<?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-1395818504382567403</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:11:26.075+05:30</updated><category term='change'/><category term='people'/><category term='poem'/><category term='imba dyood'/><category term='bachna ae haseeno'/><category term='NITK'/><category term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Its either MY way or the HIGHWAY!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sudhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894154842135322420</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395818504382567403.post-950310563934259936</id><published>2009-01-26T02:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-26T03:02:06.166+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nothing but the Truth... (movie review)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing but the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      (&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1073241/"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1073241/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is a good movie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people who are interested in movies involving journalists and government secrets leaked, may be a li'l disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the movie is centred around the character - Racheal Armstrong - a journalist who writes this story about how the president of the US attacked a country inspite of being told that they were innocent by a CIA agent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it shows the level of commitment that she is willing to go to protect her source and how she is willing to face the consequences of doing so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ending is rather amusing, its not like the cliched underdog story. its far from any of that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw M&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;att Dillon&lt;/span&gt; after a long time - here playing the attorney representing the government. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alan Alda&lt;/span&gt; - his age seems to be showing on him now, but nevertheless a good performance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the movie was carried, to a significant extent, by the brilliance potrayal of the journalist by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kate Beckinsale. &lt;/span&gt;she brilliantly switches from being the journalist/suburban soccer mom... to the harassed iron-willed journalist who wouldn't give up her source as a principle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;regards &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;poi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;note: i wouldn't put this 1 in the you-definitely-gotta-watch-it category&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  it would be more apt in the if-in-the-mood-of-an-interesting-movie category...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395818504382567403-950310563934259936?l=thusspakesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/feeds/950310563934259936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395818504382567403&amp;postID=950310563934259936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/950310563934259936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/950310563934259936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/2009/01/nothing-but-truth-movie-review.html' title='Nothing but the Truth... (movie review)'/><author><name>Sudhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894154842135322420</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-1395818504382567403.post-7719007566058882419</id><published>2009-01-15T02:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-15T02:20:17.741+05:30</updated><title type='text'>clarification...</title><content type='html'>it was recently brought to my notice that my previous blog was somehow not in the right spirit of "blogging". i am not allowed to write stuff like "certain some1" etc. etc. ... , because i've generated curiosity and now it's my moral duty to reveal the "certain someone" and the "certain someone else".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so in reply to that - please do not bother as to who these "certain" people are! when the time is right, things will reveal themselves or better ; you will &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CHANGE&lt;/span&gt; and no longer bother about who they were. ( i sincerely hope its the latter!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am sorry, if i have misled you in someway. it was not my intention to do so and please accept my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apology&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but rest assured - you will have the answer to your question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;regards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395818504382567403-7719007566058882419?l=thusspakesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/feeds/7719007566058882419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395818504382567403&amp;postID=7719007566058882419' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/7719007566058882419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/7719007566058882419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/2009/01/clarification.html' title='clarification...'/><author><name>Sudhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894154842135322420</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-1395818504382567403.post-1215000816431273368</id><published>2009-01-10T01:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-10T02:08:24.279+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>Change...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt; - the only thing that is constant in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue who said this, but whoever did, is very true. if you never gave thought to this, look around - who has been the same since the first time you met them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what prompted this, but i have a vague idea. it must have been a few discussions with a certain some1, about how a certain someone else had changed, after certain events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always thought i knew what this certain-someone-else was like, or at least i thought i did. but then as i mentioned, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CHANGE&lt;/span&gt; struck! and now when i look at this certain someone else, i don't ever recall having known this person. although a few months ago i would have put my ass on line claiming i could predict things about this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although when i think of it, i didn't remain quite the same person i was at one time. things do change, for the better or for the worse. stopped reading as much, got lazy, priorities changed, got into certain "habits", experimented with things earlier unheard of, got short-tempered, blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its either you accept it or just wait to get shocked, when it does hit you! but this is one thing i suppose very few can deny. personally, i hate change - like things the way they were, but guess that is why, i get shocked, more often than not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worst part is, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt;, no matter how vehemently you may want to deny it. it's subtle, but it's out there for you to notice, if you look carefully. so, next time you want to tell a person - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey man! you haven't changed a bit&lt;/span&gt; - look again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards&lt;br /&gt;poi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; note: btw the word JANG has a new meaning - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;ust &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nother &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;itk &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;uy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395818504382567403-1215000816431273368?l=thusspakesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/feeds/1215000816431273368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395818504382567403&amp;postID=1215000816431273368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/1215000816431273368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/1215000816431273368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/2009/01/change.html' title='Change...'/><author><name>Sudhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894154842135322420</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-1395818504382567403.post-2701811237149921477</id><published>2008-08-24T00:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-24T01:09:56.111+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>a happy day</title><content type='html'>how long have i longed for days,&lt;br /&gt;which are happy like today.&lt;br /&gt;there's something springy in the air and me,&lt;br /&gt;the time feels like an endless month of may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up to a bright and chilly morn,&lt;br /&gt;after a sleep as short as a nap.&lt;br /&gt;cleaned up and had breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;every step and minute seemed to fill in the gap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then as the sun came up bright and searing,&lt;br /&gt;i'm on this bus to somewhere for some work.&lt;br /&gt;no clue, what awaited me at the end,&lt;br /&gt;and in my mind i let my doubts lurk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a close friend and friend probables,&lt;br /&gt;who as the sun would pass i would, with, bond.&lt;br /&gt;we reached our destination, a world,&lt;br /&gt;a new one, never experienced, but looking fond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we entered the foreign grounds,&lt;br /&gt;not knowing what fate beheld there.&lt;br /&gt;never knowing that it would,&lt;br /&gt;place us at such heights of pleasure, OMG where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we walked out of the grounds,&lt;br /&gt;our minds filled to the brim with ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;it was a story from a book,&lt;br /&gt;something we wanted, as good as a fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our bodies tired, our bellies growling,&lt;br /&gt;we sought then to quench both.&lt;br /&gt;as the sun crossed the heights of its peak,&lt;br /&gt;we were at the Empire, on its froth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the "chaats"[slime - you clumsy fool! ;)] and "parathas",&lt;br /&gt;and a small table to support.&lt;br /&gt;and we ate, as we must, and we did,&lt;br /&gt;not a morsel remaining, as was the report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;followed then the ice-creams and challenges,&lt;br /&gt;thrown open but no time to spare.&lt;br /&gt;ice-creams were from the shop called ideal,&lt;br /&gt;the service of which, we could rather not bare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's a spot we must pass,&lt;br /&gt;as other things which are sour.&lt;br /&gt;so i will finish this,  not push it,&lt;br /&gt;stretch it or bend it and say no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedicated to the day we made the trip to St. Joseph's Engineering College, and the fun time we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards&lt;br /&gt;sudhir poi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395818504382567403-2701811237149921477?l=thusspakesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/feeds/2701811237149921477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395818504382567403&amp;postID=2701811237149921477' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/2701811237149921477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/2701811237149921477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-day.html' title='a happy day'/><author><name>Sudhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894154842135322420</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-1395818504382567403.post-5475527092864172834</id><published>2008-08-16T02:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-16T02:49:39.256+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bachna ae haseeno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imba dyood'/><title type='text'>BACHNA AE HASEENO ( IMBA DYOOOOD)</title><content type='html'>ah... bachna ae haseeno... really bachna, haseena or not!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's what we will call the " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imba dyood &lt;/span&gt;" movie, the "  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;killer &lt;/span&gt;" movie, for a long time to come. Man, Ranbir kapoor's crappy... that guy can not act for nuts. The chicks are worth a watch although. So, if you are looking to rejuvenate your imaginative skills in certain areas, this ones worth a shot. Lot of unnecessary cleavage [ ;) ].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friends are like uncles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first part went by and we thought - ok half the movie done, now hopefully, the second half will compensate for it. But then the second half happened&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; As a result of this, when the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXIT &lt;/span&gt;gates opened we were the first ones to run for it, not to mention the rest of the theatre following in quick stead. Our joy was on cloud no. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; when we realised that we managed to skip the last &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 &lt;/span&gt;seconds of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall the whole movie was very enjoyable, 'coz of the fact that there were so many things in the movie we could pick on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best part was the delicious sizzlers we had at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIZZLERS RANCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; earlier in the day and the  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laugh-a-riot&lt;/span&gt; session in the van that we came back at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;in the morning. Inadvertently ponky and sheki had their face to faces literally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only blotch is that I managed to loose a book, which i had bought earlier at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DEPOT&lt;/span&gt;. Let's hope those adlabs fellows find it and keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until more of similar excursions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards&lt;br /&gt;poi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395818504382567403-5475527092864172834?l=thusspakesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/feeds/5475527092864172834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395818504382567403&amp;postID=5475527092864172834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/5475527092864172834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/5475527092864172834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/2008/08/bachna-ae-haseeno-imba-dyooood.html' title='BACHNA AE HASEENO ( IMBA DYOOOOD)'/><author><name>Sudhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894154842135322420</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-1395818504382567403.post-8528069636512710691</id><published>2008-08-09T09:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-09T10:56:25.244+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NITK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>POLITICS!!!</title><content type='html'>well, the time on my comp reads as 09:54 a.m. as i write this piece of history in our college. As i write this more and more people are walking in and updating on the latest going on in classes as many of us come to know, who will be representing us for the coming year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  discussions begin with who won the election, then to the alliance( yea, unfortunately, we do form coalitions here also :P ) he belongs to, the final years who are probables for the President, the ENGI Con and the INCI Con. Then it steers to the people( i.e. who can be hated for all the wrong things on earth) who must have stabbed to make the guy, who won, win. If it doesn't stop at that then it goes on to enlighten the negligent ones about how personal grudges led to the downfall of the one who fell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scene yesterday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole block was buzzing with final years trying to convince the third years, trying to make them see reason as to why they should choose the side they want them to. But the more important decisions were being taken in the rooms of the uber influentials in the batch where the incentives and booze parties et al were being distributed. and then the decisions were made, for it to be executed today morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;present scenario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the guys from a specific class, where the guy who they wanted to win went on to loose, sit bitching about the people who they think must have  stabbed their candidate. [ :) ].  Then there are the final year decisions being taken right here right now [ :P ] ( as if these opinions count).&lt;br /&gt;And now people want to talk to the guys who have won and try to make them vote for us.[ :) ]( high hopes! ).&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottomline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We guys were not made for politics, somehow its not the way we function. Guys who won, the guys who were backing them, played dirty on some level or the other. At least 3 of the CRs who got elected have wrongfully come into play. They can be taken out right now, but even knowing this also, we are sitting here instead of doing something, if we really had it in us to play the politik game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if we decide to play dirty, well its a fact, we can't even get near them, when it comes to playing dirty!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the fun parts: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guys who contributed to the winning guys esp the fore-campaigners sit like victorious generals, just returned from a battle, waiting for the war to commence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a whole lot of bitching going on -  and the best part is some of the most intricate details of their character is under microscopic scrutiny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there had been a lot of pamphlets distribution and the guy who took the cake, the icing, the cherry on top and the chips in the plate ( govinda govinda, govinda, govindaaaa... ) is the guy with a campaign video ( " OTE for ME" ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats done for now, for more updates, there'll some 10-15 more blogs talking about the same thing and the different views. [ :) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways have fun... until something as big as this happens again ( don't think thats happening for a long time...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards&lt;br /&gt;poi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/1395818504382567403-8528069636512710691?l=thusspakesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/feeds/8528069636512710691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395818504382567403&amp;postID=8528069636512710691' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/8528069636512710691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/8528069636512710691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/2008/08/politics.html' title='POLITICS!!!'/><author><name>Sudhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894154842135322420</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-1395818504382567403.post-1844726186227837320</id><published>2008-06-23T00:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:13:55.695+05:30</updated><title type='text'>IDENTITY CRISIS!!! literally...</title><content type='html'>This one day was the most painful in the past 2 months for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been going to IIT-B since the beginning of may and it has been more or less a monotonous and uneventful life from that day on, except on the weekends(discounting the exciting EURO matches in the evenings).Well and so it passed on till the last wednesday. that day i was pretty tired and sleepy from the previous days match. So i decided to leave a li'l early and catch up on some sleep if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i suppose someone somewhere had an entirely different plan chalked out for me for that day. I reached the bus stop of IIT-B at around 4pm. Now from previous experience i knew that there was to be a bus at around 4 which would take me home. if i did miss it the next would be there atleast by 5:00 or 5:15. So i decided to wait it out till that time, when there was no bus even at 4:30. Ironically there was to be no bus that day till 6:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated out of my balls, I was rather relieved when the bus finally decided to arrive at around 6:15. The only consolation for me in the whole thing was &lt;br /&gt;that i had learnt to be a bit more patient and a lot more foolish. But when the bus came i forgot everything and flung myself at the entrance to the crowded &lt;br /&gt;thing that would lead me home. After a stop i got inside the bus(till the it was a hang for survival). Thanks to the new system i already had my return ticket, so no hassle to buy one. Then i settled to be mauled by the unrelenting crowd. Generally i'm lucky and within 5-10 mins i manage to get a seat, but today was a tough one so i ended up standing for the worst parts of the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i neared home i managed a seat and took my bag in front to finally take out my keys. And lo behold! what am i facing - an open zip in my bag where my &lt;br /&gt;wallet, earphones, keys et al are supposed to be. And my worst fear came true and my faith in the fact that i could stay untouched by the bombay pick-pockets&lt;br /&gt;was shattered. As a consolation(to god knows whom) they had left my earphones untouched. The wallet had 1200 bucks cash( the highest amount i have ever carried in my wallet in living history) my college ID, my liscence and my ATM card among other collectibles of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already frustrated because of the long wait and as an icing and cherry on top this happened. Man, i went berserk and crazy. I was cursing every &lt;br /&gt;possible person who i believed had ever wronged me. And then i got off the bus after thoroughly searching it while making a fool of myself. As i entered the gate of my colony, there are security fellas at the gate( of the few previlaged ones who have had the fortune of visiting my place - well, they'll know what i am referring to). Now in my living history not once has it happened that the security guy has ever asked me for identification, not even when the 9-11 attacks had happened and security was at an all-time ecstatic high. And as i walked in this cool security dude asks me for identification. I was bloody raging and then this, as if the icing and the cherry had been not sufficient. But thankfully this dude just took my word for the fact that i stayed in the colony, probably because i blabered an address that he recognized as being possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After entering the colony, i called up mom to let her know what had happened and to handle the situation - well, dad was home!!! when i entered the most &lt;br /&gt;methodical and excruciatingly embarassing breakdown of the whole mishap was extracted out of me. Then began the age-old prescribed process to remedy the situation caused because of my carelessness - blocking the ATM, going and filing the police report( no, there were no more mishaps at the police station - if you were expecting one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus ended my most eventful day of the whole holidays so far. At the end of it, i had absolutely no documents( that people generally carry) to prove my &lt;br /&gt;identity, and it has been so till this minute and will remain for at least a few more days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. since that day i have been telling this story to all and sundry with much joy excitement and animation, much to the amusement of everbody. but it really helps make you feel less gulty about things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395818504382567403-1844726186227837320?l=thusspakesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/feeds/1844726186227837320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395818504382567403&amp;postID=1844726186227837320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/1844726186227837320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/1844726186227837320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/2008/06/identity-crisis-literally.html' title='IDENTITY CRISIS!!! literally...'/><author><name>Sudhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894154842135322420</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-1395818504382567403.post-7748029128191903151</id><published>2008-06-04T10:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-05T12:42:31.923+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Finally Jupiter hears me out!!!</title><content type='html'>Scene1 - the whole of past month i have been crying about the fact that rains have eluded bombay, because as earlier stated i was suffering due to the summer. I kept having the same discussion with every possible soul i came across, irrespective of the fact whether they were residents of bombay or not!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i decided to take matters into my own hands - which resulted in the last blog getting written. I agreed to even do the rain dance also, if required(and the way gulu pictured it, i was all for it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to no avail. I was left waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Scene2 - I am out shopping for shoes with my dad. He needed a new pair of office-wear shoes and i had  sneakers in mind, so we set out on tuesday evening(3rd june) on our mission. As the evening wore on and i got bored of looking at all these black and brown colored shoes, which i would not be sporting at least for the next 2 years, the temperatures dropped a little. There was that slight, very slight hint of rain in the air. But i could not trust my instincts because they had been wrong the whole of the previous week. Then finally my dad decided on the shoes he wanted. As it was to turn out they were pretty expensive and pretty good looking too. i approved of them(generally i don't even bother, office-wear shoes are not my area of expertise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Climax -  as we walked out of the showroom, we hear a salesman shout - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aala re, paus!&lt;/span&gt; - or something very similar.(the above translating to -"the rains have come.") And i look up to see these most awesome huge raindrops, most unusual for the first rains, literally pounding on the rooftops of the parked cars. All i could do, was to stand there gawking, with a very stupid smile on my face. i looked at pop and he also had a smile, an amused 1. On inquiry, he said that it was very weird that he had just bought these real expensive shoes and it should rain almost the next instant, rendering him unable to sport it for the next few months, at least. Then we ran to the car and i did not get into it until he had taken it out on the road, letting myself soak in the first rains of bombay! It poured at least for the next 15-20 mins with quite an intensity, reducing visibility considerably. But who the hell cared for all that at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how the story of bombay's first rains unfolded in my life in the summer of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sudhir poi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. for all those people who are dead or on the verge of it, after reading this tiny-story-made-extravagantly long. I apologize and give you the full right to kick my ass the next time you come across me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.B. it has not rained since, too. so i will be taking suggestions on more variants of the rain dance and please keep it as interesting as you can come up with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395818504382567403-7748029128191903151?l=thusspakesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/feeds/7748029128191903151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395818504382567403&amp;postID=7748029128191903151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/7748029128191903151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/7748029128191903151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally-jupiter-hears-me-out.html' title='Finally Jupiter hears me out!!!'/><author><name>Sudhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894154842135322420</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-1395818504382567403.post-5690934493203374079</id><published>2008-05-28T10:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-28T12:11:20.573+05:30</updated><title type='text'>what is Jupiter thinking??!!</title><content type='html'>Today morning when i logged on, the first thing, even before i checked my mail, was to check the weather forecast for bombay city. it said that the temperature was around 37 or 34 deg centigrade (depending on the site being checked), but they all seem to agree that it felt like it was around 42 deg centigrade!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is most unusual for me, because i generally do not concern myself with things like weather(although it plays a very significant role in our lives). but i had to, the weather's been driving me nuts for the better parts of my ongoing summer break. now had the case been that i am sitting at home and  sipping on some lovely fruit juice all day, i would have absolutely no reason to worry. i  would have rather enjoyed even the worst summer heat, but problem is i travel everyday in a crowded bus. the journey taking me approximately an hour and a quart.  the heat causes sweating and a lot of sweating people in a small place like a bus stuck in bombay traffic is not exacly the best part of a holiday, eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, my question - what is jupiter thinking? (for all you noobies out there who don't know who jupiter is, he is the Roman RAIN GOD). adding to the agony is the fact that for the past 2 years i have been living in surathkal, a place near manglore, as a hostelite, in my college and the weather there is very very hot. the winters are non-existent. ideally i thought that coming home would bring in some respite, but unfortunately its been a li'l disappointing.  so that is why i sincerely hope that jupiter will hear the pleas of harassed souls like us and send in some showers in the next few days. he has been just simply generating anticipation by having grayish clouds cover the morning sky!! very smart, but now the jokes getting a li'l harsh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards&lt;br /&gt;sudhir poi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i would love to perform the Indian rain dance if it can help the case, so if you have the faintest idea how it is, please contact me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395818504382567403-5690934493203374079?l=thusspakesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/feeds/5690934493203374079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395818504382567403&amp;postID=5690934493203374079' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/5690934493203374079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/5690934493203374079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-is-jupiter-thinking.html' title='what is Jupiter thinking??!!'/><author><name>Sudhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894154842135322420</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-1395818504382567403.post-1827238437774389509</id><published>2008-05-16T10:21:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-16T15:22:25.159+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MEMORIES!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Memory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the mental capacity or faculty of retaining and reviving facts, events, impressions, etc., or of recalling or recognizing previous experiences " - this is how the dictionary describes memory, among other definitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These can mean the best of things and the worst of things to a person, depending on what one remembers or rather commits to memory!! Very often people use the good ones to help them through situations - sticky ones as well as depressing ones. Experience is also in a way linked to memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the glitch comes when you tend to remember things without actually wanting to, or having to make an effort to. Then you sort of loose control over the things that keep comin back to you as flashes of the past events or "memories". Good things are always there to remember- that lovely holiday you took with your family, the awesome rainy day when you sat home and enjoyed waatching the world outside, the fun that you have had with your friends, the pranks that you pulled in school with your chuddy buddies!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there is always the flip side to having a good memory, it tends to remember things that you wolud give anything to forget- the haunting memories of actions that you regret doing, things that make you feel stupid, embarassing situations etc. It is the worst thing when you have to face yourself and whe you have to think - "why the hell did i have to do this?" Very often it can drive you mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have had this thing about myself. Ended up having a good memory only to discover that inspite of the fabulous advantages that it had, you end up having nightmares in the day when you suddenly outta the blue remember absurdly ghastly things that just want to make you disappear from the face of the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thats just me being my own old self. its amazing how even good things tend to have, or rather one seems to find something to complain about it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards&lt;br /&gt;sudhir poi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395818504382567403-1827238437774389509?l=thusspakesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/feeds/1827238437774389509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395818504382567403&amp;postID=1827238437774389509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/1827238437774389509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/1827238437774389509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/2008/05/memories.html' title='MEMORIES!!'/><author><name>Sudhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894154842135322420</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-1395818504382567403.post-7450189549950693869</id><published>2008-02-03T13:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-03T14:51:23.697+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To UNBELONG!</title><content type='html'>i really don't think that this word is actually a real word, as in recognized by any dictionary, but it still caught my attention. i came across it one day in the newspaper and since then it always springs up in my head when i'm introspecting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ordinarily i would refer to such a thing as a "concept", but strangely i find this is more of a "way of life",a t least for me. to "unbelong" is a term which is hard to describe it in words, but has to be experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you unbelong, essentially you don't belong anywhere in a very general manner. this may encompass looking at things not just the way its supposed to be looked at, doing things in a different and eccentric manner. it's basically doing things in an manner, people would not generally resort to, for the same task and not worrying about the consequences much(like talking to yourself, but then it's a slightly extreme case. but fact is that its more often just loud thinking, which people mistake to be talking to yourself!). its doing things when you want to do it although people around you may not approve of it and even you yourself may not be exactly be able to justify it to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fallout of all this will be that people will not approve of and or understand your actions, but when you unbelog, it really should not matter to you. they will call you weird, possibly something much more serious, but then who gives a shit what people have to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but experience tells me that eventually when they themselves try out the same things they enjoy it, and then they have to literally gobble down their words. but this happens only when they are brave enough to give it a shot. generally you end up facing a lot of hypocrisy. the hypocrisy is because a large majority want to "belong" to something or the other and they may be plain ignorant to other ways, thus causing them to not see it the way we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;often the actions are mistaken to be brash and impulsive, but then that is wat "unbelonging" is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then this is my version of UNBELONGING! every1 might have their own version of it. so basically all you need to do is accept it and go on to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards&lt;br /&gt;sudhir poi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395818504382567403-7450189549950693869?l=thusspakesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/feeds/7450189549950693869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395818504382567403&amp;postID=7450189549950693869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/7450189549950693869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/7450189549950693869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-unbelong.html' title='To UNBELONG!'/><author><name>Sudhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894154842135322420</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-1395818504382567403.post-8971709125818774468</id><published>2007-10-30T19:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-30T20:09:50.955+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a VULTURE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;vulture, well not in the actual sense, but in our coll lingo... especially to people who have taken the mysore mess-1, will make a lot of sense.&lt;br /&gt;vultures- these are those people who wait right behind a person who is having food, so as to immediately take up that seat so as to get served in the next round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for the definition. yesterday i so happened that we reached the mess a li'l late... mebbe around 5 mins after it opened. so, we ended up having no seats to sit and hence ended up waiting for people to finish on the first table.&lt;br /&gt;generally as this is the first table people are expected to finish of their food FIRST but that was not to be. other tables started getting replaced by the next round but not ours. now although i hate taking up the role of a vulture i had no choice. so i ended up standing right behind one of the guys. now i dunno if this guy was a really slow eater or was really hungry . but he took miserably long to finish up and i ended up waiting for him to do so. and i got neatly kicked around the full time and almost maimed myself in the process of him getting up to get something. well after those torturous 5 mins we got served and the foos turned out to be nothing great. so much for having to play the vulture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i have taken up the 7th block again i need not worry about being the vulture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scavenging never again&lt;br /&gt;sudhir poi!&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/1395818504382567403-8971709125818774468?l=thusspakesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/feeds/8971709125818774468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395818504382567403&amp;postID=8971709125818774468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/8971709125818774468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/8971709125818774468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/2007/10/confessions-of-vulture.html' title='Confessions of a VULTURE...'/><author><name>Sudhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894154842135322420</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-1395818504382567403.post-1392225813527822</id><published>2007-10-29T17:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-30T21:51:04.522+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ma frnd in LOVE...</title><content type='html'>this is one of the most unexpected events that has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday ma frnd went to his blog and he had a reply for his post about the "fairer sex".... u have to read it to know what he has put down in it. basically his personal  views on the females in this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it so happened that there was a comment, rather 2, on his post, by some1 going by the name 'screwu'. he read it and was pretty mesmerised by it. he got really excited and went to the extent of confessing something that he would generally not even dream of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myself being his roommate and all could only conclude that he had actually fallen for the lady(although i know better) who had written this comment. to accentuate my belief - he actually called her and i quote - BABE! that coming from him is again most blasphemous to his own nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know how all this will go on and shape up like.... but i guess it was worth a mention especially for all the  people who have had the good fortune to know this highly knowledgeable friend of mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until another of this incident...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sudhir poi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395818504382567403-1392225813527822?l=thusspakesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/feeds/1392225813527822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395818504382567403&amp;postID=1392225813527822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/1392225813527822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/1392225813527822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/2007/10/gulu-in-love.html' title='ma frnd in LOVE...'/><author><name>Sudhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894154842135322420</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-1395818504382567403.post-6156084683975908148</id><published>2007-10-28T00:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-28T00:50:34.230+05:30</updated><title type='text'>mismatch</title><content type='html'>well.... this comes after a long n well researched debate among myself n 1 o ma close associate.&lt;br /&gt;as usual we were havin converssation about teh link ups among our grp of friends(which , recently, we have been havin a lot, coz most o the other folk r hooked up or have no hope, but we two r the only singles left out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now thing is one of the females in our grp got recently hooked, or at least thats how it appears, to one of her "good friends"(thats precisely how she still describes him!!!). n this close associate o mine had a thing for this particular girl. the gut she got hooked to is one of the biggest losers who seems to have a knack of inventing genres of rock n metal which do not exist(read: he came up with "black metal" o some such). now its not only this guy, but the rest o us also cant stop debatin on this particular event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these "pair of good friends" when they are on  the bike seem to be unable to notice even the closest of their pals. n whenever they have been spotted on their own, they appear close enough for not evena fly to pass between them. so much for bein "close friends".!!! she cant take herself off him most o the times. n i'm bbein a li'l subtle here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically this has come to be the most standard example of how loser guys seem to be gettin all the good females! n has been quite  a disappointin thiung to discuss.... although i'll admit its been talked about so much that the topics gotten ;literally exhausted.... n we could gain a Ph.D. for the research that we have come up with....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nywz i hope this drives home the point that i am intendin to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until i bug u the next time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sudhir poi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395818504382567403-6156084683975908148?l=thusspakesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/feeds/6156084683975908148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395818504382567403&amp;postID=6156084683975908148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/6156084683975908148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/6156084683975908148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/2007/10/mismatch.html' title='mismatch'/><author><name>Sudhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894154842135322420</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-1395818504382567403.post-1894635576960292960</id><published>2007-10-24T21:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-24T21:50:33.432+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rajasthani Lassi!!!</title><content type='html'>ok here goes a story tat quite a few o us noe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a lovely saturday evening on the weekend wen the SLC(Student Leadership Congress) was being held. we had, had the workshop by PeopleFirst grp n most o us had refreshed n lookin forward to the dinner n the movie after it!!! Initially the dinner was to be at 730 p.m but wat the hell runs on time here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were hanging out , outside the sports complex(where the dinner was supposed to be held) n then slowly ppl started arriving. we talked wid ppl from the PF grp coz quite a few o us had been involved in setting up their props n stuff!!! we had ppl coming in from other colleges n stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now after all the hanging around dinner finally started.... altho i wud like to bring to notice the fact tat it began only after a significant female population had arrived on the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we all went inside, n we were "hanging out" inside also(pretty ironical!). after getting the plates, we decided to settle down, n settle down we did. myself wid a few o ma close associates. now this one dude who's a pretty good frnd o mine, was also with me. we settled around a pair of females from one o the colleges tat had come from out station. now the conversation started n it turned out tat this one particular lady, the lady in qn. here, was from rajasthan. ma frnd had already made it clear tat he was attempting something, n then he started off about rajasthani food, after it was mentioned dat this lady was from the land o the pink city! initially everything seemed cool, n rather mundane, but then suddenly this guy came up with one dish tat left most o us sitting there dumbfounded. he exclaimed dat he loved o rather that "rajasthani lassi" was supposed to be taa damn good! i don noe y the lady din  say anyhting, guess must've been outta politeness for the junior's comment!(it did turn out tat she was in final yr ). after tat, "rajasthani lassi" did the rounds o the block for the whole o next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now the story has died down n forgotten also, mebbe, altho i hope it is otherwise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wud also like to mention another o ma close frnd- known as "windy" to some - this guy tat day stunned most o us by actually statin tat one female was hot n actually stickin' around her for the whole o the dinner part! pretty outta the blue behavior by him, but then not every1's true colors get shown very often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tat brings to an end, another o ma a__nd eatin session, until the next time i feel hungry, ADIOS ma frnds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever hungry,&lt;br /&gt;sudhir poi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395818504382567403-1894635576960292960?l=thusspakesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/feeds/1894635576960292960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395818504382567403&amp;postID=1894635576960292960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/1894635576960292960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/1894635576960292960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/2007/10/rajasthani-lassi.html' title='Rajasthani Lassi!!!'/><author><name>Sudhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894154842135322420</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-1395818504382567403.post-2234880515294932810</id><published>2007-10-21T10:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-21T10:46:50.519+05:30</updated><title type='text'>(D)RAG ur way thru coll!!</title><content type='html'>Considerin this is ma first post.... i really cudn't&lt;br /&gt;think o any topic(also takin into account its sunday mornin n i have no way to expain y i'm up so early!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comin down  to writin somethin bout (d)raggin ur way thru coll.... from wat i've seen, or rather experienced, i wudnt exactly say tat raggin is all tat bad as ppl make it out to be(esp the media coverage it tends to get!). i accept the fact tat ma perception is limited to ma coll(NITK) n ma seniors(who r ppl not much different from us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, first o all i wud rather warn ppl, who disagree with me, to patiently hear me out.&lt;br /&gt;raggin is not bad because it lets u "interact" with ur seniors(ok ok... all i'm askin u to do is patiently hear me out)... u come to noe how to work the system, n it helps u bond with ppl in the initial days of college. in the later stages, u get to vent out all ur frustration with everythin by just sittin down wid ur party-mates n abusin ur seniors- believe me, makes u feel really light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;altho i do agree tat there r more civil ways to get to noe ur seniors but fact is tat seniors need to noe u... n u need recognition among the seniors. the other ways r much more arbit n complicated i guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen it comes to raggin, i personally don want it to happen, but i stick to ma stand dat its required, coz we need work to be done which we ourselves wudnt want to do, o will rather be a slower n rather irritatin process!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for ppl who dont get ragged all i can say is tat u guys r missin out on 1 of the interestin things tat come as part of the package called "COLLEGE LIFE"! but tat absolutely dusnt mean u r unlucky not to have gotten ragged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalo, i'll take leave now, enuf a__d eatin in this artcle! (u got it rite!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time,&lt;br /&gt;sudhir poi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1395818504382567403-2234880515294932810?l=thusspakesam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/feeds/2234880515294932810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1395818504382567403&amp;postID=2234880515294932810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/2234880515294932810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1395818504382567403/posts/default/2234880515294932810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thusspakesam.blogspot.com/2007/10/drag-ur-way-thru-coll.html' title='(D)RAG ur way thru coll!!'/><author><name>Sudhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09894154842135322420</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></feed>
