<?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-1375116912447630378</id><updated>2011-12-17T10:46:55.681+05:30</updated><category term='Hate Arsenal'/><category term='penguins'/><category term='foolish'/><category term='trapped'/><category term='connect'/><category term='shit'/><category term='Manutd vs Lyon'/><category term='silverine'/><category term='manutd'/><category term='time'/><category term='2012'/><category term='&apos;The Voluntary Human Extinction Movement&apos;'/><category term='rain'/><category term='Jiddu Krishnamurthi'/><category term='jessica alba'/><category term='Paagal stupid Mann'/><category term='cold'/><category term='propose'/><category term='Star Wars'/><category term='Jedi'/><category term='wierd crap'/><category term='gurgaon'/><category term='friend'/><category term='love'/><category term='female foeticide or infanticide or dowry'/><category term='hibernation'/><category term='sexual discrimination'/><category term='monsoon'/><category term='day in pics'/><title type='text'>Insane Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Narendra Naramala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01123792491545826483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RTh58N_Am4E/TuOMix4fYxI/AAAAAAAAGvI/2i0BVrWKXbU/s220/DSC_0939.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1375116912447630378.post-842995893585128094</id><published>2011-06-16T17:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-16T17:33:44.658+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monsoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Wishes from the Monsoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I feel extremely lucky that I was born in India that too on 8th June.&lt;br /&gt;It rains every year on the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As my b'day coincides with the onset of monsoon in India,&lt;br /&gt;you might find it obvious and trivial.&lt;br /&gt;But believe me, its a special feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Ask all the others who celebrate their b'day in June.&lt;br /&gt;Getting drenched in the cold showers of first monsoon rain on your b'day,&lt;br /&gt;that's priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The monsoon rain with its cold and pure water,some times accompanied by hail stones and&lt;br /&gt;of course the sweet smell filling your nostrils when rain drenches the scorched earth,&lt;br /&gt;offers a variety of physical enjoyment, as all the rain lovers know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But as the years go by I've noticed its profound mental impact.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;During my child hood, I used to wonder Why it rains every year on my b'day.&lt;br /&gt;By the time I knew religious mythology and stories I knew the answer.&lt;br /&gt;The Gods are paying thier respect to me, Just as they did when Ram and Jesus were born.&lt;br /&gt;You might find this ridiculous, but believe me that belief improved my self confidence a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse, gradually I realized it was not the Gods paying tribute but the monsoon cycle in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As I grew up, I started treating the monsoon as my friend.&lt;br /&gt;During my teens, One of my b'days I was so sad that one of my best friends did not call me to wish.&lt;br /&gt;Of course it was a girl ;)&lt;br /&gt;I went to my hostel's roof and was questioning what kind of a person I'm.&lt;br /&gt;A person whose best friend doesn't even remember his b'day!&lt;br /&gt;I was so distraught, tears started flowing involuntarily (Its not crying. I never cry. :P)&lt;br /&gt;Then it rained! Rained heavily.&lt;br /&gt;The experience was so profound. I felt like the rain washed away all my sorrows and everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;I felt confident again.&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse my friend called an hour later to wish me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I've some idiosyncrasies because of the Monsoon too.&lt;br /&gt;I get very nervous that it might not rain on my b'day!&lt;br /&gt;When I went to Gurgaon, They said it never rains here!&lt;br /&gt;Some said Monsoon will come late because of global warming!&lt;br /&gt;But my friend never disappointed me.&lt;br /&gt;My friend came to wish me even in Gurgaon.&lt;br /&gt;My friend was on time inspite of global warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So.. this rainy season I wish more of you start making friends with my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Go .. get drenched every time you get a chance..&lt;br /&gt;Throw away your umbrellas.. Dont listen to your mom when she says you'll catch cold ..&lt;br /&gt;drag her along..&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the Monsoon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1375116912447630378-842995893585128094?l=naazguul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/feeds/842995893585128094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1375116912447630378&amp;postID=842995893585128094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/842995893585128094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/842995893585128094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/2011/06/wishes-from-monsoon.html' title='Wishes from the Monsoon'/><author><name>Narendra Naramala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01123792491545826483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RTh58N_Am4E/TuOMix4fYxI/AAAAAAAAGvI/2i0BVrWKXbU/s220/DSC_0939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1375116912447630378.post-8005360614235011050</id><published>2011-06-14T16:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-14T17:00:30.617+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Geekiest Proposal Ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is my favorite proposal. I like it a lot, being a geek myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is how Kumar proposes to Venessa, in the movie 'Harold &amp;amp; Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Do watch the movie some time and enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;**************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I fear that I will always be&lt;br /&gt;A lonely number like root three&lt;br /&gt;A three is all that's good and right,&lt;br /&gt;Why must my three keep out of sight&lt;br /&gt;Beneath a vicious square root sign,&lt;br /&gt;I wish instead I were a nine&lt;br /&gt;For nine could thwart this evil trick,&lt;br /&gt;with just some quick arithmetic&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll never see the sun, as 1.7321&lt;br /&gt;Such is my reality, a sad irrationality&lt;br /&gt;When hark! What is this I see,&lt;br /&gt;Another square root of a three&lt;br /&gt;Has quietly come waltzing by,&lt;br /&gt;Together now we multiply&lt;br /&gt;To form a number we prefer,&lt;br /&gt;Rejoicing as an integer&lt;br /&gt;We break free from our mortal bonds&lt;br /&gt;And with a wave of magic wands&lt;br /&gt;Our square root signs become unglued&lt;br /&gt;And love for me has been renewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1375116912447630378-8005360614235011050?l=naazguul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/feeds/8005360614235011050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1375116912447630378&amp;postID=8005360614235011050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/8005360614235011050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/8005360614235011050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/2011/06/geekiest-proposal-ever.html' title='Geekiest Proposal Ever!'/><author><name>Narendra Naramala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01123792491545826483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RTh58N_Am4E/TuOMix4fYxI/AAAAAAAAGvI/2i0BVrWKXbU/s220/DSC_0939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1375116912447630378.post-3715788369418788182</id><published>2011-03-14T16:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:06:59.996+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexual discrimination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='female foeticide or infanticide or dowry'/><title type='text'>Finally found the reason!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I was wondering since my 8th class, why are women so hard to get?!&lt;br /&gt;Why is there so much competition ?!&lt;br /&gt;Finally I found the answer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Its because of sexual discrimination, female foeticide,infanticide!&lt;br /&gt;Why are people so crazy!&lt;br /&gt;I dont see any point in doing this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lets consider one of the standard reasons why people do not want a&lt;br /&gt;female child.Dowry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This might seem to be simple and straight forward,but people do not realise&lt;br /&gt;the side effects they cause!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;See the following example!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rangaiah and rangamma are poor.&lt;br /&gt;They don't want a female child as they are worried they might not be able to&lt;br /&gt;pay dowry. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rangamma has an abortion and later Rangamma has a son named Tinku.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the time Tinku grows up, there are very few single women.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tinku gets frustrated because of the competition!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tinku kills the girl he loves and her boy friend!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tinku's case cost his parents 5 lakh rupees, inspite of which Tinku is hanged to death!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rangaiah now thinks a girl would have been better. He could have easily got her married with the five lakhs!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I can understand a father not wanting a female child because he is afraid of the future shopping bill! (pun intended!)&lt;br /&gt;But I can never understand the dowry funda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I was looking at the data of 2001 statistics of India and found them very disheartening!&lt;br /&gt;The ratio is only 933 women to 1000 men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is the over all ratio.&lt;br /&gt;If we see the data of never married population its more disheartening.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Of the 512,667,639 persons who are never married, 289,619,359 are men and 223,048,280.&lt;br /&gt;So atleast 66,571,079 guys would be with out a girl friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is only an optimistic estimate.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not considering other factors like Indian girls marrying better looking foreigners, dudes like Ranbir Kapoor who like to have more than 1 girl friend,female trafficking, divorced/widowed older men marrying younger women and many more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So please dont practice/support sexual discrimination,female foeticide or infanticide or dowry!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1375116912447630378-3715788369418788182?l=naazguul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/feeds/3715788369418788182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1375116912447630378&amp;postID=3715788369418788182' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/3715788369418788182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/3715788369418788182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/2011/03/finally-found-reason.html' title='Finally found the reason!'/><author><name>Narendra Naramala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01123792491545826483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RTh58N_Am4E/TuOMix4fYxI/AAAAAAAAGvI/2i0BVrWKXbU/s220/DSC_0939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1375116912447630378.post-1199094977126401402</id><published>2011-03-04T15:30:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-04T15:34:50.078+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trapped'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connect'/><title type='text'>We have to connect.We just have to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Franky and Jhonny' is one of my favourite romantic movies.&lt;br /&gt;The movie is based on a play 'Frankie and Johnny in the Clair de Lune' written by Terrance McNally.&lt;br /&gt;Al Pacino and Michelle Pfeiffer play the lead Roles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following is one of my favourite conversations in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;This is for all those who feel trapped inside this body that only bumps into other bodies without connecting.&lt;br /&gt;Please do watch the movie some time and I hope people start connecting more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Franky:&lt;/strong&gt; Why do you want to kill yourself sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jhonny:&lt;/strong&gt; I want to kill myself when I think I'm the only person in the world and that part of me that feels&lt;br /&gt;that I'm trapped inside this body that only bumps into other bodies without connecting to another person&lt;br /&gt;in the world trapped inside of them.&lt;br /&gt;We have to connect.&lt;br /&gt;We just have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt; I feel... very...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J:&lt;/strong&gt; Say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J:&lt;/strong&gt; Say it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt; Protective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J:&lt;/strong&gt; Good. That's very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm looking for somebody&lt;br /&gt;to take care of me this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J:&lt;/strong&gt; Aren't we all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt; Why do we keep going from one subject&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J:&lt;/strong&gt; What is this?&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the armour's up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt; What about your armour?&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I wasn't talking about you.&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone thinks life is a picnic.&lt;br /&gt;Some of us have problems.&lt;br /&gt;Some of us have sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;People like you are so busy telling us what you want&lt;br /&gt;you don't notice the rest of us who aren't exactly singing Yankee Doodle Dandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J:&lt;/strong&gt; Hold it, how we getting into this now?&lt;br /&gt;I've done nothing but notice you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt; You don't, you smother me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not giving up everything&lt;br /&gt;for someone I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I can't repeat the same stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J:&lt;/strong&gt; Who says you have to give up&lt;br /&gt;anything? We're talking about love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt; We're not in love.&lt;br /&gt;That's what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J:&lt;/strong&gt; I think we are. Just because&lt;br /&gt;you've given up on that possibility,there's no need to drag me down to that level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt; I think you better leave now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1375116912447630378-1199094977126401402?l=naazguul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/feeds/1199094977126401402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1375116912447630378&amp;postID=1199094977126401402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/1199094977126401402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/1199094977126401402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-have-to-connectwe-just-have-to.html' title='We have to connect.We just have to.'/><author><name>Narendra Naramala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01123792491545826483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RTh58N_Am4E/TuOMix4fYxI/AAAAAAAAGvI/2i0BVrWKXbU/s220/DSC_0939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1375116912447630378.post-5795347138463087205</id><published>2011-01-09T20:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-09T20:43:11.604+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mysterious Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The first time we met, I didn't notice how beautiful she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There she is .. in front of me ... wearing a green churidar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;just like an angel .. her eyes .. so deep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'we shud eat cheese burst ' I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'I know what u r trying to do! trying to make me fatter and decrease my options. :P '.. she blushes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It was first time she looked into my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I dont know what happened .. but I was at loss of words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;believe me, happens to me very rarely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'I want to become an IAS officer desperately' she says with a glint in her eye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'It would be the end of my life other wise '...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'Ahh don't worry, u'd do it easily' I grumble with a piece of pizza in my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'No rey .. I have to study harder. I'm not studying these days'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'U know u shud bug me all the time to study.. If u see me online drive me away ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Get mad at me... ' she says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'Sure' I say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'How could I get mad at u my angel!' I say to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'In fact if you fail to get through, ur punishment will be to marry me :P ' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'ahaa .. nice try ' she blurts out, her cheeks pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can see the joy in her eyes. Ofcourse, I can see a little mistrust too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We dont know each other for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I dont if I was pressing too hard for her attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I could not resist it. I'm loosing my cool. Her eyes are enough to weaken me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'My previous boy friend cheated on me' she says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why do all great girls fall for stupid guys! I say to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How would some guy think about some other girl when he has such a beautiful,passionate,intelligent gal with him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hmm, it's true, people don't realize importance of something they have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don't know if she would love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don't know if she would even like me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I only have hope .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let's see where life's ship takes me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I just hope we travel in the same ship....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1375116912447630378-5795347138463087205?l=naazguul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/feeds/5795347138463087205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1375116912447630378&amp;postID=5795347138463087205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/5795347138463087205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/5795347138463087205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/2011/01/mysterious-girl.html' title='Mysterious Girl'/><author><name>Narendra Naramala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01123792491545826483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RTh58N_Am4E/TuOMix4fYxI/AAAAAAAAGvI/2i0BVrWKXbU/s220/DSC_0939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1375116912447630378.post-7615472519990955240</id><published>2010-12-29T13:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-29T13:40:29.104+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolish'/><title type='text'>Foolish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's true. Guys are foolish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At least my room mate is! Especially when it comes to gals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He's knows a gal. They work for the same company and he has a big crush on her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The funny thing is he works in hyd branch while she's in chennai..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He's so crazy about her, he even asked her to marry him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They sometimes talk on phone. Chat on office communicator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm sure they saw each others' pics on FB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now a few days before, he asked her if she'd like to go on a trip to Kodai for the new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then she came up with the idea to invite more friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Though my room mate did not like the idea very much, he said ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He thought at least he'd get to be with her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My room mate was all excited all the month about the trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He knew Kodai and knew all the places he'd take her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He knew exactly what he was gonna do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He'd take her to forest near by, where he knew this beautiful place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Flowers all around. Red,blue,yellow,golden, colors you'd have never seen before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He'd give her loads of chocolate, which he bought in one of the home made chocolate confectioners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And when she was so exhilarated,  with her mouth full of chocolate, he'd ask her to marry him. Again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This time not on phone.. not on messenger ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He was so sure she'd say yes this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He even did not want to come to my 7 day booze carnival! You know how difficult it is to say no to that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I saw a new enthusiasm in him. You know how our faces with delight some times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you are so happy with whats going on and whats going to happen in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hmm... but I guess all good things come to end, abruptly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday, she told him that the trip is canceled,because none of her other friends can come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hehehe .. poor guy .. You should have seen his face..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What else was he expecting...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Any ways, he decided he'll go all alone to Kodai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eat lots of Rum chocolates and forget all his sorrows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1375116912447630378-7615472519990955240?l=naazguul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/feeds/7615472519990955240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1375116912447630378&amp;postID=7615472519990955240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/7615472519990955240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/7615472519990955240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/2010/12/foolish.html' title='Foolish'/><author><name>Narendra Naramala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01123792491545826483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RTh58N_Am4E/TuOMix4fYxI/AAAAAAAAGvI/2i0BVrWKXbU/s220/DSC_0939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1375116912447630378.post-3741324749167405795</id><published>2010-05-14T13:58:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-14T14:04:07.628+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;The Voluntary Human Extinction Movement&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><title type='text'>Extinction of human race!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***********************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mani and Suresh are best buddies from child hood.&lt;br /&gt;They used to have long discussions on various topics when ever they get bored and have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;The following is one of thier discussions.&lt;br /&gt;The discusion started because of a movie they watched the day before, '2012'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mani:&lt;/strong&gt; I hope the world ends by 2012 just as in the movie! Human race deserves to get extinct.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suresh:&lt;/strong&gt; Dude, don't say such things! You want human race to get extinct?! You have gone mad.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, people like you don't have any future plans. What about me. I've so many things left to do.&lt;br /&gt;I think, I can make a difference in this world. Generate awareness about environment, help poor people. Of course I want to get married to my beautiful girl friend. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mani:&lt;/strong&gt; You think you can make a difference! hehe.. that's the funniest thing I've heard.&lt;br /&gt;You are going to generate awareness about environment! How are you going to do that ?&lt;br /&gt;Ask people to minismise the usage of toilet paper and water in rest rooms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;How is that going to make a difference ?&lt;br /&gt;Can you make all million extinct species and forests to come back?&lt;br /&gt;Can you restore the depleted water table of the whole world?&lt;br /&gt;Can you put all the minerals, petroleum that have been mined out back to Earth's crust?&lt;br /&gt;Can you get all the industries, nuclear plants to shutdown so that we won't reach the end of the world sooner?&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. no you can't. You yourself are afraid of the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suresh:&lt;/strong&gt; But I believe Humans are capable of change. They have evolved so much.&lt;br /&gt;They are capable of change. They would realise their mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;You know, according to Mayans, 2012 can be the world's end or a major spiritual revolution.&lt;br /&gt;May be it's a spiritual revolution in store for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mani:&lt;/strong&gt; There is no point realising our mistakes now!&lt;br /&gt;There have been so many mistakes committed, for so many thousands of years.&lt;br /&gt;There is no way back for Humans. Human beings have evolved in a very wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;They used their intellect to go after riches and economy, in the process exploiting Earth's resources to the maximum.&lt;br /&gt;There is no hope. It won't take much more time for nature to decide that they should be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;Just like the Dinosaurs. In fact the next time nature might prefer to help some brainless species to propogate, rather than a species like humans! A dumb comedian is better than a wily villain. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suresh:&lt;/strong&gt; What happens if the world doesn't end in 2012? Can't we do anything?&lt;br /&gt;There should be something we could do!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mani:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah. There is a way.&lt;br /&gt;Humans should voluntarily get extincted. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suresh:&lt;/strong&gt; Voluntarily get extincted! You mean we have to commit mass suicide!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mani:&lt;/strong&gt; We don't need to commit mass suicide. We just need to stop reproducing.&lt;br /&gt;I've just joined 'The Voluntary Human Extinction Movement'.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you check out what they do.( &lt;a href="http://www.vhemt.org/"&gt;The Voluntary Human Extinction Movement&lt;/a&gt; check link for more info)&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget to join them. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***********************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1375116912447630378-3741324749167405795?l=naazguul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/feeds/3741324749167405795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1375116912447630378&amp;postID=3741324749167405795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/3741324749167405795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/3741324749167405795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/2010/05/extinction-of-human-race.html' title='Extinction of human race!'/><author><name>Narendra Naramala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01123792491545826483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RTh58N_Am4E/TuOMix4fYxI/AAAAAAAAGvI/2i0BVrWKXbU/s220/DSC_0939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1375116912447630378.post-8102355459850777322</id><published>2010-05-07T16:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-07T16:31:31.789+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kab hoga pyaar mujh se</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;This is just a small experiment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  Pardon me if there are any grammatical  mistakes &lt;img src="https://ch1blogs.cognizant.com/blogs/174418/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":P" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;**************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Ghar se nikali toh tujhe  dikhi, barsaat mein bheegi billi&lt;br /&gt;Billi ko ghar le aayi, kheli khudi bada jor se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Ghar se nikali toh tujhe  mili, dhoop mein bhoodi daadi amma&lt;br /&gt;Daadi ko ghar bulaayi, khilaayi-pilaayi pyaar se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Billi dikhi, Daadi  dikhi, tujhe mere siva sab kuch dikha&lt;br /&gt;Baarish mein bheega, dhoop sekaa, ladaa bhukaar-jhukaam se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Woh mere dil ki rani,  yeh padh ke toh bataa&lt;br /&gt;Kab ayega taras mujh pe, kab hoga pyaar mujh se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &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/1375116912447630378-8102355459850777322?l=naazguul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/feeds/8102355459850777322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1375116912447630378&amp;postID=8102355459850777322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/8102355459850777322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/8102355459850777322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/2010/05/kab-hoga-pyaar-mujh-se.html' title='Kab hoga pyaar mujh se'/><author><name>Narendra Naramala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01123792491545826483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RTh58N_Am4E/TuOMix4fYxI/AAAAAAAAGvI/2i0BVrWKXbU/s220/DSC_0939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1375116912447630378.post-3377340931266050816</id><published>2010-05-07T16:11:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-07T16:30:37.557+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Paagal Stupid Mann - episode 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;This post is a  sequel for one of my earlier posts,  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://naazguul.blogspot.com/2010/01/paagal-stupid-mann-episode-1.html"&gt;Paagal  Stupid Mann - episode 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;**************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;“So  here’s the plan”, kumar says before sipping his coffee.&lt;br /&gt;“We take a bus to DharmaShala this evening. From Dharmashala we’ll go to  Manali on Firday.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;“That  sounds great”, I replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Kumar was  in a very cheerful and calm mood.&lt;br /&gt;He was very happy with his recent trip to North East, Where he roamed  around Sikkim,Assam,Meghalaya and Manipur for 3 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Kumar was  a free bird. He quit his well paying, comfortable corporate job 5 years  ago.&lt;br /&gt;He is a guide now. He has been to many difficult treks.&lt;br /&gt;In fact he has completed one of the most difficult treks. ‘The snowman  trail’ in Bhutan.&lt;br /&gt;This trek so hard, that the percentage of trekkers who complete it is  less than the percentage of people who succesfully climb Mt.Everest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;“I earn  decent money and no need to follow any fool’s orders.” that was his  answer,&lt;br /&gt;when someone asks why he quit his comfy job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;We sat  watching some dumb pop music videos on the television, as we waited for  Rahul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Rahul is  an old freind of mine. Rahul is very handsome.&lt;br /&gt;With good physique and toned muscles, his dream was to become a movie  hero.&lt;br /&gt;Of course his dreams never came true, and he settled for small time  modelling jobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Rahul is a  good man at heart but very dumb.&lt;br /&gt;He is very short tempered too. One day he freaked out and rammed his  wife’s beautiful face into the wall, leading to thier divorce, 6 months  in jail and a heavy fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;His life  is in ruins now and I invited him with us on the tour, which he gladly  accepted.&lt;br /&gt;“He’s a bit short tempered, but very good at heart”, I told Kumar, When  he asked me what kind of a guy Rahul is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Rahul  came after half hour. We discussed our plans, he was fine with it.&lt;br /&gt;So we were all ready to board the bus to Dhrmashala that evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Suddenly I  heard a familiar voice, saying hello to Kumar.&lt;br /&gt;It was Priya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;“How did u  know, we were here?!” I said&lt;br /&gt;“I know where you guys would be, when you are hung over from last  night!!” she says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;She and  Kumar were discussing about his trip.&lt;br /&gt;Mean while, Rahul was staring at Priya, with his mouth open.&lt;br /&gt;She was such a beauty, cant expect better from Rahul!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;After she  finished talking to Kumar, she noticed Rahul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Who’s  your handsome friend?” she asks me.&lt;br /&gt;I introduced them. Though priya was talking, Rahul was at loss of words.&lt;br /&gt;Finally he managed to say “You are very beautiful”, trying not to blush  too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“why dont you take me out for dinner  tonight?”, she says.&lt;br /&gt;“Sure!!”, blurted out Rahul, unable to hide his delight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Later Priya explained Vivek’s plans for  the trip.&lt;br /&gt;They would fly to Shimla on Tuesday, and later travel to Manali for the  weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Before Priya left, she said goodbye to us and with a smile reminded  Rahul about their date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Rahul asked us to proceed to  Dharmashala as planned and he will join us there later.&lt;br /&gt;After that, Rahul bored us with his talk. He was so happy that we  introduced her to Priya, how he never thought he will meet a beautiful  woman again bla blah…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Finally, he got up to leave.&lt;br /&gt;“I know you are very happy. But just be careful. She’s married  already.Don’t get your hopes high.” I said,&lt;br /&gt;with a hint of jealousy in my tone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;After Rahul left, I noticed Kumar  looking at me with a smirk on his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“What’s the matter?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Nothing important. Are you comfortable  with this trip. I’m worried about you!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Worried about me!? because of Rahul?  No way, I know him from a long time. I hope you are comfortable with  him.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“I’m not talking about Rahul. I’m  talking about you and Priya. I can tell that you are still in love with  her.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. I’m more  worried about how Rahul and Vivek will cope!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Hmmm.. and by the way, when you first  described Rahul, you mentioned ‘Short tempered’, but you never mentioned  ‘dumb’!”&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/1375116912447630378-3377340931266050816?l=naazguul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/feeds/3377340931266050816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1375116912447630378&amp;postID=3377340931266050816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/3377340931266050816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/3377340931266050816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/2010/05/paagal-stupid-mann-episode-2.html' title='Paagal Stupid Mann - episode 2'/><author><name>Narendra Naramala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01123792491545826483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RTh58N_Am4E/TuOMix4fYxI/AAAAAAAAGvI/2i0BVrWKXbU/s220/DSC_0939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1375116912447630378.post-7043134230598900164</id><published>2010-02-18T01:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-18T01:26:21.889+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In search of love .. again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;=========================================================================&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angel:&lt;/strong&gt; Write a new post rey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Lots of work rey.&lt;br /&gt;      And I’m in a very sad mood.&lt;br /&gt;      The post would come out very sad!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angel:&lt;/strong&gt; You should write a new post, even if it is very sad one.&lt;br /&gt;           V-Day carnival is in full flow on Ch1.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm.. ok.. I’ll see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angel:&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;img src="https://ch1blogs.cognizant.com/blogs/174418/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Any thing for you my angel.&lt;br /&gt;       Tere liye jaan bhi de doonga. &lt;img src="https://ch1blogs.cognizant.com/blogs/174418/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, here is the post.&lt;br /&gt;It’s for you my Angel.  &lt;img src="https://ch1blogs.cognizant.com/blogs/174418/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This post is a sequel for one of my earlier posts,  &lt;a href="http://naazguul.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-search-of-love.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Search of Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;======================================================================================&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;So our guy still believes in being straight forward.&lt;br /&gt;Though his previous efforts for finding love were never successful, our guy learnt a few things.&lt;br /&gt;As time progressed he learnt how to be subtle and straight forward. ( atleast in his own eyes he was subtle &lt;img src="https://ch1blogs.cognizant.com/blogs/174418/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":P" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; )&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Valentine’s day is just 3 days away.&lt;br /&gt;Our guy has been reading all the romantic posts of V-day carnival.&lt;br /&gt;With each post he read, he grew more frustrated.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Knowing that finding love in 3 days is impossible,&lt;br /&gt;he decided that he’ll find atleast a date for V-day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;He shortlisted his targets.&lt;br /&gt;He knew all of them.&lt;br /&gt;But he dint know if any of them saw him ‘That Way’.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways he decided to test the waters.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;———&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy:&lt;/strong&gt; heyy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target 1:&lt;/strong&gt; hii..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy:&lt;/strong&gt; Whats up ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target 1:&lt;/strong&gt; The ceiling .. &lt;img src="https://ch1blogs.cognizant.com/blogs/174418/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":P" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy:&lt;/strong&gt; Very funny &lt;img src="https://ch1blogs.cognizant.com/blogs/174418/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":P" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target 1:&lt;/strong&gt; hehe..Nothing much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy:&lt;/strong&gt; hmm…so what plans for V-day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target 1:&lt;/strong&gt; Nothin planned yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy:&lt;/strong&gt; How about we go out for a dinner and then a romantic movie  &lt;img src="https://ch1blogs.cognizant.com/blogs/174418/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target 1: &lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy:&lt;/strong&gt; So.. its a date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target 1:&lt;/strong&gt; Would you mind if I bring along my boy friend &lt;img src="https://ch1blogs.cognizant.com/blogs/174418/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":P" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy:&lt;/strong&gt; You have a boy friend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target 1:&lt;/strong&gt; Yup &lt;img src="https://ch1blogs.cognizant.com/blogs/174418/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy:&lt;/strong&gt;   :(     .. What a waste of time.. I’ll talk to you later..I’m on a mission here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target 1:&lt;/strong&gt; hehe..What mission..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy:&lt;/strong&gt; I need a date for V-day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target 1:&lt;/strong&gt; hehe..All the best then..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;———&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;so, our guy realised assuming someone doesn’t have a boy friend is dangerous&lt;br /&gt;and increased the chances of making a fool of himself.&lt;br /&gt;so he changed his approach a little bit.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;———&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy:&lt;/strong&gt; heyy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target 2:&lt;/strong&gt; hii..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy:&lt;/strong&gt; Whats up ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target 2:&lt;/strong&gt; Nothing much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy:&lt;/strong&gt; hmm…so what plans for sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target 2:&lt;/strong&gt; Nothin..will stay home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy:&lt;/strong&gt; Come on..it’s V-day rey.. Your boy friend is n’t taking you out ?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target 2:&lt;/strong&gt; ohh I forgot! We’ll go out for dinner I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy:&lt;/strong&gt; You have a boy friend too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target 2:&lt;/strong&gt; Yup &lt;img src="https://ch1blogs.cognizant.com/blogs/174418/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy: &lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;img src="https://ch1blogs.cognizant.com/blogs/174418/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target 2:&lt;/strong&gt; hehe..Why sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy:&lt;/strong&gt; Where are all the single girls gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target 2:&lt;/strong&gt; hehe..Dont worry..you’ll find some one.. &lt;img src="https://ch1blogs.cognizant.com/blogs/174418/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy:&lt;/strong&gt; ‘You’ll find some one’ .. The only scentence I hate in English!&lt;br /&gt;                 People have been telling the same thing since I was 13!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target 2:&lt;/strong&gt; hehehe…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;———&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy:&lt;/strong&gt; hii..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target 3:&lt;/strong&gt; helooo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy:&lt;/strong&gt; What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target 3:&lt;/strong&gt; Nothing.. have to do some boring work &lt;img src="https://ch1blogs.cognizant.com/blogs/174418/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy:&lt;/strong&gt; hehe…so what plans for sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target 3:&lt;/strong&gt; Nothin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy:&lt;/strong&gt; No plans with your boy fren ?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target 3:&lt;/strong&gt; No. And its not my boy fren, my fiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy:&lt;/strong&gt; Fiance!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target 3:&lt;/strong&gt; Yup &lt;img src="https://ch1blogs.cognizant.com/blogs/174418/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy:&lt;/strong&gt;  you getting married .. :’(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target 3:&lt;/strong&gt; hehe..yup..this month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy:&lt;/strong&gt; hmm.. why dont we go out anyways! Dun worry.. I won’t tell your finace &lt;img src="https://ch1blogs.cognizant.com/blogs/174418/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target 3:&lt;/strong&gt; hehe..why don’t you give up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy:&lt;/strong&gt; hmm .. No point talking to you now.. I need to find a date before sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target 3:&lt;/strong&gt; hehe…best of luck.. &lt;img src="https://ch1blogs.cognizant.com/blogs/174418/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;———&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy:&lt;/strong&gt; hii..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target 4:&lt;/strong&gt; hii…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy:&lt;/strong&gt; how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target 4:&lt;/strong&gt; great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy:&lt;/strong&gt; so what plans for sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target 4:&lt;/strong&gt; hehe.. my hubby’s gonna surprise me.. &lt;img src="https://ch1blogs.cognizant.com/blogs/174418/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy:&lt;/strong&gt; Ohh.. You are married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target 4:&lt;/strong&gt; yup. Didn’t I tell you before. I have 2 kids too! &lt;img src="https://ch1blogs.cognizant.com/blogs/174418/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy:&lt;/strong&gt; OMG(to himself) .. ok..I’ll be right back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target 4:&lt;/strong&gt; okies..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;———&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;so.. at the end of the day our guy found out among the 10 he shortlisted&lt;br /&gt;     1 was married!&lt;br /&gt;     6 were committed!&lt;br /&gt;     2 were single..in love with some one else..&lt;br /&gt;     1 was single..but not interested in men !!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;so our guy,as usual spent the 25th Valentine’s Day of his life all alone..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I told him ..dude..don’t worry…&lt;br /&gt;for people like us every day is Valentine’s day.. &lt;img src="https://ch1blogs.cognizant.com/blogs/174418/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stop believing yet..!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The next day..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy:&lt;/strong&gt; I made a new list .. &lt;img src="https://ch1blogs.cognizant.com/blogs/174418/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; New list already..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our guy:&lt;/strong&gt; Every day is valentine’s day..Remember..!  &lt;img src="https://ch1blogs.cognizant.com/blogs/174418/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; hehe.. so true..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hope you all had a blast on Valentine’s day ..&lt;br /&gt;If not, don’t worry,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERY DAY IS VALENTINE’S DAY !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1375116912447630378-7043134230598900164?l=naazguul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/feeds/7043134230598900164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1375116912447630378&amp;postID=7043134230598900164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/7043134230598900164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/7043134230598900164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-search-of-love-again.html' title='In search of love .. again..'/><author><name>Narendra Naramala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01123792491545826483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RTh58N_Am4E/TuOMix4fYxI/AAAAAAAAGvI/2i0BVrWKXbU/s220/DSC_0939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1375116912447630378.post-5412012761557073943</id><published>2010-01-27T20:35:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-28T02:15:29.911+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paagal stupid Mann'/><title type='text'>Paagal stupid Mann - episode 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;“What took you so long?” screams Priya, when I opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;“I was sleeping” I said, admiring her beauty.&lt;br /&gt;“Atleast Let me come in before you start staring at me!” she says poking me in my ribs.&lt;br /&gt;“I’ve other things in mind after you come in!” I said with a wicked smile on my face.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Priya is the perfect beauty, Atleast to me.&lt;br /&gt;She’s all bubbly and active. Her bobbed cut perfectly in tune with her charecter.&lt;br /&gt;We were together before at some point of time. Things did not work out then.&lt;br /&gt;she has been married to couple of people after that.&lt;br /&gt;She still visits me some times. Shes a free soul. She loves many people.&lt;br /&gt;I’m gald she still visits me. Being a writer, my life’s pretty boring.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There she lies in my arms, her skin so radiant.&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes are so beautiful, I get lost in them sometimes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Vivek is taking me to Manali next week end. He arranged it all.”&lt;br /&gt;Vivek is her husband now. He is decent guy. He has lots of money though.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“He invited me too.I told him I’ll bring along Kumar.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Kumar’s in town too! When did he come back from his trip to North East?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Yesterday. We planned to go to the festival in Manali long time back.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“It’d be good to see him.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I know, isn’t he a swell guy.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Swell guy he is. Good that you two are coming along. I was worried we might get bored in the festival”&lt;br /&gt;“You need a drink?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Yes”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We finished our drinks. She starts dressing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Don’t go.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I have to go. Vivek has dinner plans tonight.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I just looked away.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Now don’t be sad. You know I’ll come back.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Can’t you stay. Not just today or tomorrow, for ever.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“You know I can’t. It didnt work out before, anyways.”&lt;br /&gt;“Now give me my parting gift”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1375116912447630378-5412012761557073943?l=naazguul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/feeds/5412012761557073943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1375116912447630378&amp;postID=5412012761557073943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/5412012761557073943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/5412012761557073943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/2010/01/paagal-stupid-mann-episode-1.html' title='Paagal stupid Mann - episode 1'/><author><name>Narendra Naramala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01123792491545826483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RTh58N_Am4E/TuOMix4fYxI/AAAAAAAAGvI/2i0BVrWKXbU/s220/DSC_0939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1375116912447630378.post-7183982160510402958</id><published>2010-01-16T13:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-16T13:39:14.343+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jedi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Wars'/><title type='text'>Return of the Desi Jedi !</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;———————————-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her name was Leia. Born and brought up in Chennai.Her parents were Krishnan and Mahalakshmi. While Leia was growing up, all her friends either used to either make fun of her name or wondered why her parents named her Leia!  Leia never felt ashamed of her name and knew her father was the one who named her.  He always called her ‘Princess Leia’.  Krishnan was a die hard Star Wars fan. He had seen all the star war movies ever made. He still remembers the day he saw his first Star Wars movie in 1977 with all his newly graduated friends.  Naturally he wanted to pass on his Star Wars passion to his only daughter.  When she was a child, every story he told her was a Star Wars story. Gradually she became a Star Wars addict too.  She knew all the literature ever been written about Star Wars. She has seen all the movies.  She knew all the differences,even the minute ones, between the old star war movies and the new movies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Leia is waiting for Divya at CCD. Divya is her best friend since school days. Divya comes in talking on her mobile.&lt;br /&gt;Leia tries to say hi, but divya lip-syncs  her that she’s on phone with her fiancé.&lt;br /&gt;Leia’s getting frustrated.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Could you stop talking on phone now! its been half hour and you are still on phone!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A startled Divya disconnects the call. She has never seen Leia so frustrated.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“What’s the matter with you? Can’t you wait for a minute!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I need to tell you something very important.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;looking at Leia’s expression, Divya knew some thing happened and was waiting for Leia to say something.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“He proposed! Raj Proposed!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“That’s Wonderful! congratulations di! So when are you going to get married?” Divya exclaimed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Leia had tears in her eyes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I said No!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Leia knew Raj a.k.a RajSekhar from the first day she joined her job. Raj was a typical goofy hyderabadi, never took anything seriously. From the day they met,  Raj and Leia grew fond of each other. She taught him to speak tamil. He taught her to speak telugu and even a little hyderabadi hindi! She made him to shift to a flat near by her house so they could travel to office&lt;br /&gt;in the same bus. Every body thought they would eventually get married. Even their parents thought the same.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“You said no!” Divya screamed in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;Leia just sat there silently.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Dont tell me it is because of the stupid dream of yours!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Leia didnt say anything. Now she was a bit angry. It is not a stupid dream, she told herself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Only two people knew about her dream.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Krishnan went to Leia’s room to wake her up. Today’s her first day in office. He noticed the smile on her face even though she was asleep. He sat there, looking at his princess’ beautiful face. She woke up and saw her dad. She couldn’t stop giggling.&lt;br /&gt;“you had the dream again?” Krishnan asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes. The stupid dream again!” She smiled.&lt;br /&gt;“No it isn’t a stupid dream” Krishnan said.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She never saw Raj so silent. He looked heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to tell him about her dream. She didn’t get a chance.&lt;br /&gt;Raj was avoiding her through out the day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She got down from the staff bus. It was late.&lt;br /&gt;Raj left early today. She had to walk through couple of streets.&lt;br /&gt;On the way, was Raj’s house.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She couldn’t stop thinking about him.There he was out in his balcony.&lt;br /&gt;He looked sad. He dint even look at her.&lt;br /&gt;She went past his house, took the dark turn at the end of the street.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;‘THUD!’&lt;br /&gt;some thing hard struck her on the head. She couln’t react.&lt;br /&gt;Someone’s trying to pull the chain around her neck.&lt;br /&gt;Her kness started yeiding. She screamed ‘Raj!’ and went down.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She can see some coming to help her. It was Raj!&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Raj took out a light saber from his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;Then she fainted with a smile on her face!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She woke up in her bed. She felt dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;Every one was waiting for her to wake up. Raj,Mom and Dad sitting around her.&lt;br /&gt;She sprang up and hugged Raj.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“When are we going to get married! Dad.. He’s the one!” Leia exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;“What happened to you. You said no yesterday!” giggled Raj.&lt;br /&gt;“Yesterday I din’t know you had a lightsaber!”&lt;br /&gt;“lightsaber! What lightsaber?”&lt;br /&gt;“The one you took out of your pocket!”&lt;br /&gt;“lightsaber! You mean my new Nokia cell phone with torch light!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They couldn’t stop laughing. Krishnan was already on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Leia was grinning still hugging Raj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1375116912447630378-7183982160510402958?l=naazguul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/feeds/7183982160510402958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1375116912447630378&amp;postID=7183982160510402958' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/7183982160510402958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/7183982160510402958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/2010/01/return-of-desi-jedi.html' title='Return of the Desi Jedi !'/><author><name>Narendra Naramala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01123792491545826483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RTh58N_Am4E/TuOMix4fYxI/AAAAAAAAGvI/2i0BVrWKXbU/s220/DSC_0939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1375116912447630378.post-7422302550816934375</id><published>2010-01-12T23:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-12T23:51:17.360+05:30</updated><title type='text'>lets go far away...</title><content type='html'>Expectations, goals, etiqqutte..&lt;br /&gt;Society, needs, luxuries..&lt;br /&gt;Murder, rape, riots, blasts..&lt;br /&gt;Economy, Industries, development..&lt;br /&gt;Global warming, eartch crust dislocation, tsunami..&lt;br /&gt;Ohh..what a mess is my world..&lt;br /&gt;No one ever listens to me...&lt;br /&gt;I say best thing is run away, go far away...&lt;br /&gt;My head is going to explode...&lt;br /&gt;Can't do this is to my world any more...&lt;br /&gt;I'll run away..go far far away..&lt;br /&gt;Away to those cold mountains...&lt;br /&gt;Away from all the unnecessities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh First I need to tell my Angel...&lt;br /&gt;We are going far far away...&lt;br /&gt;Where we dont need any thing..&lt;br /&gt;Wont need money..&lt;br /&gt;Wont need to impress society..&lt;br /&gt;The glint in your eyes..&lt;br /&gt;And the warmth of our hearts..&lt;br /&gt;ohh my angel... That is all we need...&lt;br /&gt;Lets go my angel...lets go far away...&lt;br /&gt;Away to those cold mountains...&lt;br /&gt;Away from all the unnecessities...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1375116912447630378-7422302550816934375?l=naazguul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/feeds/7422302550816934375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1375116912447630378&amp;postID=7422302550816934375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/7422302550816934375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/7422302550816934375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-go-far-away.html' title='lets go far away...'/><author><name>Narendra Naramala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01123792491545826483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RTh58N_Am4E/TuOMix4fYxI/AAAAAAAAGvI/2i0BVrWKXbU/s220/DSC_0939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1375116912447630378.post-1522874378018358345</id><published>2010-01-04T21:28:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-07T02:02:53.515+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Grand Celebration - How we welcomed the new year:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I noticed most people are curious about what other People are going to do in certain situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And many of them ask the same kind of questions in those situations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;School exams - How many hours are you going to study today?Valentines day - How expensive is the gift you bought for your girl friend?Beginning semester of the college - How many books did you buy for this semester?last semester of the college - How many classes are you going to bunk this semester?First day in office - How many hot girls in our team?Last day to submit Appraisal forms - What rating are you going to give yourself? (5 out of 5 obviously :P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;People pose the same question to many people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Each have different reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Some people don't know what to do in those situations. So they 'd just pick one of the answers given by many and do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Some people, who are absolutely jobless, collect all the answers and make a pie chart. (the same pie charts are published in renowned magazines as surveys :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And some (these are the worst kind) take advantage of your answer. These are the kind who'd buy a more expensive gift than yours and gift it to your girl friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hmm, anyways 'What are you going to do for the New Year's weekend?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All my colleagues,Orkut friends,facebook friends,Gtalk friends,Yahoo friends (atleast a zillion people in total) asked me the same question last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pat used to come my reply 'I'll get drunk :D'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ofcourse there were many kinds of reactions to my reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As all the boozer guys were happy with my reply, they either asked me if they can join our party or invited me to thier party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All the preacher guys and and some girls gave me free advice :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'You anyways booze for the rest of the year. Why booze again on the new year's day!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'You know its time you should start caring about your liver!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'Hmmph.. Now a days Young Indians are are so influenced by western civilization! Alcohol is the biggest evil westerners brought to India.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Alcohol.. brought by westerners to India!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is the most ignorant statement I've ever heard. I'm sure all my fellow Indian and Western boozer friends agree with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just go and browse any of our epics. Alcohol was ever present in India, even in TretaYuga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As only some of the many versions of the scriptures written are approved by the clergy as our epics, they potrayed that alcohol was only consumed by rakshasas! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In many of the other versions 'booze' is just a drink used during festivities to have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Some even say, when the angels and demons churned the great sea, the last thing that came out of the sea was alcohol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;oops.. i'm going off track...i'll come back to topic of my current post now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So my Mom and Dad asked me the same question..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'What are you going to do for the New Year's weekend?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As it is not advisable to give them the same answer I said 'Nothing. I'm just going to stay home and watch TV.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My Mom, felt pity for me (as I'm doin nothing on new year) and came up with a 'Things I should do list' on the new year's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Get up early in the morning and take a head bath! (my mom comfortably sitting in Andhra Pradesh has no idea about the winter in Gurgaon!!)Go to any of the near by temples and pray!Clean my room and Wash my clothes!Eat pure vegetarian food!Beware of my stupid friends who might trick me into trying new and bad things like consuming alcohol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hmm .. so it was clear .. I would not be able to do any of the things in 'Things I should do list'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Though I contemplated going to a near by temple idea (only because all beautiful girls visit temples on New years day :P), I came to a conclusion that I would be too hung over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;to visit a temple that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So me and my room mates decided that we will go for a 5 day boozing festival rather than a 7 day boozing festival like last time(due to various constraints).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Me and my freinds always believe in welcoming the new year with alcohol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;one of my friends says the logic is simple 'Alcohol makes me happy and active. If I am happy on the 1st day of new year, I'll be happy through out the year!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My other friend goes into philosophical mood. He says 'God made a mistake. When he created the world he should have created them in a already high state of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Imagine if that was the case, the world would have been so peaceful. No wars, no discrimination,no global warming, every one is happy. If someone commits a crime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;he will get a simple punishment. Make him drink water! he'll be pused back to normal state and he'll pretty much realise his mistake! And moreover Mankind would have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;never committed thier biggest misktake - Creation of Money!' (My friend strongly believes that creation of money is the biggest mistake man has ever made)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So basically me and my friends welcomed the new year with boozing marathon starting from 30th Dec 2009 ending on 3rd Jan 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We definitely had loads of fun!(all the booze haters, please spare me :P).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Though I don't know what you guys did on the New year's day, but I hope all of you started the new year happily!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I wish you all a happy and prosporous new year! Njoooooooooi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;PS: Though me and my friends are fanatic boozers, we are strongly against drinking and driving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After all why drink and drive when you can smoke and fly .. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1375116912447630378-1522874378018358345?l=naazguul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/feeds/1522874378018358345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1375116912447630378&amp;postID=1522874378018358345' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/1522874378018358345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/1522874378018358345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/2010/01/grand-celebration-how-we-welcomed-new.html' title='The Grand Celebration - How we welcomed the new year:'/><author><name>Narendra Naramala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01123792491545826483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RTh58N_Am4E/TuOMix4fYxI/AAAAAAAAGvI/2i0BVrWKXbU/s220/DSC_0939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1375116912447630378.post-1683007868133216023</id><published>2009-07-05T01:21:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-05T01:22:19.932+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just kill me now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My heart's so sore&lt;br /&gt;Can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how&lt;br /&gt;Just kill me now&lt;br /&gt;Rip my heart out&lt;br /&gt;Cut my throat&lt;br /&gt;Don't care how&lt;br /&gt;just do it now&lt;br /&gt;Do me a favor, my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Make it fast, not slow and full of pain&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to realise before my end&lt;br /&gt;That I can never have your love again&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how&lt;br /&gt;Just kill me now&lt;br /&gt;My heart's so sore&lt;br /&gt;Can't take the pain anymore&lt;br /&gt;But you are such a sweet hearted angel&lt;br /&gt;You can do no such heinous deed&lt;br /&gt;I'll kill myself now&lt;br /&gt;Hope i was atleast one of your good memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1375116912447630378-1683007868133216023?l=naazguul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/feeds/1683007868133216023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1375116912447630378&amp;postID=1683007868133216023' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/1683007868133216023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/1683007868133216023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-kill-me-now.html' title='Just kill me now'/><author><name>Narendra Naramala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01123792491545826483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RTh58N_Am4E/TuOMix4fYxI/AAAAAAAAGvI/2i0BVrWKXbU/s220/DSC_0939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1375116912447630378.post-7866611878636237765</id><published>2009-04-17T21:54:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:00:17.036+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SPORT IS MY RELIGION, WHAT'S YOURS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What is religion?&lt;br /&gt;According to Wikipedia 'A religion is an organized approach to human spirituality which usually encompasses a set of narratives, symbols, beliefs and practices, often with a supernatural or transcendent quality, that give meaning to the practitioner's experiences of life through reference to a higher power or truth.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there are already many religions in this world I find them deviating to an extreme extent from the purpose they have been created for.Religion has been polluted by many a men during their evolution through the centuries.For certain people who crave for power the most attractive and easy option was becoming a religious head and influencing the lives of innocent people.Many ideas which are against the purpose of religion like Religious superstitions,hatred for other religions have since polluted 'religion'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this grave situation if one is looking for a true way to approach the human spirituality , the only thing that springs to my mind is 'sport'. Any body who had played any sport in their life, even for a day, would definitely agree with me. A bare footed, ten year old kid playing football in the street corner with his friends has already experienced the greatest feeling he could ever experience, when he scored the goal and was embraced by all his team mates. He was not thinking what cast or creed his team mates were of. He was not thinking of the money he would earn in future when he becomes a star. He was not thinking about anything except the pure joy of life, derived from his own sweat, hard work and enthusiasm. (of course, later when the kid grew up, he forgot the great feeling. His parents and the society around him say he needs to earn money in order to be called success in life. His religion is so complicated that he never understood it or got answers from it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who never played any sport in his life might ask me, what does sport teach you? sport teaches you everything you need to lead your life. discipline, hard work, patience, simplicity, team spirit and never say die attitude. If one does not have discipline, hard work and patience, he could never excel in sports or life. you need to approch both life and sport in a simple and straight forward way. dont think about past or the future. Think of what you need to do right now and do what ever needs to be done right now. In a team there are various members with various qualities. The team does well only when everybody plays together. No matter how brilliant one team member is, if he does not play with the team he would never do well.In a team all its members are equal.Every one is as important as the other. Its the same case with the society. All the members of the society are as important as you. The society will thrive only when it has team spirit. Sport teaches you to never give up. Winning or loosing does not matter. you would always get another chance if you keep fighting. A sportsman never looses his heart when he looses. He becomes more determined and works harder in order to succeed next time, no matter how many times he looses. At the same time when he wins once, he never becomes complacent, because he could loose the next time! Its the same with life. No matter how many times you win or loose in life, never give up. keep fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sport teaches you the ultimate truth of life. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Don't give up. Winning or loosing does not matter and it is only the journey that matters'.&lt;/span&gt; Practicing this religion is not tough at all. You need to go the play ground instead of a temple or a mosque or a church. you don't read someone's teachings and scriptures, who you dont even know. you don't need to do fasting in order to keep your body healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to become the Prime Minister of India(where i have power to pass laws with out needing the consent of either of the parliament houses :P), the first thing I would do is pass a law stating 'All of the official records of The citizens of India will contain only 'Sport' in religion column. This is in order to solve all the problems created by the conventional religion and caste system. This would solve major problems like reservation,communal disharmony etc,. All the educational institutions would have SPORT as a subject where students will study the philosophies taught by sport, all the great stories of human sporting history etc., Finally, stadia will be built all over the country till their number is more than number of temples, mosques, churches, gurudwaras put together. All the panchayats, mandals, town municipalities, districts, city corporations will have more stadia than the conventional religious places of worship put together.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Rahul Gandhi reads my post, I am sure he would be inspired. I don't expect him to offer me the post of PM, but he would definitely make me the sports minister(at least human resources minster) in his cabinet :P. I don't expect the above statement to become true in the near future, so i urge you all to make 'sport' your religion and teach your children about the greatest religion of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1375116912447630378-7866611878636237765?l=naazguul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/feeds/7866611878636237765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1375116912447630378&amp;postID=7866611878636237765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/7866611878636237765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/7866611878636237765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/2009/04/sport-is-my-religion-whats-yours.html' title='SPORT IS MY RELIGION, WHAT&apos;S YOURS?'/><author><name>Narendra Naramala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01123792491545826483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RTh58N_Am4E/TuOMix4fYxI/AAAAAAAAGvI/2i0BVrWKXbU/s220/DSC_0939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1375116912447630378.post-8393180780864740536</id><published>2009-04-05T16:15:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-05T18:28:06.604+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='propose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silverine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>In search of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Experience taught me its very difficult to find love, leave alone true love. especially if u are a guy..that too a spoilt, confused, not so good lookin guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my experience i wud have proposed to a zillion gals(proud of it though :P) with out any success (not so proud of it..:( ). so i thought I'd categorize the various ways u cud ask a gal for love..for the sake of those rookies who are still contemplating which way to choose.. but i shud warn u though all of them have a very less probability of success (unless u r a John Abraham kinda hunk..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The first way&lt;/span&gt; is definitely 'write a letter'..the most popular way in school..&lt;br /&gt;guy composes a letter full of superlatives about the gal..and sprinkles it with cute little heart symbols.. and of course a huge greeting card if he thinks he could afford to waste money on his love.. ;). guy goes in search of the gal and finds her.. pedals faster..skids his bicycle in front of the gal in a typical gult hero style.. and then starts a conversation which goes some thing like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy: &lt;/span&gt;hiiiii.... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gal:  &lt;/span&gt;u again..!..and why do make ur dakota cycle to skid all the time..it already     looks like junk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy: &lt;/span&gt;hehe..leave it.. i've something for u.. (takes out the big greeting card with a&lt;br /&gt; Colgate ad smile..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gal: &lt;/span&gt;whts this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;its a greeting card.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gal: &lt;/span&gt;hehehe(sarcastic) .. i know its a greeting card.. but why did u bring it to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy: &lt;/span&gt;you'll know why..there's a letter with the card too..u shud read it..its quite poetic too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gal: &lt;/span&gt;(with a frown) ok..(and takes it..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our hero in a elated mood takes off on his bicycle..grinning...&lt;br /&gt;and this is what probably 'll happen next day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy: &lt;/span&gt;so...:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gal: &lt;/span&gt;so..?..wht..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy: &lt;/span&gt;dint u read my letter..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gal: &lt;/span&gt;oh ur letter.. its in the garbage bin near the place you met me yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; wht.. in the garbage bin..!!..wht about the card..??&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gal: &lt;/span&gt;ohh the card .. I gave it to vicky (the senior with a cute smile.)..hope you dont mind..:D&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy: &lt;/span&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many letter writing episodes like this, the guy realizes the letter funda and all the cards he bought with hard earned money (stolen from dad's pocket) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;wont work. he immediately consults his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;frnd who tasted success with many of the opposite sex including an hot aunty next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the our guy meets up with the advisor on the terrrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy: &lt;/span&gt;these letters and cards are not working man..!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;advisor: &lt;/span&gt;ofcourse..letters and cards are outdated dude..u think gals are stupid..?!..nebody can buy a card and get a letter written from his frend..!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy: &lt;/span&gt;hmm..yeah..u r right..wht shud i do..? :(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;advisor: &lt;/span&gt;hmm..u shud try becoming frens first..before u tell them ur intentions...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy: &lt;/span&gt;oohhh.....really..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;advisor: &lt;/span&gt;yes man...believe me..simple rules...make frens..help her..give advice..and whn the moment comes..take advantage..;)&lt;br /&gt;and remember..u shud be patient..if one gal doesn't work out the next one 'll always will..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy: &lt;/span&gt;u r so right dude..thnk you so much.. :D&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;advisor: &lt;/span&gt;i know..now lets go and u r going to buy me a beer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so our guy resorts to the more tedious process of making frens, listening to her worries..giving her advice..doin little chores for her..dropping her at various places .. etc etc... and when he thinks the moment came..used to express his intentions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wud generally result in our guy getting slapped..or..inever thoguht of u in such way..we shud just be frens..or..ohh so sweet..but i already have a boy fren..or..the worst one..the rich father and elder brothers of the gal beat him up..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though these experiences were never fruitful, our guy got strong mentally. he came to a conclusion after all life can be cruel and he shud be ready to face it.&lt;br /&gt;he also told himself never to act on others advices and decide to do wht his heart tells him to do(this happened after the release of 'mohabbatein' of course..:P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..after a lot of trial and error .. and lot of dejection, agony and frustration..our guy came to a conclusion..lemme be straight forward with any gal i meet from now..its has a very low success rate..but who cares..my attempts are not successful even now! and more over when i meet my true love, my dream gal (the gal who loves straight forward guys..!), i wudn't miss out on her by doing stupid things like writing letters, making frens blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now a days, when our guy meets a gal now a days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; heyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gal:&lt;/span&gt; hii..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy&lt;/span&gt;: u r so beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gal:&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; would you be my gal..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gal:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;slap&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; heyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gal:&lt;/span&gt; hii..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; u r so beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gal:&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; would you be my gal..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gal:&lt;/span&gt; hehe.. nice try..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; hehe.. hope u dont have a boy frend..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gal:&lt;/span&gt; i do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;fsfdsfsdf&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; heyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gal:&lt;/span&gt; hii..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; u r so beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gal:&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; would you be my gal..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gal:&lt;/span&gt; hehe.. u r hopeless..we just met..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; so why dont we meet this weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gal:&lt;/span&gt; and do wht..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; have a couple of beers and have fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gal:&lt;/span&gt; so..u booze ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; why.. u dont..!.. u shud..boozing helps evolution of mind..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gal:&lt;/span&gt; hehe...really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; in fact u shud try smoking some weed too..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gal:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;#k#K3k&gt; .. wierdo ..(runs from the place)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; heyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gal in office:&lt;/span&gt; hii..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; u r so beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;gal in office:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy: &lt;/span&gt;would you be my gal..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;gal in office:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; hehe.. lets see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; u know..i'm an IIT pass out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gal in office:&lt;/span&gt; ohh ..really.i heard all IITians booze a lot and are addicted to drugs..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; well not really addicted though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gal in office:&lt;/span&gt; hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; so..can we go out this weekend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gal in office:&lt;/span&gt; naah..i have plans..may be some other time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guy:&lt;/span&gt; hmm..:( .. may be next weekend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gal in office:&lt;/span&gt; hmm..# to herself(may be next life..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..our guy still believes his straight forward way is still the best..and i'll keep u updated if he meets a gal who likes him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you reached till this point..thanks for your patience..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these days i'm reading an awesome blog (&lt;a href="http://poomanam.blogspot.com/"&gt;Silverine&lt;/a&gt;) in my extremely boring and painful office hours.. she's simply awesome.. in fact some of the presentation ideas in this blog have been palgiarized from her blog.. :P .. in fact i'm thinking of proposing to her in a new way.. don't be surprised if you see..a big fonted 'PLeaseeeeeeeee Maryyyy Meeeeeee' in her comments section..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Naramala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01123792491545826483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RTh58N_Am4E/TuOMix4fYxI/AAAAAAAAGvI/2i0BVrWKXbU/s220/DSC_0939.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1375116912447630378.post-1994181619485822268</id><published>2008-07-18T15:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:09:51.842+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Chumma blog....</title><content type='html'>its been a very long time since i blogged...&lt;br /&gt;so wanted to a post some crap...&lt;br /&gt;hope this will induce me in future.. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1375116912447630378-1994181619485822268?l=naazguul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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good result finally...&lt;br /&gt;Tevez 's finish was awesome...&lt;br /&gt;And arsenal drew at home..!!..that was the best news..!&lt;br /&gt;AcMilan at home wud be too much for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much work these days..!&lt;br /&gt;Dont know what to do..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was reading Jiddu Krishnamurthi's quotes and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;This guy is good...&lt;br /&gt;His philosophy is the most agreeable philosophy about life..i have read till now..!!&lt;br /&gt;And he says no one should consider him as their guru..!&lt;br /&gt;If one does they never understood what he was saying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of pending works to do..!&lt;br /&gt;But no mood ..!&lt;br /&gt;Man can never be happy ha..&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter..if he has achieved something or not..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1375116912447630378-151427783347336705?l=naazguul.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZDpf8_ThuIs/R6ced-WlOeI/AAAAAAAABmY/5ELoddjo8gU/s200/mop_wall3_1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163128998106315234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..manu dropped points yesterday...!!&lt;br /&gt;dont know how spurs are playing so well..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the whole summary of my weekend..!!&lt;br /&gt;boring...and sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends wanted me to go to a book fair..!&lt;br /&gt;that a book fair in delhi..!&lt;br /&gt;no way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i came to the office today..&lt;br /&gt;one of the biggies told me..&lt;br /&gt;my wallpaper is not good... i've to change it..!&lt;br /&gt;who'd say jessica alba's orange wallpaper is bad..!!&lt;br /&gt;shud be a weirdo...i mean weirder than me.. (dun know if weirder exists..!)..&lt;br /&gt;changes it to a penguin wall paper...&lt;br /&gt;hope he doesn't know penguins eat their own shit..!&lt;br /&gt;definitely wud ask me to change it if he knows..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...a boring week started again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this blogger...&lt;br /&gt;who writes her day in pictures... (dayinpictures.co.uk)..&lt;br /&gt;she has so many interesting things everyday to write about..&lt;br /&gt;dunno if she creates some of the stuff..!&lt;br /&gt;shud be..life cant be that interesting..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1375116912447630378-5252692165989783197?l=naazguul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/feeds/5252692165989783197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1375116912447630378&amp;postID=5252692165989783197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/5252692165989783197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/5252692165989783197'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wierd crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hibernation'/><title type='text'>its fucking cold here...</title><content type='html'>its fucking cold here...&lt;br /&gt;thats the sentence i use most...when somebody asks me howz gurgaon..!&lt;br /&gt;used to hate chennai for its heat and humidity..&lt;br /&gt;shud start hating gurgaon for heat and cold i guess..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole weekend was spent under the think blanket(its not a blanket..its like a bed..!)...&lt;br /&gt;thought wud make use of the hibernation funda..&lt;br /&gt;wud occasionally get up in search of food in my house..&lt;br /&gt;but my house is worse than the arctic region...&lt;br /&gt;food is scarce in winter..!&lt;br /&gt;ordered a pizza finally....an extra large one...&lt;br /&gt;shud suffice my whole weekend needs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of goin out and njoin the chill...&lt;br /&gt;i called my friend ..but she didn't even take the call...&lt;br /&gt;guess i bugged her too much as usual...&lt;br /&gt;or may be she is hibernating too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom and dad ask me to be careful in the winter...&lt;br /&gt;and then remind of doin my laundry..&lt;br /&gt;and then the usual thing..'you shud do ur postgraduation asap...and get settled..'&lt;br /&gt;get settled ha..!..no idea whats getting settled...&lt;br /&gt;geting married and having kids..thats definitely not getting settled..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing good for the weekend was manu winning its fa cup match...&lt;br /&gt;spurs got trounced..&lt;br /&gt;ronny rocks...its not even mid season..he scored 25 already..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at some 11 am on Monday..&lt;br /&gt;no sun today too...&lt;br /&gt;somehow reached office by noon..&lt;br /&gt;but had to take a crocin though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was happy to find there were many people who bunked office today...&lt;br /&gt;but then...was bored to hell..&lt;br /&gt;dint feel like doin nething...&lt;br /&gt;browsed all stupid websites and blogs....&lt;br /&gt;There is a site called weirdcrap.com..where they post all the weird crap people submit..!&lt;br /&gt;may be i shud send some of my blogs...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1375116912447630378-3274133222487484465?l=naazguul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/feeds/3274133222487484465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1375116912447630378&amp;postID=3274133222487484465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1375116912447630378/posts/default/3274133222487484465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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resolutions...&lt;br /&gt;the things we wanted to do all the time..cudnt do it..and should start doin them this year at least..&lt;br /&gt;of course many of this year's resolutions would end up gettin repeated in 2009's resolutions..coz we miserably failed to meet objectives of 2008 ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i don't have much idea about the kind of resolutions which get repeated in a normal..easy goin..average clean human being...&lt;br /&gt;I definitely know the resolutions which get repeated for screwed up..crazy..bachelors..who have been thrown out into the wilderness of the world from the sweet naked comfort of their college lives or homes..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the list would look some what like this..&lt;br /&gt;**Quit smoking&lt;br /&gt;**Quit smoking (u definitely need that twice in ur list..!)&lt;br /&gt;**Try not to damage ur liver ne more..(after u totally had 956 liters of alcohol last year..!)&lt;br /&gt;**Start working out...(this is a smart resolution though..!)&lt;br /&gt;**Wash clothes regularly...(at least once in a month..!!)&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Find true love&lt;/span&gt;..(Untrue love will also do i guess..!!)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm ..i dont know about other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;screwed up..crazy..bachelors..atleast my list is on now...&lt;br /&gt;'ll check how many of them 'll be repeated next year...!!&lt;br /&gt;its like an experiment haa...so cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1375116912447630378-3516662389664514704?l=naazguul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naazguul.blogspot.com/feeds/3516662389664514704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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