<?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-10132989</id><updated>2012-02-13T21:44:45.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voices within my Alter Ego</title><subtitle type='html'>To release out all the internal conflict of opinions i have with my alter ego on various topics, considering i am a Gemini.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-113854390016864324</id><published>2006-01-29T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T20:36:20.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rang De Basanti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It was the talk of the town. The whole city was whispering about the new movie which had hit the silver screen. The reviews of this movie were everywhere on the internet. Anxiety got the better of me and decided to finally watch this movie in a theatre on a saturday night with my friends. For the first time ever, i returned back a happy man without disappointment. The movie had far exceeded my expectations and left me spellbound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Never had i seen a movie which has a story rich of history and a message to tell, which i think, has been done in the best possible way. The movie is a mixture of humor, emotions, drama spiced up with wonderful music by A R Rehman, who never ceases to amaze with his musical talents. The cast for the movie comprises of some experienced stars and a few young actors who play a stellar performance. In short, the movie has tit-bits of everything which can be incorporated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Rang De Basanti is not a patriotic film. It is infact a movie which underlies a relation between the past and the present. While the past showcases about a couple of freedom fighters lying their lives for the freedom of the country, the present is more on the life of youth filled with cynicsm about India's future and corruption evolving from the grassroots of Indian politics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It all starts when a British citizen reads her grandfather's biography on Indian freedom fighters, and then decides to come to India to shoot a documentary regarding the same. She comes across group of college-mates filled with zeal and spirit. The college-mates are carefree in nature, without any slightest imagination about what their future holds for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; The youngsters are convinced that nobody can propel the country in the right direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; And it took an herculean task for her to convince them to star in the movie which portrays about martyrs who fought for Indian freedom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But once they begin enacting the lives of the historical characters, comes the transformation about the outlook of the present and the role they can play to change it. The spirit without them arises and realise that until and unless one doesn't contribute to the welfare of the nation, nothing can ever progress. The death of their close friend ignites the anger within them and they throw up a mini revolution against the corrupt politicians whom they consider as the root cause for all the troubles sprouting in India. They take up the initiative by killing the minister responsible for the death of pilots, who lay down their lives for the safety and welfare of the nation. To bring about a mass uprising, they even end up laying their lives to spread the message across the youths in the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The music complements each and every part of the movie. The correlations between the past and the present have been done perfectly. To sum up in short, it is a highly entertaining, entralling and and enlightening movie. A must watch movie for all the citizens of India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10132989-113854390016864324?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/113854390016864324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=113854390016864324&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/113854390016864324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/113854390016864324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2006/01/rang-de-basanti.html' title='Rang De Basanti'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-113723988329531952</id><published>2006-01-14T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T04:11:51.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infatuated Football Fanatic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I remember the day when I was asked way back when I was 10 years old “do you know which one is the most preferred and most followed game in the world?” I promptly said “yeah, of course. Cricket!!.” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Came back a swift reply in the form of a huge grin. What else would you expect from someone who never had the opportunity to view any other game other than cricket till age of 12? Damn doordarshan (a TV channel in India) never used to air any other game other than cricket, which &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;without any slightest hesitation in saying)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;without&gt; is the most boring game and the most over hyped game I have ever come across. Naah! I am not going to waste my time here talking about it. I would prefer maundering about the game I love the most, FOOTBALL!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/without&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The minute you step into the field, you feel the adrenaline rushing through you. The feeling of ecstasy when the ball is at your feet and under your control is just indescribable. The frolic you get when you try to tease the opponents to steal the ball is just awesome. Bewildering them with your dribbling skills and getting the ball past them is just something you would love to do over and over again. Football is such a fast paced game which makes it a fun game to play and watch.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The best part of it is that it makes you involved throughout the game. You feel a part of it, and you have the palpating sensation that you can make something happen. Have you ever seen the delight on the faces of someone who has scored a goal? No dude, its not cause he has scored for his club or country. Its an inner feeling which arouses out of you which makes you jump around with joy. Passion involved in the game is immense. Not only am I talking about the players involved, but also the spectators watching the game. That’s why it’s the most followed game in the world. World Cup is just a few months away. Bhoy! I cant wait, I just cant.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Every weekend, I manage to squeeze some time for this wonderful game with some of my friends. Lack of football fields in our locality is not gonna hinder us from playing. Winning or losing doesn’t matter me a bit. At the end of the day, it just leaves me satisfied and pleased that I have done something what I love doing most, PLAY FOOTBALL!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10132989-113723988329531952?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/113723988329531952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=113723988329531952&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/113723988329531952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/113723988329531952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2006/01/infatuated-football-fanatic.html' title='Infatuated Football Fanatic'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-113551605449250505</id><published>2005-12-25T04:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T06:34:47.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;IF someone would have called me a ‘bookworm’ few weeks back, I probably would have laughed it out. I never used to get along well this books and novels. But with time, my hatred towards books slowly vaporized. Today, you can find me fishing around in landmark or Higginbotham’s searching for novels.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Can’t actually trace from when I did I develop this allergic reaction towards books. Probably it all started during my high school days, when I was like forced to huge voluminous books for my board exams. Before this, I used to visit the library regularly, and was a huge fan of Enid Blyton. Have read almost all her books including the ‘Famous Five’ and ‘Secret Seven’ series. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;From then on, I just couldn’t stand novels. Usually used to find it very boring and used to make me feel sleepy. Between times, I did catch hold of a few, tried hard to improve my reading habit, but without any success. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Then one fine day, I paid a visit to the book shop. They had a huge collection ranging from classics to fiction, mystery to current affairs. After frantic exploring through the shop, I ended up buying a John Grisham novel ‘The Partner’. I found the book quite interesting. It revolved about a most wanted man who with his experience with law practices, somehow manages to get rid of all the charges which was imposed on him. With it arose my new passion for reading.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Since then, I have been quite regular to landmark and end up buying at least couple of books per month. Have a collection of books at home, which I am yet to read. ‘Catch 22’, ‘Hitchhikers Guide to Galaxy’, ‘The Fountainhead’, Coupled with books by John Grisham and Michael Crichton. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The main cause for me sudden passion towards books would be the rigorous work I do in office. People tend to relax after a long days work. Reading novels gives a soothing feeling at the end of day. Am happy to develop this habit and make sure it never perishes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; ***********************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Trivia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Some people love reading books. Likewise, some like writing blogs. What pleasure does one get by writing blogs? An answer which i myself have been searching for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     MERRY CHRISTMAS &amp; HAPPY NEW YEAR 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&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/10132989-113551605449250505?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/113551605449250505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=113551605449250505&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/113551605449250505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/113551605449250505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/12/book-mania_25.html' title='Book Mania'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-113307639813267235</id><published>2005-11-26T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T23:28:28.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught in a Web!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ever felt depressed beyond reprieve?! Ever felt disgusted that nothing is going your way? Have you had the feeling that the last hope left is fading slowly away from you? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The feelings just like when a fly gets trapped in the web of entanglement, and is hopelessly lost. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s trapped in the middle flapping its wings trying desperately, but in vain to escape from the grasp of the sticky web. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It has realized the terrible painstaking truth that in no time it would be engulfed by the jaws of terror, and be its meal. It looks down and senses the hollowness of the future which lies ahead. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Clinging on to the strands, the fly sees a whole vast universe it would have loved to explore. There are other flies and insects which are rambling about searching for fun. It observes how happy they are, who seem so content with their lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are hovering around the sweets scattered all along the floor. But are they even thinking of trying to save the poor soul from the jaws of death? Nope, they seem to be busy with the sweets and the sugar. The terrible truths dawns that it’s no longer needed by others. Perhaps it’s not so real to them after all?!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;The case of a trapped fly is no different from the hapless victim who is pouring out this depressing thoughts and feelings. He is stuck right in the middle facing nothing but an empty insensate world out there. He has realized that life is never going to turn out the way you want it to be. It’s already been formulated.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And if you're taking a walk through the garden of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;What do you think you'd expect you would see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Just like a mirror reflecting the moves of your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And in the river reflections of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;There are time when I feel I'm afraid for the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;There are times I'm ashamed of us all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When you're floating on all the emotion you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And reflecting the good and the bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Will we ever know what the answer to life really is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Can you really tell me what life is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Maybe all the things that you know that are precious to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Could be swept away by fate's own hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Harris (Blood Brothers, Iron Maiden)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10132989-113307639813267235?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/113307639813267235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=113307639813267235&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/113307639813267235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/113307639813267235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/11/caught-in-web.html' title='Caught in a Web!'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-112609263072905876</id><published>2005-09-07T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T04:33:55.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Mumbaiite! Proud Indian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  I couldn't' stop making this comparison..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    inches of rain in new orleans due to  hurricane katrina... 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inches of rain in mumbai (July 27th).... 37.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    population of new orleans...  484,674&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;population of mumbai....  12,622,500 &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    deaths in new orleans within 48 hours  of katrina...100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deaths in mumbai within 48hours of rain..  37. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    number of people to be evacuated in new  orleans... entire city..wohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number of people evacuated in mumbai...10,000 &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    Cases of shooting and violence in new  orleans...Countless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cases of shooting and violence in mumbai.. NONE &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    Time taken for US army to reach new  orleans... 48hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time taken for Indian army and navy to reach mumbai...12hours &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    status 48hours later...new orleans is  still waiting for relief, army and electricty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;status 48hours later..mumbai is back on its  feet and is business is as usual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    USA...world's most developed  nation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India...JUST A DEVELOPING NATION.. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    oopss...did i get the last fact  wrong??? Or am I just being proud of being an INDIAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;p.s: received it thru mail. couldnt resist posting it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;a nice blog to revive my dry blogpage :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10132989-112609263072905876?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/112609263072905876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=112609263072905876&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/112609263072905876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/112609263072905876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/09/proud-mumbaiite-proud-indian.html' title='Proud Mumbaiite! Proud Indian'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-112217714266983800</id><published>2005-07-23T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T20:52:22.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Lanes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well.. it has been a long hard month for me now. The transition from a lazy bum in college to a (to-be) hard worker in my new company wasnt easy as i had expected. new mates.. new location.. climate is somethin i find difficult to cope up with. but i guess.. i m now well settled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to all those... who are new visitors to mah blog.. lemme introduce myself. hehe. well.. i have been assigned a post of software engineer.. unaware of what i m supposed to do in his new adventure. someone said.. i have to play around with numbers.. which supposedly aint an easy job. my boss seems to be a cool guy.. and fellow workers in the company are interactive too. (bare a few.. who sometimes give me a cold stare.. when tryin to start a conversation). anyway, the company looks better than wht i had imagined. its got a healty work environment... buzzin with activity (ya.. even during night ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the day i joined my company.. they put me into rigurous trainin. 15 hard days i had to endure.. from morning 8 to evening 7. (well.. tht shld explain the reason for me not bloggin for soo long). i was over the moon.. when i realised i escaped unscathed.. in short..I survived :) but it was short lived. another training schedule was planned which was somethin related to wht i m goin to work on. damn. why do they put so much burden on a newbie like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the weekends were supposedly the only days .. i was free to lither around. but i found myself busy searchin for a new flat.. which took me a month. finally, everythin is now resolved.. and i m moving in today. i guess for now.. i can say 'i have settled in'. but lot of complications are due to arrive for sure, enuf to keep me busy. i promise thou.. i wont stop bloggin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;someone said "changing lanes aint easy". to be honest.. he was right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so long folks. enjoy ur day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10132989-112217714266983800?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/112217714266983800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=112217714266983800&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/112217714266983800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/112217714266983800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/07/changing-lanes.html' title='Changing Lanes'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-111838444890132371</id><published>2005-06-10T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T23:20:48.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeopathy: Does it work?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;when we feel sick, we invariably go to the hospital to receive treatment. but its not the case with all the people. some of them prefer a treatment, also known as homeopathy!. i m sure many wouldnt have even heard of it. it comes from the family of pathys(treatments) originating from the asian region. as far as i know, there are lot of pathy's used to treat a patient. the treatment in hospital is known as alopathy. some of them have even originated from religious and superstitious beliefs. my grand ma still follows it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;in homeopathy, patients are given small round tablets which is usually sugar coated. the most funny part is tht these sugar coated tablets are classified into some 2000 varieties. and to top it off, more than 100 varieties can be used for the treatment of same disease. my dad once bought a huge encyclopedia on homeopathy and i couldnt help noticing the kind of treatment. apparently, a particular sugar coated medicine can be used to cure large number of disease without any side effects. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;note:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all these tablets look similar, and i still havent been able to figure out the diff between any two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a homeopathic doctor consults the patient abt the symptoms of the disease, goes thru the encyclopedia, and then chooses the medicine from a variety of them listed in it. not only does he say he can cure common symptoms like cold, fever &amp; headache, but also symptoms ranging like bad dreams, increase in memory power, some wound in your elbow etc. now this is utter ridiculous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;even thou, it may sound funny to me, many people do follow this treatment. cant believe that even in this modern world of science, people stick with old tradional ways of treatment. probably cause ther are no side effects. these doctors earn lots of money selling this sugar coated tablets attaching a strange name along with it. thou they say it can cure anythin, i dont think it can cure the IWC syndrome which i m suffering from. haha. you will shortly figure what this syndrome is, and will realise that you might also suffer from this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;p.s: i have noticed that most of the bloggers and other readers prefer reading only the latest blog, and just ignore the other blogs. this makes life difficult for someone who is on a bloggin roll, and suffers constantly from I-Want-Comments syndrome. i know one of my friend who stopped blogging, cause no one visited his blog or commented on it, even if they read it. now, i fear the same situation may arise with me. if homeopathy says that it has got a cure for it, i will blindly take it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10132989-111838444890132371?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/111838444890132371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=111838444890132371&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111838444890132371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111838444890132371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/06/homeopathy-does-it-work.html' title='Homeopathy: Does it work?'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-111822489860087843</id><published>2005-06-08T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T03:01:38.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Author's Artistry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;after 4 years of torrid life in college, i hoped to enjoy my time at home. but the timing couldnt have been more worse. my sisters exams had started and i was crippled down to recline in the bed with out any TV or computer for a long time. dying of boredom, i borrowed some novel from my friend. DAN BROWN.. heard of him? no i m not talking abt '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/span&gt;'. i got hold of his other two books '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The Digital Fortress&lt;/span&gt;' and '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Angels &amp; Demons&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dan Brown's artistry in bringing up the whole controversy thru a book was really fascinating. it became a best seller instantaneously. the way he collected details abt somethin called 'the priory of sion, twisted a part of the real story, put some drama in between to make it one of the most thrilling stories ever. was expecting the same kind of language and drama in his novel 'the digital fortress'. it didnt disprove my expections. the novel was tantalizing, a heart-racing thriller which was cleverly brought up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kept me wondering whether all authors bring abt the same kind of writing in all their novels. Looking at various novels written by robert ludlum, robin cook, sidney sheldon and dan brown, my postulate didnt seem entirely false. each book tells somethin abt the author, his way of writing. in all, his books charaterizes himself different from others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;for eg. dan brown brings up well-detailed facts before he brings up his imagination, or lets say fiction. the facts brought up are such that it makes the reader believe its for real. slowly and steadily, he involves the reader into the story. his drama usually includes a lot of characters, and it different locations, which he consequently brings abt in  alternate chapters to make the reader aware of the happenings. his language is simple, doesnt include complicated words and twisted meanings, making it easier for a layman to understand. but he plots the story brilliantly till the end. keeps me wondering whether its all instinctive thoughts in authors mind or was it a well planned story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but like most authors, dan brown does reveal some of his identity in his novels. most of his plots involve around a female, and he brings up some kind of love story which according to me, spoils the whole situation. and the novel 'The Digital Fortress' revolves around some cryptographers love for another. 'the Da Vinci Code' too had one similar to this. but the intensity of the fiction carried me away from tht part. will be deeply engrossed in his other book 'Angels &amp; Demons' in a few days time, and i know wht lies ahead in the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is not just the case with dan brown. even sidney sheldon uses this as a part of his play. their books may never touch the artistry of some of the classic authors. but it does prove that every author have their own style of expressing their thoughts. sometimes i feel, this distinction in style is necessary in order to bring abt variety. and this is good, as the reader gets an option to choose his type of novels. take my example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i m halfway through ayn rand's 'the Fountainhead' , and now i feel exhausted. wonder whether i will ever be able to complete such a voluminous book. combined with non sensical philosophy, it just drives me crazy. same with paulo coelho 'the Alchemist'. althou most of the things he is trying to explain has a deep meaning in it, but talking abt the sun and the wind talking and compromising on a deal, is somethin which sounds really funny to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;there are many bloggers.. who i know are aspiring to write a book. thou they havent started writing yet, i already know the style of writing they will incorporate in their novel. its a part of their identity.. and i feel it will never completely change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;p.s: i have decided not to write any book as of now, and spare all the readers, the trouble of goin thru the worst novel ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10132989-111822489860087843?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/111822489860087843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=111822489860087843&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111822489860087843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111822489860087843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/06/authors-artistry.html' title='An Author&apos;s Artistry'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-111798497398843039</id><published>2005-06-05T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T08:22:53.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Point Struggler (Part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hopes of a branch change had vaporised into thin air. kept wondering if it was worth slogging for rest of my life. second sem came and went like a whoosh. the only thing i can possible remember is me having a stupid argument with a friend of mine over a rock band cassette, and fellow wingmates giving bumps to every other guy in the wing for fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;after a two month long vacation break, came one of the most imp. semesters, third. 7 courses and 2 labs. had second thoughts of coming back into vicious study circle. spent a lot of time in the institute library pondering over 1000 page huge chemical engg books. but the effect of the course and the AC in the library, always made me doze of midway thru my chapter. so decided to issue the books and give it a try in hostel. but my fellow wingmates never let me settle into a proper study routine. ended up with another dissapointing 7 point somethin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;by now, i had almost given up hope to putting a fightback. i was dropped back to rank 12 in my branch. soon, computers started arriving in my wing, and the game fever started. well, it all started with 2d games like mortar, and then gradually shifted to 3d games like 'age of empires' and 'quake'. coupled with a newly installed LAN facility in the wing, the game fever never faded and spent most of my next three semesters in front of my computer. rivetted back to copying assignments and lab reports. slowly, i started to involve myself in lot of hostel activities, especially in sports. spent most of my time playing football or volley. during this tenure, my addiction to musik had sprouted. started listening to rock and heavy metal (thankfully for my wingmates, i didnt have a woofer. or just imagine the torture they would have faced. they still hadnt grown enough to move from the backstreet gays genre).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i had become a  seasonal 7 pointer by now. like most of other fellow 7 pointers, i started blaming the system, the iit course curriculum. last minute brushing thru books before exams, copying assignments from websites and classmates had become my regular schedule.the final year was no less different. with the arrival of internet to hostel rooms, i almost stopped attending classes. spent most of my time chatting with twits :P it had just become another task for me as to how to survive the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;after managin just a string of 7 pointers throughout my life at IIT, i realised my future was in grave danger. so sat down one day pondering over my future. i didnt want to end my life in a chemical industry for sure, wearing masks and funny looking jacket. thought of becoming a rock star, but realised i never actually touched a guitar. footballer, hmm.. for a guy who tires out running 400m on a trot, didnt feel like a good option. writer?.. haha, you can figure out by my style of writing. so had to go for the only option left, a software engineer. i finally made it to some local company somehow, even thou my crap grades were an obstacle. (i didnt bribe the interviewer thou, hope i dont make him regret his decision of selecting me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well.. my life in IIT was similar to the one put down by the author of the book '5 point someone'. thou i shld say, i never had an accidental meeting with a girl driving a car nor did i ever try to attempt suicide from the insti terrace (as mentioned in the book). my life may not be worth portraying in a movie but sure was a tough ride. i enjoyed everybit of it, and shld thank my friends for making my stay in the institute a pleasant one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;p.s: seems like fubu has started writing personal blogs (which he never does and loathes writing one). he surely needs to go to a psychiatrist to have a check up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10132989-111798497398843039?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/111798497398843039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=111798497398843039&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111798497398843039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111798497398843039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/06/7-point-struggler-part-ii.html' title='7 Point Struggler (Part II)'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-111785974627643415</id><published>2005-06-03T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T09:59:40.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Point Struggler (Part I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;recently, i had the chance to glance thru a book named '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;5 point someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;' which revolves around life of 3 IITians. the story reminded of my life with my fellow wingmates in IIT. so, i have named this blog is '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;7 point strugglers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'. i can even reveal my true life story in a book, as i have a lots to say. but i dont have it in me to write a long one, as IIT has drained whatever i had in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as mentioned in the book, i never slogged for 2 years. i m not an IIT material (if you know wht i mean). infact, my clearance thru JEE will still remain a mystery. mayb a 100 rupee note slipped thru my pocket between the answer sheets, and the examiners mistook it as a bribe and accepted it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;whatever, i made it, and thats all what matters(althou i regret it now deeply). the day of me joining college had arrived. found myself stuck with two roommates in a hostel in my first year. both didnt seem like as if they had slogged their 2 years burying their heads in books too. made me wonder whether there were lot of idiots who made it this prestigious college without any hardwork. had a lot of strange neighbors too. one had a mini storehouse of all the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;materials you can find in a supermarket. one got himself all the books he could buy from the bookstore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On my very first day in hostel, i came face to face with a bunch of seniors. they blocked my way and started asking me questions. i was kinda in a hurry and didnt bother to reply to them. looking at their angry faces, i realised i was in big trouble. to top it off, i asked them their names, which angered them further. as expected, they popped into my room at the stroke of midnight. fortunately for me, my roommates were there too. or just imagine the slaughter. so my first ragging session had begun. but it wasnt physical as i had imagined. they kept asking us the most dumb questions and trying to irritate and make us shed a few tears. i must say, i found the session rather funny. this made me feel comfortable in my other raggin sessions, and this made the seniors leave me free, as their purpose of putting me in misery had failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;first semester exams had arrived. i and my fellow wingmates hardly had time to settle. so we started mugging our balls off. people started RGing* others. one guy in my wing was so good at it. he used to collect everyone from the wing for a saturday movie, then halfway thru the movie he would come back to his room and start studying. i never was made to slog. so i gave away midway. as expected, i flunked in a few tests and got a very bad first sem grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;life in my college was not going as i had dreamt of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;to be continued ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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I)'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-111785317469794440</id><published>2005-06-03T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T19:46:14.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Train Journey Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the 28th of may, which happened to be one of the hottest days this summer, our mr.fubu decided to travel 1200 miles across the country from a god forsaken place to a place which he considers close to paradise. For some,  travelling around 1200 miles would mean hoping into some neighbouring country. mr.fubu decided to save some money in the trip, so decided to go by the cheapest means possible. yes, you guessed it right, TRAIN!! (if some fools were thinking of bullock carts, then i pity them :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;travelling by train is somethin which is worth its experience. train travel are usually not as comfortable as by air. you will need to spend around 24 hrs travelling tht distance compared to two hours flight. sometimes, one even has to endure sitting various postures to fit themselves inside the compartment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;our mr.fubu got up pretty early around 5:30 to pack of his bags. time passed by, and he managed to stuff the stuff in 5 bags. he departed to the railway station on time and reached ther around 6:20. what he witnessed was a swarm full of people hustling around with their luggages. some where gathered in some corner, where they were checking their ticket status. others were restlessly moving around, either their train was arriving late or they were waiting for some visitors. fubu had to check my ticket status, so had to push thru the crowd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;coach S9. OMG! who was goin to travel so far with such a luggage. so, he hired a cookie to help him with the luggages. as he entered the coach, he was greeted by a host of families who filled the coach apart from few college gangs who aparently were coming back to mumbai after touring chennai (wonder why they chose the damn place for a tour). the family who had occupied their seats, were stunned at the number of luggages which he carried. fubu somehow stuffed the luggages so that they dont feel any discomfort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the cubicle was still half empty. for a moment, i was rejoicing that fellow passengers werent goin to make for this journey. then i realised the truth that they were boarding the compartment at some other station (where usually the most country ppl board). fubu decided to cash in the extra space allocated for him for the next 2 hrs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;as expected, a host of families, mostly country ppl boarded the train. as soon as they entered, the decibel level in the compartment had roared up. they came in bulks, and consisted of aging from a small kid 2months old to a old man say 75. fubu got irritated and decided to camp in the upper berth. for the rest of the journey, the atmosphere was taken by those country ppl. fubu was just a spectator. on the journey, various intruders made their way thru the compartment, beggers, eunuchs, and big fat policemen, and a few ppl who serve coffee every 5 min.. shouting 'chai chai' in a hoarse voice all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;time just passed by. fubu had killed his time by getting himself engrossed in the magazines he bought at the station.. or crashing at the upper berth inspite of all the noise. he somehow survived throughout the journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;althou mr. fubu endured painful experiences in the journey, he did seem to enjoy it. no where will you come across and get a chance to meet and talk with ppl from different parts of country and learn their lifestyles. lets just say one can learn abt india without touring the entire country in this filled train compartment. its a must for every indian to experience a train journey in second class compartment, and also for few who never had experienced train journey ever in their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10132989-111785317469794440?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/111785317469794440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=111785317469794440&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111785317469794440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111785317469794440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/06/typical-train-journey-experience.html' title='Typical Train Journey Experience'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-111633787617852793</id><published>2005-05-17T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T06:51:16.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace of Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Have you had cold showers of pain&lt;br /&gt; My friend, you've stood in my rain&lt;br /&gt; Deathly feeling of loneliness&lt;br /&gt; No need to feel shameless&lt;br /&gt; I've been there before&lt;br /&gt; Not wanting to feel any more&lt;br /&gt; Your hearts been broken in half&lt;br /&gt; Mind still living in the past&lt;br /&gt; Cold dark thoughts of suicide&lt;br /&gt; Why don't I do it tonight&lt;br /&gt; Don't worry it will go away&lt;br /&gt; Learn to love another day&lt;br /&gt; Put it in the back of mind&lt;br /&gt; Let it rest and you will find&lt;br /&gt; Dark clouds begin to part&lt;br /&gt; New love will mend the heart&lt;br /&gt; Thoughts of suicide disappear&lt;br /&gt; Self- esteem will reappear&lt;br /&gt; One day you'll be able to say&lt;br /&gt; My friend you've stood in my rain&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;                                   -Dave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10132989-111633787617852793?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/111633787617852793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=111633787617852793&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111633787617852793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111633787617852793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/05/peace-of-mind.html' title='Peace of Mind'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-111612120203737723</id><published>2005-05-14T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T18:40:02.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Eternity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;last few weeks have been damn hectic for me. i had to endure my final semester exams and also my final year project, both at the same time. the project made my life nothing short of hell. and to top it off, my project guide was one total pain in the ass. i had almost given up hope. but somehow i managed to get some results, finish my project and gave my final presentation of the project. phew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OMG! last time i blogged was on 21st april, and thats nearly 25 days . well, i sorely missed blogging during this time (dunno about the visitors). my friends where blogging their way to glory, and i was just staring at the monitor. since i have come back to blogosphere, you will have to bear my utter worthless blogs. vacations have started and i almost have a month before i join the company where i have got placement. yay! no more workload, no more tension, and just blogging. how cool is that!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10132989-111612120203737723?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/111612120203737723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=111612120203737723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111612120203737723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111612120203737723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/05/back-from-eternity.html' title='Back from Eternity'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-111611790968402390</id><published>2005-05-14T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T18:41:30.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Value of Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yesterday, i was just going thru the pics of my hostel life and the trip with my friends. the happy and pleasant memories flashed back into my mind. it reminded me of the good times we have shared together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;friendship is the best thing that has ever happened in my life. It has carried me through a lot of difficult experiences, and has enriched the good ones. i enjoyed every moment i had to endure with my friends. they have rejuvenated and given me a new lease of life. time doesnt seem to have a limit, when i start a conversation with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now, i look back at myself and ask if i ever have been a true friend. A friend is someone who will stay close to you in all your difficulties and help you out of the maze. he would sacrifice his own time for your welfare. he will give you a call to check if you are ok, even if you stay seven seas away from him. he will make sure you wont know the meaning of despair &amp; lonely and will always bring about a smile even in hard times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;" a friend is like an angel, who will lift you of the ground, when you have forgot how to use your wings to fly "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the above quote sums up everythin. all in all, life without a friend is just like a pc without a keyboard. you will just stare in the monitor all the time, and your life will become dull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i thank all my friends for helping me and supporting me all through my life. even though most of them will split paths after college, i will never forget them for what they have done to me. i hope i do stumble upon them quiet often and revive the memories we shared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10132989-111611790968402390?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/111611790968402390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=111611790968402390&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111611790968402390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111611790968402390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/05/value-of-friendship.html' title='The Value of Friendship'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-111412412077665672</id><published>2005-04-21T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T19:43:22.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Support Plagiarism!</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; }.flickr-frame { float: center; text-align: center; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35934086@N00/10306822/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos8.flickr.com/10306822_dd77ad1b15_m.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="stress" height="400" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;when you get a assignment on a topic which you find very boring, say politics, and you are made to write an essay about it for 3000 words, what do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well.. i had to face a similar situation a few days back. i was to write a report on nefarious aggression by noam chomsky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i m a procrastinator, so even thou the assignment was given two months back, i started reading nefarious aggression just a day before the date of submission. as i went thru the context of the essay, i was dumbstuck as it was based on anti-americanism and gulf war and all related political shit. to make it worse, the essay was quite long, and i knew i would need to drain all my mental energy to complete at least half the essay. apparently, i didnt read the essay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;no guesses for wht i did after facing this situation. i decided to copy stuff abt the reviews of essay by various critics and put it in my report.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;copying assignments from the internet (the world most famous source) has become common in everyone's life. and these search engines (google, altavista, yahoo) have made the job even more easier. thus arises the term 'plagiarism'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Plagiarism, in case you didn't know, is a Latin word that means "too lazy to do my own writing."&lt;/span&gt; Plagiarism is considered unethical, dishonest, and just about the hottest hobby on the Internet. Students are notorious for plagiarizing research papers for their projects(atleast i dont do tht).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;coming back to my situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i finish writing a report somehow after 3 hours of hardwork (copying the write stuff from the internet is not easy, for ur kind information). my friend, who also was supposed to submit the same assignment, came along with his report. when i read it, i was shocked to find tht he has used the same website to copy the material. and he copied ditto, without even changing the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;format of source. atleast i ended up editing the material and put up summary in points so that i dont get busted by my professor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;when i submitted my report, the professor read it and praised for my hard work. hehe. i have become so good at plagiarizing reports. this has helped me finish the report on time, plus to get rid of the unnecessary tension of reading the whole essay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;now tell me, is plagiarising advantageous or not? hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10132989-111412412077665672?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/111412412077665672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=111412412077665672&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111412412077665672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111412412077665672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/04/support-plagiarism_21.html' title='Support Plagiarism!'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-111345095996931371</id><published>2005-04-13T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T00:07:34.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats Why I Hate You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;(this blog was meant to bring some humor and should not be taken seriously)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, i had come across many blogs which contained different traits of men and women, in general. so i m writing this one, to bring on a gender debate :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;due to differences in their way of thinking and opinions, ther always flames up heated argument or hatred towards the other. me goin to point out reasons why each hate the other. before mentioning, i would like to say tht all the points i m going to put are my opinion and my opinion alone. i m not generalizing it to all people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;why men hate women:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt; they get fussy on small issues and get tensed. they act too dumb on the most trivial things in life. (actually, women are dumb, and men know tht)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt; they crave for more attention from men unnecesarily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt; they waste their time shopping and end up buying nothin or the most useless product.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt; they are very fussy abt their looks. makeup, dress, etc. just who the hell cares!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt; they get sentimental too easily. and sometimes use it to their advantage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt; they never do their job right, and blame everyone around, except themselves, for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt; they get jealous on the mention on other female's name.  female fights are like cat fights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;why women hate men:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(had to think a lot for possible reasons. i dont have a womens psychology!, u know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt; they dont care about others, and just live their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt; they usually never ask for help from strangers, and never really help others too, unless it suits his own needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt; they dont indulge themselves in deep conversations. rarely share their feelings. and never hang around for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt; they sometimes act really weird and try to show off in front of other women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt; they are very impatient. always want to do things quickly without giving it a second thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt; they always turn up late for any normal fixed meetings. plus, they never seem to remember birthdates, or any special occasions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i couldnt think of any more possible reasons than the above mentioned. as rightly said, men really dont understand women ever. and i guess, its true the other way round too. (ok, somewht)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;few might have other opinions too. will update the hate reasons list as soon as i get some feedbacks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;p.s: while writing the above crap, i was not biased with either men or women. so please dont flame me for this.&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/10132989-111345095996931371?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/111345095996931371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=111345095996931371&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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office is over.  after 5 bumps from different companies, most of which i narrowly missed &amp; kinda regret abt it, i have finally been accepted by a company. now i dont have to visit the placement office notice board ever again. you have no idea how much relief it is. now i can proudly say, i m not jobless any more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well.. the lucky company, which has acquired my services at least for the next 2 years, is some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;software based&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; company called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.yantra.com"&gt;Yantra Solutions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. actually speaking, i sat for the company without looking at its profile. i was so desparate, fused with extra pressure from parents, tht i decided i will sit for any local company which comes by. but after getting the job, i realised tht the company is a MNC dealing with solutions for business retailers. not bad for someone who has deep interest in business and finance. to make to better, the center is placed in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;bangalore&lt;/span&gt; (supposedly the pseudest place in india, next to mumbai). &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the selection process consisted of two tests and an interview. the tests: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;aptitude and technical&lt;/span&gt; were both for 30 min each. i cracked the aptitude and did pretty well in tech too according to my standards. as expected i got shortlisted for the interview. now this was the crucial stage for me, as i got dumped in interview in all my 5 previous instances, even thou i managed to do pretty well in the last 3.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the interview was total messed up parody. my interview was scheduled at 3pm, but i ended up goin at 4:30 pm. lol.  i thought i had to wait till the end now, since i missed my chance. but luckily, he called me as soon as i came in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;inside the hall, was a scene i cant describe in a few sentence. so i have decided to make it a play. me the convict and the interviewers are the jury.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;~SCENE BEGINS~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;stage  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;torture room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;convict sweats all over, totally messed up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;opens the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;convict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: may i come in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: ya! make urself comfortable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(thinks)thank god! a set of pleasent interviewers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;goes near his torture chair to sit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jury(suddenly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: stand up!! and talk abt a few minutes on any topic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;convict bulbs totally. surprised at the strange reception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;convict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: but but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: whats ur favorite hobby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;convict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: football &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(b4 i could even think, it came outta my mouth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: then talk abt pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;convict (nods)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: ok! i will try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;thinks for a few secs... ok ok ,acts like thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;convict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; : blah blah blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jury (in a cold voice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;convict pleased with himself, sits on the chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(thinks)well, at least the first impression was good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: so wher are you from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;convict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: mumbai. actually not exactly in mumbai, but on its suburbs. its a place called anushakti nagar. situated close to chembur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;jury stares at the convict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(thinks) did i speak out too much? shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: tell me a few buses which goes thru tht route&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;convict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: ??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;convict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: sir, but ther are many buses which goes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; (wht a foolish reply)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;jury nods his head in disbelief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;convict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 92, 371, 355, 374. etc etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: wher does the 371 bus go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;convict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: bandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: is it a limited bus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(thinks) now WTF is he asking me all this nonsense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;convict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: i guess so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: whts a limited bus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;now this is one think the convict had never realised or cared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;convict (head hung up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: i have no idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: is the no. written in black or red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;convict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: actually, i have never noticed it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;jury again shakes his head. changes the topic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: do you know anythin abt the company?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;convict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: i missed the PPT (pre placement talk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;convict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: sir, i slept off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;wow! wht a reply. the fool couldnt think of a better excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;jury places a bottle of aquafina bottle on the table,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: what is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;convict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: aquafina bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;jury smirks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: no, wht is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;convict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;jury laughs, big time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: ok. considering you as the customer and me as the company, wht would this be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;convict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: product??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: thank god! yes, u r right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;jury then starts to go on his explanation of working of the company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;convict keeps nodding, even thou he doesnt understand a word he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;finally..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: did u understand anythin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;convict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: very much saar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: why do you want to work for this company?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ah! this is one question which was expected and convict was ready with a clever answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;convict (confidently, for the first time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: i would love to work for such a company.. blah blah blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;jury feels satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: ok! thank you for ur time here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;convict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(thinks)but its been only freaking 15 min in his hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: haha!! dont worry boy! we are selecting you on the basis of ur test. so dont worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;convict shakes hand with jury.. and walks out of the hall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;~SCENE ENDS~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;this was not the interview i had expected. but i came out very pleased with wht he said at the end. cause i had done really well in the tests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but still the tension was mounting! luck has deserted me in all my previous placements. and i didnt want to miss the bus. god finally paid answered my prayers. i got the job. yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the convict now sets of to bangalore after 2 months from now on his new quest for glory :LOL:. hope i dont have to experience the torture 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href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/04/yantra-my-new-mantra.html' title='Yantra : My new Mantra'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-111299272211022432</id><published>2005-04-08T13:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T14:22:38.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life @ Blogosphere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well.. i started blogging a few months back. at the time, when i registered in blogger, i didnt know wht to do. i was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; wondering whether i would b able to devote time for all these. my friend who lives a couple of rooms away from me, used to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; blog everyday. and i used to wonder from wher he gets all the patience. one fine day, when i was totally jobless, i decided to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;blog. after a couple of boring posts, i decided to write abt da vinci code, on which i had a discussion with my friend. then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;suddenly, some arbit blogger comes to my blog, and posts a comment. i was shocked first, but then i was pleased tht &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;somebody had read my blog. soon, i started receiving comments. this propelled me to write more fart blogs. after all these, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i realised tht blogging is a new world in itself.  i soon became a part of this bloggers familie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my journey in blogosphere is turning out to be a pleasant one. i have come across many great blogs. a few of them, i am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;goin to mention here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;some of the blogs i admire very much:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my best friend &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://madthinker.blogspot.com/"&gt;ramsub&lt;/a&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;madthinker.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;] well.. he is a philosophical thinker. most of his blogs are religious based. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sometimes comes up with really good posts. an avid blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the blogger, who first commented on my post, &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://thetwit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jute&lt;/a&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;thetwit.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;]. she, in brief, is a controversial writer (lol) who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;stands by her views. when she gets into flow, no one can compete with her in blogging. never underestimate the ability of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;twit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a guy who i have met of heard of. but i recently came to know tht he stays in the hostel next to mine. &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://prashanthpoetry.blogspot.com/"&gt;prashanth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;prashanthpoetry.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;] writes amazing poems. me learning how to write poems from his blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a collegemate turned writer by profession, &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://anshumani.blogspot.com/"&gt;anshumani&lt;/a&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;anshumani.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;]. a very good creative writer. but has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;decreased his frequency of blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;an unknown blogger named &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://xenamessycorner.blogspot.com/"&gt;xena&lt;/a&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;xenasmessycorner.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;]. her story writing ability coupled with some really good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pics are unbelievable. makes the blog look very lively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;someone i met in orkut, in tlte, &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://mycrazyhome.blogspot.com/"&gt;kiddo&lt;/a&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;mycrazyhome.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;] she has the potential to be the next gulzar. dunno wher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;do they get such talent from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;other blogs which i often visit are &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://toerag.blogspot.com/"&gt;sangeeta&lt;/a&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;toerag.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;], &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://ahemahem.blogdrive.com/"&gt;devilish_angel&lt;/a&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;ahemahem.blogdrive.com&lt;/span&gt;] shes a lil devil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;who haunts all blogs, &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://staroftheorient.blogspot.com/"&gt;teddy_tabs&lt;/a&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;staroftheorient.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;], &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://phantasiesofutopia.blogspot.com/"&gt;ash_mistress&lt;/a&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;phantasiesofutopia.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;], &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://thoselittlethingsthatislife.blogspot.com/"&gt;pisku&lt;/a&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;thoselittlethingsthatislife.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;], &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://shantanumuses.blogspot.com/"&gt;shantanu&lt;/a&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;shantanumuses.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;], &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://netrikkan.blogspot.com/"&gt;krish&lt;/a&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;netrikkan.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i m amazed at how these guyz manage to write some amazing blogs frequently. me have lotsa fun reading them. they are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the ones who keep the indian blogging atmosphere very much alive and kicking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;last but not the least, the blog which inspired me to open mine in the first place. &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://confessome.blogspot.com/"&gt;tipsy&lt;/a&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;confessome.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;] i visit her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;blog often, even thou some of her blogs do not match the calibre of indian bloggers (she is gonna kill me for this). her non &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rhyming poems are so funny, which inspired to me to start writing poetry. her secret, lotsa chocolates. hope u eat them and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;keep blogging. way to go, tipsy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i actually opened a blog for improving my creative writing. even thou i have realised, its not gonna help me in tht dept. i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;have lotsa fun writin and reading other blogs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;happy blogging!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10132989-111299272211022432?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/111299272211022432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=111299272211022432&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111299272211022432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111299272211022432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-life-blogosphere_111299272211022432.html' title='My Life @ Blogosphere'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-111270377477576139</id><published>2005-04-05T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T07:05:19.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith: My Perception</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;few days back, the pope died. pope was considered not only as a religious leader, but as a world leader. he stood against various evils like communism, imperialism, capital punishment, terrorism etc. nothwithstanding, he presided over the roman catholic church at the vatican for almost 30 years. to this great man &amp; spiritual leader, i salute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well.. i came across a blog about pope's death. instead of commiserating on his death, the blogger kept mentioning pope is not essential for the religious beliefs to continue. then came the confllict between the church and religion. in this blog, i will be mentioning abt importance of church and the concept of faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to start of with, the creation of church was due to a religion called christianity. A religion is created when a group of people have same faith. It can be term as an organization or community of people following the same ideology. as far as christianity goes, the faith was brought up by Jesus christ himself. Ther were small number of followers at his time. as time passed by, more and more people started believing in the faith and converted into this religion. the church was built to spread this faith and belief all over the world. and it has been serving its purpose till date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;religion and faith go hand in hand. without faith or belief, ther cannot exist religion. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Faith is a belief of existence of the supreme god. and religion is the practice which is being followed to maintain faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;as for church, its one of the means of promoting faith. i consider this as an important means too cause it brings togetherness. people have the misconception that going to church is essential to show their faith towards god. but i dont agree with this. one can communicate with god thru his own heart if he has strong belief. but most people dont have such strong faith., therby making the purpose of church essential.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Many religions emphazise the importance of faith to people thru various customs and rituals.&lt;/span&gt; and the church plays a very important role in conducting the above mentioned. In a modern world, where science and technology has conquered the minds of people, its very important tht faith is maintained, and i strongly believe that church makes sure the faith remains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;faith, religion, and church are interconnected&lt;/span&gt;. yet weakly. without the church, the religion would still survive and faith would still remain. but the absence of church, means weakening of faith. it will diminish gradually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;this question was well put up in dan brown's &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Da Vinci Code&lt;/span&gt;. now i ask: what will happen if all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;theories put up by dan brown turns out to be true?? the roman catholic church will surely fall they were the one who modified the bible. but will the faith in people who follow the religion, still remain??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Many of them associate themselves with an organized religion because they see the religious community as a means of maintaining and strengthening their Faith in fellowship with other believers. and they see the church organization as a means of preserving their faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;pope was the leader of the roman catholic church for so many years. he has maintained peace all over the world and has proved to be a able leader. his contributions towards christianity should not be underestimated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10132989-111270377477576139?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/111270377477576139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=111270377477576139&amp;isPopup=true' title='55 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111270377477576139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111270377477576139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/04/faith-my-perception.html' title='Faith: My Perception'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>55</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-111250920600631060</id><published>2005-04-02T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T22:22:29.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day Beckons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well.. i m giving a shot to write my first poem ever.. hope its not my last.. lolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i m new to this department.. and i very much suck at poetry.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i read my own poem.. and couldnt stop lolzing.. so i suggest you be well prepared with handkerchiefs and stuff.. just in case ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when the sun rises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a new hope arises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bringing you a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;full of surprises!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a new obstacle stumbles upon you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and you wonder, what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but hopes cometh &amp; light it threw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you finish the journey without much ado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;satisfied with your day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;you go to bed and lay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and before u say adieu to the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;to the almighty, you thank &amp; pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;well.. this was the best i could come up with for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;any suggestions to improve my poetry are welcome. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: this poem was inspired by one of my friends who doesnt know how to rhyme.. LOLz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10132989-111250920600631060?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/111250920600631060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=111250920600631060&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111250920600631060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111250920600631060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-day-beckons.html' title='A New Day Beckons'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-111128802712258763</id><published>2005-03-19T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T19:07:07.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking News!</title><content type='html'>For all bloggers and those who love to blog.. heres a chance to enter ur name in the guiness book of world records..:P&lt;br /&gt;ther has been a suggestion of having a blog marathon on 1st of april.. where people have to keep posting blogs for 26 hrs..&lt;br /&gt;for more news.. check out this &lt;a href="http://blogmarathon.blogspot.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;www.blogmarathon.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would b better if we all register.. since very few from india have regisitered.. it would b an honor tht indians have made an imp. contribution to the record.. and we can show to the bloggin world tht.. indian bloggin atmosphere is alive and kicking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping to see.. most of u.. on april 1st..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10132989-111128802712258763?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/111128802712258763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=111128802712258763&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111128802712258763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111128802712258763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/03/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking News!'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-111089346523886707</id><published>2005-03-15T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T08:55:56.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entangled in a Web</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Musing about depressing thoughts and things lately... i wonder why i'm so down?!? not much reason, really, i mean, what could someone want that i haven't already got?!? it's really silly sometimes when i muse about things and jus can't come up with a reason to explain my mood... perhaps it's jus tiredness... but perhaps it's more than jus that... perhaps so many things jus rolled into one web of entanglement, me the insect trapped in the middle flapping its wings in vain to escape its sticky grasp... the spider is sin, and i am its next dinner, except for God's salvation thru Jesus Christ... yet this insect doesn't always recognise this truth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Caught in the web with me are so many other insects... sometimes i want to know them, they could be my friends... but sometimes what i want is not so much to know them, but to feel appreciated and needed in a way... it's terrible sometimes, the feeling that the world could do without you... i mean, i remember thinking about some of my friends from the past, too many of whom i've jus completely lost touch with... and wondering, they mus be doing so well now, with so many interesting things to keep them alive and seeking truth, wanting more... it is they who so often seemed content with life, and it is they to whom i looked when i wanted a model to follow... i imagine them all together in groups, laughing and enjoying one another's company... i'm happy that they're happy, but i leave myself out of the picture... they don't need me, in fact they're doing jus fine, perhaps even better without me... mostly, i'm jus like a fly on the wall, at best an accessory, at worst an annoyance or distraction... maybe that's why they haven't stayed in touch, replied to my emails, or anything... a terrible realisation dawns, perhaps i'm not so real to them after all?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then i look at myself and those who remain in my circle... i suppose, they come and go... but equally, i look at them and realise their sufficiency and happiness, and wonder whether they will go the way of those who have entered the bowels of my past?!? neither needing nor wanting anything to do with me... i know this is such a selfish attitude to have, but its relevance is jus too clear sometimes... then, i'm sure it goes on to affect the way i deal with others... i whine and cry, i crave attention... i move myself into the way in order to be seen, because nobody likes to be ignored, but i'm sure i do no more than invite the ire of those who i disturb... i become more desperate, clinging onto the strands that connect me to others, only to pull too tightly with possessiveness and end up snapping the strands... little remains, only memories and schemata for me to play around with, hope for the future now a discarded remnant of what i remember... once again, i might as well be alone in this sticky web of entanglement, waiting for sin to engulf me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the spider draws near, inclement weather arrives and wracks the web, and a thread comes loose and me with it... i'm carried away from the menacing predator, its jaws ready to strike with ferocity... but that too, those open jaws, are but a remnant of what i remember too... i am carried through the air, til i land on a leafy green paradise, so many more insects like myself to be with!!! we have much in common, and we share stories... most often we talk about the wind that saved us, but sometimes we talk about the past too... i discover that i wasn't alone in my frustrations... loneliness followed us like a plague, but the more we tried to cling to others, the more lonely we became... but we are never lonely now... we have each other, and most of all, we have God, who sent the winds of salvation... how much more do we need to know that we are loved?!? how much more do we need to seek our own worth?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;praise God, for His Son, and for His love, which never fails... may we never forget that we are all worth something, to one another, and above all else, to God...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/10132989-111089346523886707?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/111089346523886707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=111089346523886707&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111089346523886707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111089346523886707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/03/entangled-in-web.html' title='Entangled in a Web'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-111075358179301558</id><published>2005-03-13T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T14:59:50.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Intepretation of Dreams!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i m a sleepoholic.. i sleep for over 9 hrs a day.. and i m a kind of guy who hates wastin time.. so here.. i see dream as a boon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dreams r always special for me.. its like., You are entering a mysterious and fascinatin world of dreams wher the rules of reality doesnt apply.. its like a story of a movie.. wher u dont control anythin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;by definition.. A Dream is a mental process, usually in the form of a series of imagined events occuring during certain phases of sleep. Its an interface between the process of life and our conscious personality. Dreams can be an expression of what is happening in the physical body.. They can be a source of insight and information derived from our memory, experience and subconscious. Sometimes.. these dreams do influence our decisions in real life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dreams r classified into various types.. according to some researchers.. take a peek view into this &lt;a href="http://www.dreammoods.com/dreaminformation/dreamtypes/index.html"&gt;site &lt;/a&gt;.. for more information..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my classification is simple.. daydreams and dreams during night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;daydreams occur when u imagine somethin strongly.. and suddenly u let ur imagination get carried away.. the sequence of events which occur is not controlled by ur mind.. and when u finally wake up.. u are way ahead of wht u were thinkin when u were conscious..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;these dreams dont last long.. and u tend to remember them most of the time.. after u wake up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dreams which occur during night r random.. but most of them have somethin to do with an activity which has bothered you.. or u have been doin for most of the time during day.. these dreams last longer.. and u most probably wont remember them when u wake up.. and even if u do.. then vaguely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sometimes.. u do get disturbed in ur sleep.. u wake up suddenly and realise tht u were in a middle of a dream.. now thers possibility tht when u go back to sleep.. u can continue from wher u left..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well.. this may sound absurd.. but its true in some cases.. it definitely happens in my case.. this is often refered as lucid state of dreaming.. they become an active participant in their dream.. make decisions in their dreams and influence the dream's outcome without awakening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i even have the strange experience of having the same dream.. twice.. no kidding.. i cant believe myself.. i have talked this over with many of my friends.. and most of them say they have never heard of such a thin before.. does this imply anythin at all?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well.. i m an avid dreamer.. and i guess such things will happen with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10132989-111075358179301558?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/111075358179301558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=111075358179301558&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111075358179301558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111075358179301558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-intepretation-of-dreams.html' title='My Intepretation of Dreams!'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-111051967726146965</id><published>2005-03-10T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T21:41:17.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well.. today is my anniversary day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nope.. its nothin related to my birthday.. or marriage..  god bless if i ever get married..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;its my one month anniversary of blogging..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;30 freakin days have passed since.. i created my blog account.. i never thought i would manage to survive for this long.. not only did i survive.. i managed to scribble down some 15 odd posts in here.. althou pretty much worthless blogs.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well.. i started writin blogs.. so tht i can match the creativity of some bloggers around here.. i know i can never even come close to them.. but i dont care.. i m enjoyin every bit of my time here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;for this.. i have to thank all of them.. who wasted their time.. reading some of my blogs.. and commentin on them.. it really gave me a propulsion to continue blogging.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;people say.. blogging is a girls job.. they r the ones who spend their whole time.. writing abt personal stuff...(no offense meant to anyone.. hehe) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;for the stats.. 75% of the blogs.. are by girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;althou.. i cant spend time like them.. i sure would like to spend whtever time i manage to free.. from my schedule for blogging.. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i still feel sad for the fact tht.. very few people visit my blog.. althou the stats are showing positive signs.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i promise to write some useful blog.. soon.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10132989-111051967726146965?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/111051967726146965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=111051967726146965&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111051967726146965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111051967726146965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/03/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary ..'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-111037113463006572</id><published>2005-03-09T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T06:43:24.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far Away From Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dedicate this song to someone who i sorely miss.. without whom, my life has become dull &amp; boring.. hope u enter into my life soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Here I am again in this mean old town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And you’re so far away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And where are you when the sun goes down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You’re so far away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;So far away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;So far I just can’t see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;So far away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You’re so far away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I’m tired of being in love and being all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;When you’re so far away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I’m tired of making out on the telephone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And you’re so far away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I get so tired when I have to explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;When you’re so far away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;See you been in the sun and I’ve been in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And you’re so far away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;this song is by &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Dire Straits&lt;/span&gt;.. who recently had a concert in bangalore, India&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10132989-111037113463006572?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/111037113463006572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=111037113463006572&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111037113463006572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111037113463006572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-far-away-from-me.html' title='So Far Away From Me'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-111001322383350778</id><published>2005-03-04T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T01:18:40.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valuable Lesson Learnt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;04/02 goes down into my history as one of the worst days ever. I missed out on somethin which could have been my future. well.. i m talkin about a company interview.. which i screwed up big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today morning.. well its actually yesterday night.. when my friend gave me the good news tht i had been selected for the final interview. The company involved was &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Sabre Airline&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Solutions&lt;/span&gt;.. which deals with customers and airline companies as consultancy group and an agent. I had attended the presentation abt the job profile in the company... and i instantly felt this is it.. this is wht i had been looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got up pretty early.. had a haircut.. ironed my clothes.. and went for the interview which was supposed to b held at 9:00 am sharp. i was surprisingly confident that day.. and not nervous and shaky .. which i always am before an interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside the interview room.. i was well greeted by the interviewer. My confidence grew. the interviewer looked like a friendly man. he started with a few normal question any one would ask in an interview..like 'tell me more abt u?'.. 'ur strengths and weakness'.. blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;He then took a glance at my resume. in my software skills.. i had listed C/C++ and java(basic).&lt;br /&gt;he started asking me.. questions on GUI and applets in java.. i had no idea of applets. i had clearly mentioned basic Java.. but i failed to understand tht.. basic Java for them is like knowing everythin. i explained to him tht.. by basic java i meant only classes and objects.. but by then.. my first impression had blown. by the time the topic was over.. i was downhearted and aghast.&lt;br /&gt;to pep me up.. the interviewer asked me questions on C/C++.. but the essence of the interview was already gone.. i knew it was over.&lt;br /&gt;in all.. the interview lasted for a mere 20 min..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when.. i came out of the hall.. i had a chat with a friend of mine.. who had interview before me. he told me tht he wasnt asked a single question on programming.. cause he had mentioned nothin in his resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my room and realised the mistake i had done. Never mention too many things in ur resume.. Be brief and only point out things i which u r expert at. I feel horrible tht i had to learn this after my interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet another valuable lesson learnt.. but in a painful way.&lt;br /&gt;this kept haunting me all night.. but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i will have to get over it sometim or the other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As my friend mEi said.. ther will always b another chance..&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/10132989-111001322383350778?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/111001322383350778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=111001322383350778&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111001322383350778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/111001322383350778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/03/valuable-lesson-learnt.html' title='Valuable Lesson Learnt'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-110964669177689389</id><published>2005-02-28T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T19:28:47.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscars 2005 -  A Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; }.flickr-frame { float: right; text-align: center; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35934086@N00/5632397/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos5.flickr.com/5632397_ab834a3d47_m.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="stress" height="150" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35934086@N00/5632397/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. today is 28th feb.. the traditional day when &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oscars"&gt;oscars&lt;/a&gt; are awarded to the best in the world of hollywood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt watch it live on television.. cause i was a bit preoccupied..&lt;br /&gt;but i checked out the results a few min back on the web..  and it took me by surprise..&lt;br /&gt;i expected '&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0338751/"&gt;the aviator&lt;/a&gt;' to sweep the awards.. instead the honors was taken away by some breathtaking performance by hillary swank and morgan freeman in '&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0405159/"&gt;million dollar baby&lt;/a&gt;'..&lt;br /&gt;i havent seen the movie yet.. so i still aint ready to b on the critics side..&lt;br /&gt;jamie foxx surprised everyone by winning the best actor in ray.. never actually even heard of the movie..&lt;br /&gt;the aviator still managed to get some back thru.. best costume design, cinematography, film editing etc..&lt;br /&gt;and '&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0317705/"&gt;the incredibles&lt;/a&gt;' won all awards related to animation.. had to be, cause.. ther was no other movie in competition..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the rest of the &lt;a href="http://specials.rediff.com/entertai/2005/feb/28winners.htm"&gt;awards&lt;/a&gt; being presented.. click on the link for more..&lt;br /&gt;and some &lt;a href="http://in.rediff.com/movies/2005/feb/28raja.htm"&gt;reviews&lt;/a&gt; from outsiders..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still cant believe aishwarya rai rejected the invitation to present an award.. how dumb can she be.. she could have been the first one from india.. to present an award at the oscars..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10132989-110964669177689389?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/110964669177689389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=110964669177689389&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/110964669177689389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/110964669177689389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/02/oscars-2005-review.html' title='Oscars 2005 -  A Review'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-110934114361285928</id><published>2005-02-25T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T08:26:55.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Eventful Day in Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;usually all my days go on a normal routine.. but today somethin happened in class .. which has tempted me to write abt it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to start of with.. i m in my final semester of my college.. and i have having the luxury and privilege of attending only 3 courses.. or to say 5 classes/week.. mayb the almighty has shown pity in me this sem.. after being tortured with around 20 classes and 2 labs/week.. in my previous semesters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on fridays.. i have a class around 10.. which i end up bunking most of the time.. to extend my weekend.. :)... i hadnt seen the prof for a while.. last time i met him.. was during my registration of the course.. so i thought, y not go to the class for a change.. and figure out whts the course all abt.. (had to do some day.. exams r around the corner)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to my friends surprise.. i woke up exactly at 8am.. had breakfast.. came back and checked my inbox..which was bombarded with forwarded mails.. which i had already read..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was 9am.. still an hour to go.. so i decided to take a short nap..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well.. i got carried away.. and i woke up just in time around 9:55.. thnx to my mobile which started ringing.. now.. i had second thoughts on bunking the class.. but i was determind today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so.. i ended up reachin the class 10 min late.. pretty early by my standards.. the prof. was busy scribbling somethin on the board.. i tried to concentrate.. but i started feeling sleepy.. the profs monotonous voice was too much to handle.. i had no idea wht he was teachin.. just tht he was blabbering somethin abt velocity and barrel and screw.. and yeah.. he was drawing some graphs too.. which looked like a round ball..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;half way through the class... he told us to shift in the projector room.. a room with no lights.. and an AC..&lt;br /&gt;wow.. a perfect location to have a sound sleep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;realising tht more than half of his disciples.. were sleeping.. the prof got angry and started asking questions.. my friend who by chance was awake during tht stir.. gave me a nudge..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i realised the situation around me.. i knew i was in dire straits.. i tried avoiding the glance of the prof.. by dropping pens down my desk time and again.. he asked the guyz at the back.. who were still asleep.. looking at their blank faces.. prof. gave up and stopped asking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i could nt sleep after tht incident.. i was frightened.. didnt wanted to get embarrased in front of the whole class..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;soon.. the class ended.. the prof. started taking attendance.. i got involved in a chat with my friend.. and i missed my attendance..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so.. after the class.. i went to meet him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;watching me come.. the prof got excited.. had a smile on his face.. probably thinking tht finally a student had paid attention to his class.. and was coming to ask doubts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after finding out the purpose of the visit.. my prof. realised tht ther was no point expectin anythin from the class..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i felt pity for the prof for a while.. but u cant expect a final year student to take interest in subjects.. which probably wont have any effect on his future..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thus ended a typical but rather unusual day for me in class.. i came back and realised how ignorant and lazy i was..&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/10132989-110934114361285928?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/110934114361285928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=110934114361285928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/110934114361285928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/110934114361285928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/02/eventful-day-in-class.html' title='An Eventful Day in Class'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-110914504833239526</id><published>2005-02-22T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T23:57:19.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ligue de Campeones</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; }.flickr-frame { float: right; text-align: center; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="flickr-frame"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35934086@N00/5278010/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos5.flickr.com/5278010_01aac690f5_t.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="CL" height="180" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35934086@N00/5278010/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;w3ll.. thers no doubt in the game, i m refering to.. its the most happening game and the most exciting game ever to be played in the history of sports.. Football.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am writing this blog.. in the wake of the commencement of one of the most prestigious tournaments in world.. Ligue de Campeones.. better known as the &lt;a href="http://www.uefa.com/"&gt;Champions League&lt;/a&gt; (CL). Its played between da best of the clubs in europe.. and it involves a lot of money. Each and every player wants to have a hand on that coveted trophy in the pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right now.. the tournament has entered its second stage.. the knockout stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every year.. the tournament promises lots of excitment and fun.. and this year,its no different. Out of the 8 fixtures in prequarterfinal.. four of them are mouth watering clashes.. each game worth being conducted as finals.. this year promises to be the best.. since all the top teams are still ther in contention for the big one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;some of the teams include..arsenal (my fav.).. real madrid.. chelsea.. barcelona.. milan..etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i hope.. this tournament continues.. keeps producing the excitement and entrall the audience all over the world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who ever said the World Cup Football was the most watched tournament..!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10132989-110914504833239526?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/110914504833239526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=110914504833239526&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/110914504833239526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/110914504833239526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/02/ligue-de-campeones.html' title='Ligue de Campeones'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-110884483047891330</id><published>2005-02-19T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T12:33:11.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omigosh.. Exams !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; }.flickr-frame { float: right; text-align: center; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35934086@N00/5063505/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos4.flickr.com/5063505_dc4b0ad976_t.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="stress" height="150" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35934086@N00/5063505/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Damn!.. will be the response of every student when they hear this word..&lt;br /&gt;the most painful thing ever to happen in a students life is to study(mug) for these damn exams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have withstood it for all my life..&lt;br /&gt;right from my primary school.. i had to bear this brunt..&lt;br /&gt;freaking 16 yrs have passed since.. i m in my final year of my college.. why this torture again..? gimme a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have only one exam this week.. coming monday.. now i have to get all my dusted books in the study desk..(oops.. i have converted it into my computer desk)..&lt;br /&gt;being in my final yr.. has made me lazy beyond anybody's wildest imaginations.&lt;br /&gt;now.. i feel.. its just a quiz.. only 40 marks.. why do i have to study for this shitty course.. i dont even know the name of the course.. no kidding.. i didnt even attend a class properly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love to experience that final moments.. few hours b4 the exam, i try to figure out the portion.. and i almost end up finishing most of the portion.. vaguely..&lt;br /&gt;five min b4 the scheduled time.. i realize that i havent studied one part of the portion.. i scramble and ask my friends abt it in the exam hall.. but none respond properly..&lt;br /&gt;so.. here i go.. to the bench.. sitting hopelessly.. with my confidence down the drain..&lt;br /&gt;later.. i come out of the exam hall.. knowing tht i have screwed it to the maximum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do they conduct these freaking exams? i pity those kids who r put to stress from parents.. i have gone thru this torture.. now i feel happy that.. i have come out thru that painful phase..&lt;br /&gt;government should ban exams.. i personally dont feel any use of conducting these.. people study during exams and forget stuff the next day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. i gotta hit the books now..&lt;br /&gt;i might not blog tmrw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw: the guy in the pic is less stressed than the usual 'me'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10132989-110884483047891330?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/110884483047891330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=110884483047891330&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/110884483047891330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/110884483047891330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/02/omigosh-exams.html' title='Omigosh.. Exams !!'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-110879306911787671</id><published>2005-02-18T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T22:35:00.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally... A New Layout</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; }.flickr-frame { float: right; text-align: center; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="flickr-frame"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35934086@N00/5034717/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/5034717_4e927731b5_t.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="bloggies" height="150" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35934086@N00/5034717/"&gt;bloggies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday, PrematurA surprised himself by putting a night out. no no.. he wasn't studying for the exams.. nor was he watching a movie.. which he usually does during night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He was refurbishing his new blogpage, with  a new layout..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well.. it all started when he came across the link for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://2005.bloggies.com/"&gt;bloggies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. bloggies are awards given to the best blogs all over the world.. ther are nominations for various categories..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;check out the link for other details..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ther.. he came across some really beautiful blogs.. some from singapore, abu dhabi and america..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, he and his friend decided.. why not renovate their blogs? both decided to stay awake late till night.. the fight managed to go on till 6am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;finally, they managed something out of nuthin.. considering the fact that, both of them didnt have the basic knowledge of HTML.. needed to design the webpage..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Satisfied with his effort, PrematurA goes for sleep.. but he still regrets that he hasnt managed to link a song to this page..and also not managed to attach an animated .gif background.. He has vowed to put effort today.. Lets see how far he manages to succeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10132989-110879306911787671?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/110879306911787671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=110879306911787671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/110879306911787671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/110879306911787671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/02/finally-new-layout.html' title='Finally... A New Layout'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-110873356609389941</id><published>2005-02-18T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T07:11:06.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of Disappointments..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well.. 18/2/2005 goes into my diary as one of the many disappointing days of this semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It all started in the department..when i went to meet my B.tech Project(BTP) professor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He had asked me to meet him on tuesday for a pep talk.. but due to some unavoidable reasons, which i m not goin to tell.. i couldnt make it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i tried to meet him on wednesday.. but my prof. didnt turn up.. because ther was no electricity (wht a lame excuse).. so i decided to meet him on friday.. since thursday is one of my busiest days and i dont want to make it more rigid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, friday came, and came much faster than i had expected. well.. i went to meet him sharp at 3.00pm.. there i ended up feeling the wrath of my prof. He was utterly disappointed tht i had not respected his orders to meet him on tuesday. So he let his fury on me.. and didnt even explain me the fundaes which he was supposed to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;after a lot of consoling, i finally managed to cool down his tempo a bit.. and he decided tht i meet him on monday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If this does continue.. then, i m in for a big trouble.. coz.. my btp evaluation is on first week of march.. and my work till now will not help me even publish a one page report abt my project..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Coming early unexpectedly from my profs office, i decide that i go attend the seminar by Dr. Arun Shourie, Disinvestment minister and widely renowned person in India. The seminar started at sharp 3.30pm. i reached at CLT 5 min late.. and i find myself in the middle of commotion &amp; mess.. for the first time in the history of Extra Mural Lectures.. did i find such a crowd..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had been pushed right at the back of CLT.. wher i couldnt even hear wht he was saying.. I started feeling uncomfortable and decided to leave the CLT..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;later.. to put salt on my wound.. my friends, who attended the seminar, told me tht.. the talk was entralling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still half a day left to go.. and i dont know what lies in store for me today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10132989-110873356609389941?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/110873356609389941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=110873356609389941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/110873356609389941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/110873356609389941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/02/day-of-disappointments.html' title='Day of Disappointments..'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-110865044426186885</id><published>2005-02-17T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T06:30:49.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted To MeGaDeTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since my childhood days, i always had a passion for music. Well.. it all started with my liking towards songs by Bryan Adams. Later, i started listening to soft rock by Pink Floyd. Over the last few years, my interests have gradually shifted from soft rock to hard rock.. also perceived as Heavy Metal. Thou I liked all the metal bands, i had developed a special liking for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iron_Maiden_%28band%29"&gt;Iron Maiden&lt;/a&gt;. But recently i stumbled upon some album by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Megadeth#Members"&gt;Megadeth&lt;/a&gt;. i rate this band along with Maiden on the top of my list. This blog is on the wake of my recent addiction to Megadeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Most people perceive metal as noise. My friends who live next room to me, get irritated whenever i play these songs. I dont blame them, each and everyone is entitled to their own opinion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;while listening to megadeth, i figured out that the beauty of song not only lies in the music by guitar and drums, but also on the lyrics. Some of the lyrics by Megadeth are just amazing. i m goin to post one of their lyrics here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its a song called &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;'A Tout Le Monde'&lt;/span&gt; from the album &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Youthanasia&lt;/span&gt;(1994).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt;Don't remember where I was&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt; I realized life was a game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt; The more seriously I took things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt; The harder the rules became&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt; I had no idea what it'd cost&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt; My life passed before my eyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt; I found out how little I accomplished&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt; All my plans denied&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt; So as you read this know my friends&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt; I'd love to stay with you all&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt; Please smile when you think of me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt; My body's gone that's all&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" name="4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" name="4"&gt; If my heart was still alive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" name="4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" name="4"&gt; I know it would surely break&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" name="4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" name="4"&gt; And my memories left with you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" name="4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" name="4"&gt; There's nothing more to say&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" name="4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" name="4"&gt; Moving on is a simple thing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" name="4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" name="4"&gt; What it leaves behind is hard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" name="4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" name="4"&gt; You know the sleeping feel no more pain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" name="4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" name="4"&gt; And the living are scarred&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a name="4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" name="4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;other tracks of megadeth which i admire are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Addicted To Chaos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;* I thought i knew it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Family Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Blood Heroes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Hanger 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Tornado of Souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I salute to this amazing band (a by product of Metallica) featuring &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dave_Mustaine" title="Dave Mustaine"&gt;Dave Mustaine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; - Lead Vocals, Lead, Rhythm, and Acoustic Guitars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Glen_Drover&amp;action=edit" class="new" title="Glen Drover"&gt;Glen Drover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; -Lead and Rhythm Guitars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=James_MacDonough&amp;amp;action=edit" class="new" title="James MacDonough"&gt;James MacDonough&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; -Bass Guitar &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Shawn_Drover&amp;action=edit" class="new" title="Shawn Drover"&gt;Shawn Drover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; -Drums&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" name="4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10132989-110865044426186885?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/110865044426186885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=110865044426186885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/110865044426186885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/110865044426186885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/02/addicted-to-megadeth.html' title='Addicted To MeGaDeTH'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-110845412342477519</id><published>2005-02-15T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T00:21:47.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery of the Holy Grail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was thinking abt a new topic to post for my blog.. when i stumbled upon this topic during a chat session with my friend.. This topic arose when we were discussing abt the book by Dan Brown, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. I admit tht i had very little knowledge abt the grail.. untill i read the book. My idea of the grail was totally different from the one by the author. It just threw me off limits. So i decided to crack the puzzle left to me by Dan Brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well.. the book mainly revolves around the plot of finding the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.partialobserver.com/davinci/essay.cfm?dvcid=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;holy grail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. The story begins with the murder of the Louvre's curator (Jacques Sauniere) in the museum, who is the Grand Master of a secret society known as the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Priory of Sion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. The Priory guards an ancient secret. Before dying, the curator attempts to pass on the secret to his granddaughter Sophie, and Robert Langdon, by leaving a number of clues that he hopes will help them to the secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The secret being refered to in the book, is the location and identity of the holy grail. In the book, the grail has been refered to as the person of Mary Magdalene, the wife of Jesus, who carried on the royal bloodline of Christ by giving birth to His child!. The Priory of Sion mentioned in the book, supposedly guards the secret location of Mary's tomb and protects the bloodline of Jesus that has continued to this day! It also includes the secret parchments (also known as the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Le Dossiers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;)which has the story of Mary and Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's cometh the main problem. Acoording to the Bible, the grail is supposed to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;a cup&lt;/span&gt; allegdly used by Lord Christ at the Last Supper. It also mentions that Jesus was never married..and Mary Magdalene was a whore. So, if the facts given by the author turns out to be true, it will undermine the authority of the church and completely discredit biblical Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As an average reader, who knows nothin about the grail and its truth, I almost believed the story by the author with his well planned facts, all linking beautifully through Leonardo Da Vinci. I had a suspiction abt this earlier, but i clarified it though other sources in internet and encyclopedia, which refers to the grail as the cup. But recently, i came to know tht there still exist people who believe in Priory of Sion and the story of Mary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As i m not a Christian, i wont believe in anythin unless i find out the truth about it. I do hope some one throws some light on this mystery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10132989-110845412342477519?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/110845412342477519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=110845412342477519&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/110845412342477519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/110845412342477519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/02/mystery-of-holy-grail.html' title='Mystery of the Holy Grail'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-110836665644069528</id><published>2005-02-13T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T23:41:33.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day.. How did it Originate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;iTs Feb 14.. most popularly known as the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. Most awaited day for hotel/restaurant managers, greeting card's and rose sellers, and theater wala's.. hehe..just kidding. Unfortunately it has not been made a public holiday.. and i intend to make an official complaint abt it to the UN...:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wouldnt b doin justice to myself.. if i dont write anythin abt Valentine's Day. Since most of them know its significance.. i have decided to write abt its history.. and how it had originated..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i bet most of us dont know much abt it.. even me! b4 writing this blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well.. the name Valentine's day seems to have been originated from some saint named Valentinus..(also known as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Saint Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, who was Saint Valentine and how did he become associated with this ancient rite? Today, the Catholic Church recognizes at least three different saints named Valentine or Valentinus, all of whom were martyred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One legend contends that Valentine was a priest who served during the third century in Rome. Emperor had banned marriages for all men.. making it as a cause for failure of soldiers in war.. The Saint didnt agree with this.. so he conducted secret marriages for young lovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;According to another legend, Valentine actually sent the first 'valentine' greeting himself. While in prison, it is believed that Valentine fell in love with a young girl -- who may have been his jailor's daughter -- who visited him during his confinement. Before his death, it is alleged that he wrote her a letter, which he signed '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;From your Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;,' an expression that is still in use today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Later it was decided by the roman officials that valentine's day shld b held around mid february.. because this month symbolizes fertility and purification.. The festival became quite popular in rome..all the young women in the city would place their names in a big urn. The city's bachelors would then each choose a name out of the urn and become paired for the year with his chosen woman. These matches often ended in marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Later on 498 A.D, Pope Gelasius declared &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;February 14 St. Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From then, it has become a very popular all across the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For me, its just another day.. Cupid has forgotten to shoot his cute little arrow towards me.. for which i m angry.. and I have already written a letter to him showing my disappointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But i take the oppurtunity to wish everyone '&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day&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/10132989-110836665644069528?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/110836665644069528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=110836665644069528&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/110836665644069528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/110836665644069528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentines-day-how-did-it-originate.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day.. How did it Originate'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-110829717342849204</id><published>2005-02-13T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T05:10:11.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do U Chase Ur  Dream?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;During my childhood, i had dream of becoming a cricketer (inspired by sachin tendulkar) .. later during my secondary schooling, impressed with hollywood movies, i wanted to become an actor.. when i entered my 9th grade, i was fascinated by space, so i decided to make my career as an astronaut..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then came the crucial face of my studies. i had entered junior college.. i was subjected to a lot of pressure from my parents to take up some stream which would be risk free in terms of job oppurtunities  and would give good pay too. This made me write entrance exam for IIT ( considered as one of the best engineering colleges in india). I did pass the test. but due to my poor rank, i was forced to take chemical engineering in tht college. Four dreaded years has passed since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I might end up taking some job related to chemicals.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now i look back and wonder wht happened to all the dreams i had during chidhood. Burnt to ashes..? why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well.. Money is the main cause for all this. People are forced to give up their dream to earn money. This happens predominantly in India.. where job oppurtunities are very scarce. Each an every individual takes up engineering or medicine, since these are the only two major source of earning money.  So most of them end up working in a company, wher he/she has no interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can we fix this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, its possible. Countries like US have set up trade schools, where every one can choose their field in which he/she is interested in. The trade school focuses only on that particular field, making him/her an expert in tht field. the duration of the course is only 2 yrs.  Thus they finally get to enjoy their work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but can this be implemented in india?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(to b continued)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10132989-110829717342849204?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/110829717342849204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=110829717342849204&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/110829717342849204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/110829717342849204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/02/do-u-chase-ur-dream.html' title='Do U Chase Ur  Dream?!'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-110802066887494401</id><published>2005-02-09T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T23:31:08.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Daily Routine~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well.. prematura has entered the last semester in his awful boring college life. It turns out tht the last semester well suits him.. Luckily for him, ther are only 3 courses, which he thinks that he can manage for a change.. This semester has made him lazy beyond anybody's wildest imagination...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Recipe for Day&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12:00 noon&lt;/span&gt; -- Wake up time with a standard deviation of an hour..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;still half asleep, his finger reaches for the computer power button automatically.. goes to brush teeth.. comes back and finds computer hasnt loaded yet.. waits impatiently.. gets pissed of in life.. and goes for lunch!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12:30 pm&lt;/span&gt; -- After having shit in the mess.. he comes and starts yahoo and msn messenger for any offline messages.. finds none.. and opens orkut(his fav pastime)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:30 pm&lt;/span&gt; -- still stuck with this orkut thing.. posts some really horrible messages.. pissing of some manU and schumi fans in the process.. for a change opens yahoo mail.. and find same forwards keep filling his mailbox..deletes everythin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.00 pm&lt;/span&gt; -- wakes up from his short nap.. and goes for tea..which apparently tastes like some medicine.. but he has to keep himself awake till night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5:30 pm&lt;/span&gt; -- checks his blog.. irritated by number of posts in his blog.. he decides to write another like the one u r reading right now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:00 pm&lt;/span&gt; -- goes to the bogs for a bath.. but finds no water in bogs.. irritated, he comes back to his room.. and sprays a hell lot of Deoderant all over him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:00 pm&lt;/span&gt; -- comes back to his room.. and find the quake server on.. closes all applications in computer.. and plays quake..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10:00 pm&lt;/span&gt; -- after 2 hrs of quake session.. our man decides to have a coffee in gurunath.. with a few jobless friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11:00 pm&lt;/span&gt; -- checks his orkut for new posts.. then all of a sudden 'cling' comes another chat friend.. goes on for hours.. talk on the most nonsense topic, u can think of..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:00 am&lt;/span&gt; -- plans to watch a movie..which turns out to b a big flop movie..so ends up watchin same old episodes of friends.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3:00 am&lt;/span&gt; -- yawns big time.. so decides to go to bed.. stares at the ceiling and thinks "wht to do in life" .. and then suddenly remembers about his BTP work..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, takes up his daily oath to do it tomorrow morning with out fail.. and crashes.. zZZzZZz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(to be continued)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you have just now read the daily schedule of one of the most laziest guys in IIT.. and you would definitely feel happy that you achieve atleast somethin in life.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;if not.. then you are welcome to the world of matrix..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10132989-110802066887494401?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/110802066887494401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=110802066887494401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/110802066887494401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/110802066887494401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/02/daily-routine.html' title='~Daily Routine~'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-110795831798982204</id><published>2005-02-09T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T23:37:59.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Cupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Cupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Seeing as how it is but a few days from that most acursed day over which you preside, I thought that I might extend an epistle in supplication for my most solitary status. I have been a very good guy this year (not like you gave me any other choice), and therefore feel that I am entitled to a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 14&lt;/span&gt; unladen by jealously and untainted by melancholy meditations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I know that in sixth grade I did not respond to that chain letter - the one that promised eternal damnation of my love life if I did not send it to five other unsuspecting friends - and that is why you have cursed me thus. But now I ask, is this really necessary? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Oh, cruel, cruel fate, how far whilst thy memory extend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;First, I would beseech that a rare strain of floral virus would smite every flower in the world, leaving none to be given to all the girls are not dating me (umm i think that includes all of them), to be carried about school and brandished in my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Then I would have the FDA declare Helium an extremely dangerous element, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;therefore removing all the festive heart-shaped ballons. Then I would have animal rights activists protest the sale of stuffed animals, leaving no cute little pink teddy bears to be carried about and announced as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  "this is what my wonderful sweet and really hot boyfriend gave me for Valentines Day... like totally!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Finally, do you think you could arrange for a Puritan dictatorship to overtake the government,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; just for this one day? Then, whenever all those cute adorable couples that do not involve me are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; walking around being cute and adorable, Goodwife Gertrude would swoop down upon them,  screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; "SIN!!! Pray for your SOULS, you miserable SINNERS!!! Away to the stocks with ye!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And then Ron and Eileen will be locked away in chains, to serve as the target of the barrage of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;decayed produce hurled from my righteous hand, and I will laugh, me ha ha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Yours sincerely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; prematura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Blog: courtesy of some orkut guy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/10132989-110795831798982204?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/110795831798982204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=110795831798982204&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/110795831798982204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/110795831798982204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/02/letter-to-cupid.html' title='Letter to Cupid'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132989.post-110795664260739765</id><published>2005-02-09T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T05:44:02.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well.. Who's Neo here..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To all...&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the world of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MATRIX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a matrix created by a person.. whose sole purpose in life to be independent and enjoy his life to the fullest .. without any hassles&lt;br /&gt;i am known as &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Home.aspx?xid=10510002662435852538"&gt;PrematurA&lt;/a&gt;.. and i control this page..&lt;br /&gt;thers lot of reconstruction to b done to this page.. its now in its early stages..&lt;br /&gt;people are welcome to visit this place.. and give comments.&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/10132989-110795664260739765?l=prematura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/feeds/110795664260739765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10132989&amp;postID=110795664260739765&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/110795664260739765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10132989/posts/default/110795664260739765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prematura.blogspot.com/2005/02/well-whos-neo-here.html' title='Well.. Who&apos;s Neo here..!!'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06781919879611813921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
