'? &lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt; "They no longer say it to express a commitment. &lt;br /&gt;I believe they mean it when they say it," &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, with culture and tradition, &lt;br /&gt; relationships have become flexible too.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Take the case of my friend journalist &lt;br /&gt;who relocated in metro a year ago.&lt;br /&gt; Friendless in a new city,&lt;br /&gt; he took to the Internet chatrooms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he met Girl, 18, a student of College. &lt;br /&gt;They fell in love even before they met; &lt;br /&gt;and when they met,&lt;br /&gt; a passionate affair began.&lt;br /&gt; But in less than six months, &lt;br /&gt;she was gone, after having &lt;br /&gt;declared her love a million times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think she grew out of the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;But when she used to tell me 'I love you',&lt;br /&gt; I could see she meant every bit of it,"&lt;br /&gt; says my friend journalist, &lt;br /&gt; who nursed a broken heart for a &lt;br /&gt;while before moving on -- to other women, of course.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Today, both speak on the phone occasionally,&lt;br /&gt; like "good friends." &lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a filmi divorce story! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's how it happens these days, &lt;br /&gt; except in films where the girl and &lt;br /&gt;the boy fall in love and live happily ever after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rarely do we see a love affair culminating in marriage. &lt;br /&gt; Often we find that the victim of an &lt;br /&gt;unsuccessful affair soon gets into another one,'' &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I view this casual attitude of today's youth as a dangerous trend.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"When one runs from one relationship to another, &lt;br /&gt;it becomes a character trait,&lt;br /&gt; Only to be continued in future,'' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where does this leave love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My another friend said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''The word love means nothing to me at the moment,"&lt;br /&gt; "But I know when I meet my knight in shining armour, &lt;br /&gt;Then it will have a lot of significance. &lt;br /&gt;At this point in time, if someone said it to me,&lt;br /&gt; I would not believe him." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is simple -- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I love you' is no longer the smuggled French perfume.&lt;br /&gt; Say it to any woman today and&lt;br /&gt; She’s unlikely to be impressed&lt;br /&gt;Instead, she's likely to turn back and ask:&lt;br /&gt; "How many people you have said this to before?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, &lt;br /&gt;no one falls in love with a&lt;br /&gt; Tom, Dick or Harry these days &lt;br /&gt;-- something that still happens in movies, &lt;br /&gt;where a autorickshaw driver wins &lt;br /&gt;the heart of a millionaire's daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In real life,&lt;br /&gt; it's among equals (something that&lt;br /&gt; the strict father of the erring heroine&lt;br /&gt; is looking for when pushing her&lt;br /&gt; into a room and locking her up). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see this as a natural phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt; "By and large, we are drawn to people &lt;br /&gt;Who are compatible,&lt;br /&gt;Who we can relate to. &lt;br /&gt;That's the in-built safety mechanism love has. &lt;br /&gt;Unless it is an act of rebellion," &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you fall in love with and marry &lt;br /&gt; someone compatible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As long as you are in love minus the responsibilities, &lt;br /&gt; you are crazy about it. &lt;br /&gt;Once married, the colours start fading. &lt;br /&gt;Moreover,&lt;br /&gt; where is the time&lt;br /&gt; for romance after you have a child?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One women who, 17 years ago, &lt;br /&gt;fought with her parents &lt;br /&gt;and threatened them with dire consequences &lt;br /&gt;if they objected to her marrying the man of her choice.&lt;br /&gt; "Now when I think of all those things,&lt;br /&gt; it seems so crazy,'' she says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really worth falling in love? &lt;br /&gt;For that, we have to first define love. &lt;br /&gt;And that's not as easy as saying,&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/29196727-6416576798058694499?l=arijitrockz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/feeds/6416576798058694499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29196727&amp;postID=6416576798058694499&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/6416576798058694499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/6416576798058694499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/2007/06/end-of-romance.html' title='The end of romance?'/><author><name>arijit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617575905964682001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29196727.post-8374630913416660697</id><published>2007-06-21T08:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-21T11:07:36.217+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='difference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realize'/><title type='text'>A Realisation....</title><content type='html'>17 long years...ummm..almost 18 yrs in this wicked world i have lived..yet only yesterday did i first realise one thing which i feel i should have had long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Something which makes no sense to most people..yet a very sensible thing if you really understand its essence...dont know how to explain but still its worth a try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     To put it in simple mathematical terms..the greatest difference is between '0' and '1'...and certainly not between any other randomly picked whole numbers. This may sound pretty weird to normal senses as the difference between '0' and '1' is only a mere 'unity' but this unity itself matters more than any other magnitude you coin up...it is different than the difference between '3' and '4' or may be '56' and '57'..its certainly different because its the difference between 'nothing' and 'something'; the difference between 'void' and 'filled'..its more than anything else..its a new entity itself..this very special difference of 'unity'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     If i try to explain..i will be perhaps undertaking the most difficult job that one can ever do...for its a strange idea but if we try and relate it to some of the most interesting things in life..i guess we will get hold of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EXCUSE MY PERVERT SENSES PLEASE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     What is the only difference between a virgin and a non-virgin???&lt;br /&gt;Its the first time encounter with that god-damned three lettered word...a pleasure for which most people are living on this world...&lt;br /&gt;aint it??? Well..thinking properly..its the first time that really matters...if you havent had any experiences that is you are at "0" count, you are a virgin..but if its not "0", you arent.. u actually lose your virginity in the very first time itself..after that it hardly matters whether its 1 or 100..its really the first time that matters most i.e. the difference between '0' and '1' experience(s), which gives you a complete new dimension, a new word to describe yourself..this difference is the one i am scribbling all about...&lt;br /&gt;if it sounds crap to anyone i cant help...help yourself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all...as i said...excuse my pervert senses..but the example was important to get the message through...hope you dont mind..no offence intended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chew upon it...relate it to yourselves..n lemme know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyaa!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29196727-8374630913416660697?l=arijitrockz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/feeds/8374630913416660697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29196727&amp;postID=8374630913416660697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/8374630913416660697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/8374630913416660697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/2007/06/realisation.html' title='A Realisation....'/><author><name>arijit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617575905964682001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29196727.post-5757912223898658917</id><published>2007-06-20T19:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-20T19:43:57.232+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How Does Your Interpersonal Intelligence Rate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Interpersonal Intelligence Score: 74%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoesyourinterpersonalintelligenceratequiz/intelligence-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Interpersonal Intelligence is High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely a "people person." You enjoy spending time with others.&lt;br /&gt;You instinctively understand people, and you are both a good counsellor and mediator.&lt;br /&gt;However, there are definitely times when you've had enough. And that's when you cherish being alone.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdoesyourinterpersonalintelligenceratequiz/"&gt;How Does Your Interpersonal Intelligence Rate?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29196727-5757912223898658917?l=arijitrockz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/feeds/5757912223898658917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29196727&amp;postID=5757912223898658917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/5757912223898658917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/5757912223898658917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-does-your-interpersonal.html' title='How Does Your Interpersonal Intelligence Rate?'/><author><name>arijit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617575905964682001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29196727.post-6125531709215231751</id><published>2007-06-20T19:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-20T19:36:40.863+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How Real Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 81% Real&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howrealareyouquiz/real-5.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's hardly a person on this earth more real than you are.&lt;br /&gt;You have no problem showing people who you are, flaws and all.&lt;br /&gt;For you, there couldn't be any other way. Because it's way too stressful to live an inauthentic life.&lt;br /&gt;You're very comfortable with yourself. And because of this, you're able to live an exciting, interesting, and challenging life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrealareyouquiz/"&gt;How Real Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29196727-6125531709215231751?l=arijitrockz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/feeds/6125531709215231751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29196727&amp;postID=6125531709215231751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/6125531709215231751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/6125531709215231751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-real-are-you.html' title='How Real Are You?'/><author><name>arijit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617575905964682001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29196727.post-6787056842346245242</id><published>2007-05-04T14:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-04T15:04:37.285+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me...</title><content type='html'>I ASK THIS QUESTION TO ALL THOSE PEOPLE WHO HAVE ELEMENTARY KNOWLEDGE IN SCIENCE&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE ESCAPE VELOCITY OF A HUMAN SOUL TO ESCAPE THE WEB OF RELATIONSHIPS????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER IF YOU CAN..... LEAVE AS COMMENTS..OPEN FOR EVERYONE....GO AHEAD....LEAVE YOUR NAME IN CASE YOU DONT HAVE AN ACCOUNT....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29196727-6787056842346245242?l=arijitrockz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/feeds/6787056842346245242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29196727&amp;postID=6787056842346245242&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/6787056842346245242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/6787056842346245242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/2007/05/tell-me.html' title='Tell Me...'/><author><name>arijit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617575905964682001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29196727.post-1860437789751116802</id><published>2007-05-01T12:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-01T12:03:36.013+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fade To Black...... Awesome!!!!</title><content type='html'>Life it seems, will fade away&lt;br /&gt;Drifting further everyday&lt;br /&gt;Getting lost within myself&lt;br /&gt;Nothing matters no one else&lt;br /&gt;I have lost the will to live&lt;br /&gt;Simply nothing more to give&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more for me&lt;br /&gt;Need the end to set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things not what they used to be&lt;br /&gt;Missing one inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Deathly lost this can't be real&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness is filling me&lt;br /&gt;To the point of agony&lt;br /&gt;Growing darkness taking dawn&lt;br /&gt;I was me, but now he's gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one but me can save myself, but it's too late&lt;br /&gt;Now I can think, think why I should even try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday seems as though it never existed&lt;br /&gt;Death greets me warm, now I will just say goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29196727-1860437789751116802?l=arijitrockz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/feeds/1860437789751116802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29196727&amp;postID=1860437789751116802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/1860437789751116802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/1860437789751116802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/2007/05/fade-to-black-awesome.html' title='Fade To Black...... Awesome!!!!'/><author><name>arijit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617575905964682001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29196727.post-224878389566464433</id><published>2007-04-30T07:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-03T21:15:20.100+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Booooooooohhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>BACKKKKKK!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one dimensional life has suddenly taken a turn into a three dimensional world...great achievement!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common guys we are free  once again...'coming back to life' as david gilmour would put it. With 'high hopes' for the future, i am once again back to where i started..the same happy go lucky casual guy who didnt find interst in most things in this world, who never took anythin seriously in life, with the most casual attitude to most complex things in the world, i have lived every moment of my life and now i am back to do the same!!!!!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THE WORLD WOULD HAVE BEEN MUCH EASIER TO LIVE IN HAD THERE BEEN NOT MANY INTELLIGENT PEOPLE AROUND!!!!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we??? Simple guys of the 21st century??? No, we are the future of this great country, are we???? A second thought would say definitely we are..but we are not doing what we are expected to do!!! We spend half the best years of our life mugging stuffs and preparing for crappy exams which tend to find out what you have missed out while learning rather than what you have learnt!! I would use the word 'learn' and not 'know' because knowledge cannot be tested in 3 hours...it comes out only in day to day life when situations arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to what i was saying... this are the best years of our lives..and what are we doing??? Bitching around, hating each other, involving ourselves in idiotic politics..maybe preparing ourselves to join the indian politics...India's future we are, arent we?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have only a few days together..after which most of us are parting..gladly i will be going to the same college as my best pals...i thank my stars for that. These few days..lets forget all differences and come together to celebrate those moments which will never come yet will burn on in memory like soft lamps..which burn on but are not burnt out.... Lets not sit "comfortably numb"..come together guys... life is too short to hate others... enjoy it before it fades to black.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIVE LIFE KING SIZE!!!!!!!!! ENJOY!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29196727-224878389566464433?l=arijitrockz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/feeds/224878389566464433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29196727&amp;postID=224878389566464433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/224878389566464433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/224878389566464433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/2007/04/booooooooohhhhhhh.html' title='Booooooooohhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>arijit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617575905964682001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29196727.post-1445927473434425965</id><published>2007-03-05T13:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-05T13:05:04.726+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friends For Life...</title><content type='html'>→ A FRIEND is a tissue when you can't stop crying ←&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ A FRIEND is a shoulder when you feel like dying ←&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ A FRIEND always listens when you have something to say ←&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ A FRIEND is a week when you just need a day ←&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ A FRIEND is a crutch when you have a broken heart ←&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ A FRIEND is some glue when everything falls apart ←&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ A FRIEND is a sun when the rain just won't stop ←&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ A FRIEND is your mom when you run into a cop ←&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ A FRIEND is a phone call when you can't leave your home ←&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ A FRIEND is a hand when you feel all alone ←&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ A FRIEND is a wing if you want to fly ←&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ A FRIEND understands without knowing why ←&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ A FRIEND is an ear for a secret to tell ←&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ A FRIEND is an aspirin when your head hurts like hell ←&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ A FRIEND is a love that can never let go ←&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•→ A FRIEND Is YOU, &amp; I Wanted YOU To Know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29196727-1445927473434425965?l=arijitrockz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/feeds/1445927473434425965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29196727&amp;postID=1445927473434425965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/1445927473434425965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/1445927473434425965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/2007/05/friends-for-life.html' title='Friends For Life...'/><author><name>arijit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617575905964682001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29196727.post-115658036133479369</id><published>2006-08-26T13:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-26T13:49:21.336+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dbd7d2;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;My EQ is 147&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eceae6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/emotions.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!&lt;br /&gt;51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.&lt;br /&gt;91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.&lt;br /&gt;111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.&lt;br /&gt;131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.&lt;br /&gt;150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/"&gt;What's Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29196727-115658036133479369?l=arijitrockz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/feeds/115658036133479369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29196727&amp;postID=115658036133479369&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/115658036133479369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/115658036133479369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-eq-is-147-50-or-less-thanks-for.html' title=''/><author><name>arijit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617575905964682001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29196727.post-115528219466993308</id><published>2006-08-11T13:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-11T14:37:54.460+05:30</updated><title type='text'>IRON MAIDEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/2462/1600/250px-IronMaidenBand.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/2462/320/250px-IronMaidenBand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; They are IRON MAIDEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Members:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Dickinson&lt;br /&gt;Dave Murray&lt;br /&gt;Adrian Smith&lt;br /&gt;Janick Gers&lt;br /&gt;Steve Harris&lt;br /&gt;Nicko McBrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:IronMaidenBand.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Since a lot have been written by some fellow blogger about iron maiden, its time I wrote something in this topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRON MAIDEN, formed in1975, is one of the most successful and influential bands in the heavy metal genre, selling over 70 million albums world-wide. Iron Maiden has so far released 13 studio albums (with number 14 due out this September), four 'best of' compilations, nine live albums, and four boxed sets. They won the Ivor Novello Award for international achievement in 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iron Maiden has achieved international fame with its distinctive style. Their blend of heavy metal, highly melodic riffs and intelligent lyrics has become instantly recognizable. The band is also renowned for their down to earth and genuine approach towards their music, their impressive and energetic stage shows and their openness and dedication towards their fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table id="table1" style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse;color:#c0c0c0;" height="202" bordercolordark="#e9dfd1" cellpadding="0" width="182" bordercolorlight="#ecebf1" border="1" &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;Though most well known for their awesome song "FEAR OF THE DARK", this band has produced some really good songs like BLOOD BROTHERS which remains my all time favourites.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Here is one of my favourite songs of this band&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; DREAM OF MIRRORS&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Here goes the awesome lyrics &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" style="border-collapse: collapse" width="182" id="table1" height="202" bordercolorlight="#ECEBF1" bordercolordark="#E9DFD1" bordercolor="#C0C0C0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="19" &gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank"  href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/iron-maiden-lyrics.html"&gt;iron maiden lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bordercolor="#C0C0C0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;embed src="http://lb.lyricsdownload.com/2/fla/54.swf?passid=1242207-11378304&amp;p_varlista=1&amp;ida=" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" wmode="transparent"  width="180" height="200" name="lyricsbox20" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="19" &gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank"  href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/"&gt;song lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Those who have not heard the song, please hear it. I bet you will like it. If you dont have the song, get it downloaded from&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3shits.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;www.mp3shits.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emp3world.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;www.emp3world.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ENJOY THE SONG!!!!&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/29196727-115528219466993308?l=arijitrockz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/feeds/115528219466993308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29196727&amp;postID=115528219466993308&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/115528219466993308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/115528219466993308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/2006/08/iron-maiden.html' title='IRON MAIDEN'/><author><name>arijit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617575905964682001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29196727.post-115364500609634114</id><published>2006-07-23T14:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-23T14:27:45.373+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Check The Time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;script src="http://www.clocklink.com/embed.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="JavaScript"&gt;obj = new Object;obj.clockfile = "8005-Gray.swf";obj.TimeZone = "GMT0530";obj.width = 200;obj.height = 200;obj.wmode = "transparent";showClock(obj);&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29196727-115364500609634114?l=arijitrockz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/feeds/115364500609634114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29196727&amp;postID=115364500609634114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/115364500609634114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/115364500609634114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/2006/07/check-time.html' title='Check The Time....'/><author><name>arijit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617575905964682001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29196727.post-115225992041266334</id><published>2006-07-07T13:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-07T13:59:39.223+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Buying An Hour...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year-old son waiting for him at the door...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Son: "Daddy, may I ask you a question"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Daddy: "Yeah sure, what it is?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Son: "Dad, how much do you make an hour"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Daddy: "That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Son: "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Daddy: "I make Rs. 500 an hour"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Oh", the little boy replied, with his head down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Looking up, he said, "Dad, may I please borrow Rs. 300?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The father was furious,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"if the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some moneyto buy a silly toy or other nonsense, then march yourself to your room and go to bed.Think why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions.How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down,and started to think:"May be there was something he really needed to buy with thatRs. 300 and he really didn't ask for money very often!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The man went to the door of little boy's room and opened the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Are you asleep, son?" He asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"I've been thinking, may be I was too hard on you earlier", said the man,"It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you.Here's the Rs.300 you asked for"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The little boy sat straight up, smiling "oh thank you dad!" He yelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled some crippled up notes.The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at his father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Why do you want money if you already had some?" the father grumbled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Daddy I have Rs. 500 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;[P.S.: The story has not been written by me. I read the story somewhere and found that it is a truism, so got it published here.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29196727-115225992041266334?l=arijitrockz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/feeds/115225992041266334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29196727&amp;postID=115225992041266334&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/115225992041266334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/115225992041266334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/2006/07/buying-hour.html' title='Buying An Hour...'/><author><name>arijit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617575905964682001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29196727.post-115176176605726143</id><published>2006-07-01T19:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-02T13:25:28.120+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tell me Sumthing.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Why are looks so decieving?? Why do we happen to judge a person by our first encounter with him/her and then seem to interact with him/her according to that and finally when we come to know the person more and more, we find that are mistaken???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Maybe this is the law of the universe or the human nature, but whatever it may be, it is applicable in every walk of our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It often happens that we are a bit too much infatuated by someone's outer appearance or show and start thinking the world about him/her. Finally when we realise the void inside the person, we are disillusioned. This incident leaves us in such a state that we often stop trusting anyone else, with a faint hope lingering in our minds that someday that person may come up to our expectations and justify our feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;But it never happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Someone has rightly said " The Modern World worships only three Gods, I, Me and Myself." No one thinks about others. No one care for anyone or anything else other than their ownself and their commercial interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The poor, unthinking human heart never seems to realise this. As Rabindranath Tagore puts it "Error will not go away, logic and reason are slow to penetrate. We cling with both arms to false hope, refusing to believe the weightiest proofs against it, embracing it with all our strength. In the end it escapes, ripping our veins and draining our heart's blood; until, regaining consciousness, we rush to fall into snares of delusion all over again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sometimes it is just the opposite. We seem to take people too much for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;However in this way we are often deprived of some of our greatest friends in life. We never realise that the person whom we have a not-so-good opinion about can be really the person we were waiting for. We tend to avoid that person and never try to understand him/her properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Some people believe that everyone is destined in this world and has another person who has been sent to this earth for him/her. I dont know how much true this is but all of us need someone to care for and be cared by in life. However it is for us to find that right person out, we cant expect that person to come and knock at our door and say "Dear Sir/ Madam, I am the one made for you." We are supposed to find out him/her from the innumerable people we happen to encounter everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;However, because of our taking people for granted, we never seem to realise when this person, we are waiting for, walks into our life and when he went away. When we finally realised that, its often too late to do anything. We have already lost him/her and our life seems to be drowned in a deep valley of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Human realationships are one of the most complex things in this world and it is often beyond our capability to understand them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;So let them take what course they want to take????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Obviously NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;There is something we can do about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I have realised that the best way to deal with this is to perhaps follow this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Never take someone for granted,&lt;br /&gt;Hold every person close to your heart&lt;br /&gt;because you might wake up one day&lt;br /&gt;and realize that you've lost a diamond,&lt;br /&gt;While you were busy collecting stones......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hope you people find out what you should follow before things get worse...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;So long........ENJOY !!!!&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/29196727-115176176605726143?l=arijitrockz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/feeds/115176176605726143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29196727&amp;postID=115176176605726143&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/115176176605726143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/115176176605726143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/2006/07/tell-me-sumthing.html' title='Tell me Sumthing.........'/><author><name>arijit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617575905964682001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29196727.post-115062044150805054</id><published>2006-06-18T14:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-16T14:01:20.730+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Stranger...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A stranger came to the door at eve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And he spoke to the bridegroom fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;He bore a green-white stick in his hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And, for all burden, care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;He asked with the eyes more than the lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;For a shelter for the night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And he turned and looked at the road afar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Without a window light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The bridegroom came forth into the porch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;With, "Let us look at the sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And question what of the night to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Stranger, you and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"The woodbine leaves littered the yard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The woodbine berries were blue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Autumn, yes, winter was in the wind;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Stranger, I wish I knew."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Within, the bride in the dusk alone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Bent over the open fire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Her face rose-red with the glowing coal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And the thought of the heart's desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The bridegroom looked at the weary road,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yet saw but her within,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And wished her heart in a case of gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And pinned with a silver pin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The bridegroom thought it little to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A dole of bread, a purse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A heartfelt prayer for the poor of God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Or for the rich a curse;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;But whether or not a man was asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;To mar the love of two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;By harboring woe in the bridal house,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The bridegroom wished he knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29196727-115062044150805054?l=arijitrockz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/feeds/115062044150805054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29196727&amp;postID=115062044150805054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/115062044150805054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/115062044150805054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/2006/06/stranger.html' title='The Stranger...'/><author><name>arijit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617575905964682001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29196727.post-115053091477107907</id><published>2006-06-17T13:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-17T13:42:14.176+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love at the lips was touch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;As sweet as I could bear;&lt;br /&gt;And once that seemed too much;&lt;br /&gt;I lived on air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That crossed me from sweet things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flow of - was it musk&lt;br /&gt;From hidden grapevine springs&lt;br /&gt;Down hill at dusk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I had the swirl and ache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From sprays of honeysuckle&lt;br /&gt;That when they re gathered shake&lt;br /&gt;Dew on the knuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I craved strong sweets, but those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seemed strong when I was young;&lt;br /&gt;The petal of the rose&lt;br /&gt;It was that stung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now no joy but lacks salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not dashed with pain&lt;br /&gt;And weariness and fault;&lt;br /&gt;I crave the stain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Of tears, the aftermark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Of almost too much love,&lt;br /&gt;The sweet of bitter bark&lt;br /&gt;And burning clove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When stiff and sore and scarred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take away my hand&lt;br /&gt;From leaning on it hard&lt;br /&gt;In grass and sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The hurt is not enough:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for weight and strength&lt;br /&gt;To feel the earth as rough&lt;br /&gt;To all my length.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29196727-115053091477107907?l=arijitrockz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/feeds/115053091477107907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29196727&amp;postID=115053091477107907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/115053091477107907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/115053091477107907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/2006/06/love.html' title='Love.....'/><author><name>arijit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617575905964682001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29196727.post-114984006172191931</id><published>2006-06-09T13:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-10T13:53:33.840+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life, a Test????? OR  Tests, Life?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;As we are drawing near the reopening of our schools, the heat is increasing coupled with the excitement of the football world cup which is only a few hours away. Matters are turning for worse with Maria Sharapova crashing out of the French Open because of clay blues.Nicole Vaidisova, the new babe of the tennis world is proving to be too "HOT" for both the opponents as well as for the spectators. This 17 yr old blonde is surely gonna give Sharapova a run for her fame. The Men In Blue has, after a dismal performance in the shorter version of the game, proved their worth in the longer version. LEMON MIRCHI, the latest fashion statement from Pantaloons for the summers is rocking!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ok Ok Ok...... that was a bit how the world around me is going on. My life is crooning the same old monophonic ringtone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Organic Chemistry is getting tougher. The ketones and aldehydes are screwing my already screwed-up brain. As such this organic chemistry does not get into my head and now with the recent incidents, concerning this subject, has developed a distaste for the subject itself, if not studies altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;A couple of week earlier, our "Beloved" Gautam Das, with his sub-standard Xeroxed papers, encrypted with Egyptian inscriptions (representing organic molecules), made an earnest effort to grill our asses with the longest available AFRICAN BAMBOOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Then Doctor Supriyo Ghosh, the genius of his own kind, the man with the famous &lt;strong&gt;"Amra ......"&lt;/strong&gt; philosophy, made a befitting follow through, garnishing the egyptian dish with Spanish spices and Mexican salads (courtesy: Olive Sen ), injuring our already-wounded asses even before they could heal. This man took two tests in two consecutive weeks and both the tests sucked a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;By my previous experiences abt GD's tests, I had developed a kind of mental shock absorber which helped me not to give a damn to these tests. Basically, I feel that Gd's tests are complete time wastes coz all the man intends to assess is nt how much you know but how much you dont. His question papers are nothin but an exhibition of the man's weird knowledge and an index to what is gonna be taught in the future in his classes as the stuffs asked by him in tests are taught by him later. So I have developed my own ways of handling his tests. Here they go......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;1. Dont think abt the test as a test bcos they are not. Think them as compulsory time waste.&lt;br /&gt;2. Stay cool and dont take chaap.&lt;br /&gt;3. Dont try to study too hard for the test bcos in any case you simply cannnot do well. The man will always ask stuffs you dont know and even if you think you know them, the original answer is just the opposite of wat you think.&lt;br /&gt;4. Revise your basics, atleast this will help in other tests.&lt;br /&gt;5. During the exam, answer all you can quickly and get the hell out of the room as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;6. After that enjoy a splendid chicken roll and coke.&lt;br /&gt;7. If you have got a lot of time after the test, you can enjoy the latest bollywood flick at NAVINA, and if you are lucky enough to possess an original PAAPI MON, then Bhavani Cinemas is the place you need.&lt;br /&gt;8. Or else if you are too frustrated with the test and your eyes are tired with the EYESORES in the room, take the next metro n go to Park Street n bindaas........&lt;br /&gt;9. Have a good time with your frnds but dont discuss abt the test.&lt;br /&gt;10. Dont ever think abt the marks u gonna score, coz you will get them after 6 months. (GD is the lazier than ME!!!!!!!!!!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;That goes with GD's tests, but Supriyo Ghosh??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;This man always took realistic tests which helped us a lot. Obviously they were difficult and you cannot expect lollipops if you are an IIT aspirant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;But what the hell is wrong with him now???????? Why has he all of a sudden developed an insatiable desire to prove that we are underperformers?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;His tests are also becoming unrealistic. Last month he delivered an awfully difficult physics paper and even though I solved one of the sums by some weird means, he didnt give me marks!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Didn't Ritam Roychoudhury say, &lt;strong&gt;"Everything is fair in love, war and MCQ competitive examinations"&lt;/strong&gt;?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So why the hell was I refused marks when I got my answer all ryt??????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Now his &lt;strong&gt;"Amra enechi....."&lt;/strong&gt; formula is the root of all problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Suddenly this man decides he is gonna take Maths and Chemistry tests also.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Fine. No problem. But......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Then enter OLIVE SEN.&lt;br /&gt;Supriyo Ghosh's HOME PRODUCTION, 'ex-student', curerently in IIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;This dude gets the responsibility of making question papers and the result--- another couple of BAMBOOS !!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Now Mr. OLIVE SEN,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;What the hell is your god damned problem, Sir?????? Have some lack in life???????? Obviously, I agree that IITs arent the best place to have girlfrnds but that doesnt mean you gotta open the safety valve of your life's frustration on us. And if you have such an insatiable desire to show your IIT knowledge, try them against ppl of your own callibre. Why the fu** are you bent on proving us underdogs???????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The worse thing abt the whole story is that if you are happy that your nightmares are already over, then for your kind information, there are more tests coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;DAMN IT. Just DAMN IT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;This is taxing my brains too much. Heard about &lt;strong&gt;"Life is a test, ...."&lt;/strong&gt; , but this is the opposite &lt;strong&gt;"Tests are life..".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Only if I could bunk all this....&lt;br /&gt;n follow... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;" Goli maro duniya ko, Khush raho na yaar.....",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;if.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;only if.........Sharapova or may be Vaidisova....... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;but CRAP,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;like the asymptotes of a hyperbola..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Fantasy and Reality,&lt;br /&gt;Meet only at infinity".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then....... EYESORES,school, Supriyo, GD, Ritam, FIITJEE and exams, exams n exams...............&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/29196727-114984006172191931?l=arijitrockz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/feeds/114984006172191931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29196727&amp;postID=114984006172191931&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/114984006172191931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/114984006172191931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-test-or-tests-life.html' title='Life, a Test????? OR  Tests, Life?????'/><author><name>arijit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617575905964682001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29196727.post-114934583944836635</id><published>2006-06-03T20:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-08T20:39:44.003+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Summer Holidays.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The Summer Hols are half through, the weather is now quite fine with the cloudy sky hiding the sunny sun like umbrellas and giving us some relief. The monsoons are approaching and we all hope that they turn up soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Well, around 20 days have passed by since the school has been closed, and what have I done all these days????? Absolutely nothing, I mean nothing thats worth mentioning. When the school closed, I, like every other guy who want do well in academics, had great plans. " I will DO this , I will DO that. I will complete my syllabus" and all such crap. Huh, wats wrong in making plans??? Everyone makes plans, some turn them into reality, some dont. I am currently belonging to the later group. Its not that I am too lazy to do it or I am preoccupied with sumthin else but you know as the saying goes... " Man Proposes, God Disposes". Hey man, wait. Why the hell am I blaming it on God???? I got my guts all right to own up. So lets put it as " I Propose, I Dispose". Confused????? Well I guess even I am. Actually the fact is that every morning when I get up, I think that I will complete these chapters today, do this many sums n stuff. However as I sit down with my books, all sorts of stupid thoughts start flooding my mind and the stuffs written on the books in front of me, like a sinking ship are drowned in the incessant high tide of worthless thoughts. At last I end up sitting long hours with my books in front but the nett result is a BIG ZERO. Some ppl believe that studying at late nite helps a lot, when everything is peaceful n you can concentrate better, but that doesnt work with me. All I feel like doing after dinner is to sleep n nothin else. I didnt study till late nite even before my ICSE history exam, so wats the great deal now??? I simply cant do it, times I have tried it I always ended up falling asleep with the lights on and books opened. Perhaps some habbits lie too deep to be changed. So you get my point??? Practically I have wasted all my days these hols n I really dont know how I to cope up. My problem is too big for me to solve, if anyone has a solution pls let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Last Saturday, I went to forum with some of my frnds. It was a spl. occassion n we were celebrating it there. It was really nice to be back with frnds after a long time. We actually went there to watch the movie "POSEIDON". The MOVIE was NOT BAD but the POPCORN was BETTER. But when you have original " PAAPI MON "s both on-screen n off-screen, you cannot but enjoy it in the DB way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Well the most funniest part of the day was when a frnd of mine unexpectedly turned up there, much to our surprise. Oh MAN!! You should have seen the fear stricken reaction of another frnd of mine on seeing that person. I bet both of them will know who they are if they are reading this. I have nuthin to do with the problem they have with each other but certainly I had a hard time stopping myself from Laughing Out Loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Frankly speaking, that day I felt as if I was a bird out of cage or rather like a prisoner out of jail. Now dont get me wrong. I certainly dont say that my house is a jail or a cage but I mean that my life during the hols has been like prisoners, only rotting with books. That was a nice day out breaking the drab lifestyle I had become used to. Moreover when you go to places like forum, you always have some candies for your eyes. Perhaps you kno wat I mean. Yeah, it was really pleasant to look at babes after a long time( there were only a few though). Having restricted myself only to tution n back home, I really didnt get much oppurtunity to look at girls all this hols and those female students ( Yeah; I call them females n nt girls, certainly u got to be atleast a bit gud luking to justify the word 'girl') in my tutions are nothing but "eyesores". I bet if I put their pictures in my EVE project, I will get full marks!!!!!!! The monotonicity of my eyes of seeing those poor stuffs is like that polynomial function of degree 'n' which has its maxima at infinity and is continuous over the closed interval of the summer hols with last saturday as the only non-removable discontinuity. WOW!!!!!! Rolles' Theorem is showing its effect on me, I AM SPEAKING CALCULUS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;My life, this summer hols, has been like a journey through a hot n dusty desert on a camel's back with jolts n jerks. Last Saturday was just an oasis to pass by n I am eagerly hoping the next one comes up soon.&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/29196727-114934583944836635?l=arijitrockz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/feeds/114934583944836635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29196727&amp;postID=114934583944836635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/114934583944836635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/114934583944836635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/2006/06/summer-holidays.html' title='The Summer Holidays.....'/><author><name>arijit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617575905964682001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29196727.post-114932206413164479</id><published>2006-06-03T13:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-03T20:34:15.720+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hey Guys n Gals.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most of my friends are into this latest craze of blogging. Some of them wanted me to join in but I had been refraining from this all the time. Now here I am with my own personal blog, all set to express my ideas n feelings with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A special name worth mentioning in this respect, ANSHUMAN DIDWANIA.This guy actually drove the idea of blogging into me, calling me "LAZY" n stuffs for nt writing. Hey man...THANKS A LOT!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/29196727-114932206413164479?l=arijitrockz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/feeds/114932206413164479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29196727&amp;postID=114932206413164479&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/114932206413164479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29196727/posts/default/114932206413164479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arijitrockz.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey-guys-n-gals.html' title='Hey Guys n Gals.....'/><author><name>arijit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00617575905964682001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
