tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-247880752024-03-13T10:25:01.303+05:30www.whateteez.comRamblings of a madman.........weird...man........MusicManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-34132560559608009662012-06-13T15:40:00.000+05:302012-06-13T15:40:05.890+05:30Phase number.....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Tis' that time of life........again. Change of jobs, change of colleagues who have become friends. I have always been in a quandry to find 'the' job in life, something which I would love to do and get paid in return. Finally I had found it, but alas.........it's time to hop, skip and jump again due to unavoidable circumstances. Blogging this waiting for a friend to go for oota. </div>
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What I gained in the current going away job would be very few big things viz., </div>
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and last but the most important thing : Be cooooooooooooooooooooooooooool even in situations where your head feels like exploding.</div>
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People keep saying 'Do the basics right and good things will follow'. This is right from Mohammad Azharuddin to MS Dhoni as far as cricket goes. Now, I kept pondering over an issue that I was trying to learn from almost 24 hours of work spaced out in a couple of months. Today, I figured out that I was thinking 'too much' if I may and forgot the most basic thing that needs to be done.<br />
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I am always surprised when a mistake is no longer a mistake simply because I did the most basic thing right and the surprise is because I do believe that I ain't stupid :D.<br />
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This post is after more than a couples of years........Wonder when will the next one be!<br />
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A song stuck in my head from a few days....<br />
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Tan tan taan taan taan<br />
Tan tan taan taan taan<br />
Tan tan taan taan taan<br />
Taan ta taan ta tadada......Chikni ......<br />
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You know the rest. Oh yes, I loved Sonakshi sinha's looks in Rowdy Rathore......now if you don't like the movie..........Don't angry me! <br />
<br /></div>MusicManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-37535436910622021792010-01-04T23:46:00.000+05:302010-01-04T23:46:51.570+05:30www.whateteez.com:gimme<a href="http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2010/01/give-me-some-sunshine-give-me-some-rain.html">http://whateteez.blogspot.com/2010/01/give-me-some-sunshine-give-me-some-rain.html</a>MusicManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-21714569322755149462010-01-04T23:40:00.002+05:302010-01-04T23:46:19.880+05:30Give me some sunshine, give me some rainSaari umar hum...mar mar ke jeeliye hai...<br />Ek pal to ab humein...jeene do..jeene do.<br />Bachpan ..to gaya.....Jawaani bhi gayi......Ek pal to ab humain.....jeene do ....jeene doooooooooooo!<br />Give me some sunshine, give me some rain<br />Give me another chance ...I wanna grow up once again!!<br /><br />Just like me, there will easily be thousands of other people who would have got goose bumps listening to this song in the background in 3 idiots the very first time! Did I not say I wish? OF COURSE I wish!!<br /><br />I am always astounded by the ways you can describe things...ways - words. It is just so great if you have a great vocabulary in life, you have almost no limit to describing any single emotion in so many thousands of ways..........each resulting in a slightly different reaction.MusicManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-42694826438790394572008-04-16T09:27:00.005+05:302008-12-11T09:23:22.286+05:30Things happen - Bangalore Times 14th Apr 08<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieqBK4VwN5HrK5zc1gP7NAMeY0hOVtP5D9kgzEFkzLjWUtv31f7vzsgwku5o9t7fnxOvdcYE_z4-zb-3WzGCw7nP9vtMTHglS8FnzD_vJcrsK_aBPmghWElOWcNviO1T_nuFoWyg/s1600-h/moi!.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieqBK4VwN5HrK5zc1gP7NAMeY0hOVtP5D9kgzEFkzLjWUtv31f7vzsgwku5o9t7fnxOvdcYE_z4-zb-3WzGCw7nP9vtMTHglS8FnzD_vJcrsK_aBPmghWElOWcNviO1T_nuFoWyg/s400/moi!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189687819847934610" /></a>MusicManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-65042626953308452502008-03-05T12:56:00.004+05:302008-12-11T09:23:22.463+05:30The Little Master<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSXuaXopKp9QUh_MLAtWwsA7H9k10M-ZO3VSWqIqrMz8PkIT0mczark4LyeK-5-I63D7XkmQDdyeIfev_taXbsdNmLwcwqLjdWzmh8As0LGEqwDuI2_fuT8si6kW1DLqvsY_X06g/s1600-h/st.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSXuaXopKp9QUh_MLAtWwsA7H9k10M-ZO3VSWqIqrMz8PkIT0mczark4LyeK-5-I63D7XkmQDdyeIfev_taXbsdNmLwcwqLjdWzmh8As0LGEqwDuI2_fuT8si6kW1DLqvsY_X06g/s400/st.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174155813359630722" /></a><br /><br /><br />The day you see a batsman see the ball TILL it passes by him at the speed of a bowler of bret lee's pace....you have found someone who can match our own Little Master! Till then, make yourself happy by comparing all the so called 'greats' of the game!<br /><br />To see the ball till it is beside your face, and steer it above the keeper and slips', needs years of sheer concentration, practice and above all skill to accomplish it!<br /><br />All hail Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar!!!!MusicManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-35055982384343189302008-01-29T12:44:00.000+05:302008-01-29T12:48:00.760+05:30Kannada rap / hip hop ..name it what you want!http://rapidshare.com/files/87473236/Kannada_UrbanLads_5-_Just_MIssu.mp3.html<br /><br />It's fresh, creative and kickass sooper funny!MusicManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-42628811441834866852008-01-28T12:32:00.000+05:302008-01-28T12:38:07.072+05:30So here we four friends were....Sitting at the to-be bride's place (IF all things work out obviously). No, not mine. Out of the four of us, the youngest guy's to-be! Youngest maybe a fact, but he's 27 so no kid.<br /><br />It all started the day before yesterday. Things were looking the nothing new, normal theory based talks between the protagonist and his parents. Let's call him S Bannur or SB. After his parents explained to him that 'beta, tera number aagaya', he said 'Yea, whatever..fine'. So SB's parents asked me and a couple of other common friends to accompany him as he's not the 'YO! SSUP DOOOD!' kinds. Not that any of us are...but birds of the same feather kinds. So I said fine, will go with him. SB's mom asked her beloved son...'Will you actually talk to the girl beta?', to which his daddy dearest replied 'Yea yea..For all you know, he will keep his mouth shut and just eat whatever he gets and will be back!' harharhar! Come to think of it..... ;)<br /><br />Arrival. The person who was arranging the alliance was in a hurry. So once we barely parked our arses on the sofa, all four of us...he comes up with 'Call the bride'. When he uttered the line, I could only think of 'D-uh!'!. So the bride took her time to get ready, while her father said 'It's sunday you see, so ppl get up late etc..' He told it SO many times we started wondering if he thought we don't know it's a sunday! Finally the one arrived and got tumblers with something. We all thought 'Nice, some kinda juice. Goodie!' It was water. Time passed.... The TV was on, cricket. Barely any volume given. All four of us being cricket lovers, we stared at it. Time just didn't pass...the bowler seemed to take forever to get back to his run up and bowl the next delivery! We couldn't even stare at each other as we didn't have too much space. So more or less very uncomfortable. Bride comes again...this time with a couple of good day biscuits and 'chow-chow' / mixture ...It was like a classroom, albeit a VERY well disciplined one. Pin drop silence..broken only by the crunching and munching of the eatables given. Nobody seemed to see the awkwardness....happy watching tv with mouth full. None of us even looked at the prospective bride! Grin! Only a couple of conversation between one of the elder brothers of the girl and our man.<br /><br />Fifteen minutes up...status quo. I was irritated....controlling my irritation......started counting one to ten..Did it a few times. Something in my mind just 'clicked'. I said 'SB here is more of a reserved person. So please ask your daughter if she's okay while we will get SB's opinion on the same'. I could see everybody staring at me! Then out of the blue, the dad who hardly spoke, said 'putta, come here'. The bride to-be finally came out of the kitchen and sat in the hall. Small talk continued, with the girl's dad talking about how IT has helped many a lakh of ppl especially in bangalore to get a job, to which I nodded and said it also made the value of land become illogical, to which he nodded and went on a nostalgia trip saying at first when he joined the government sector company where he worked, his salary was Rs.90/-, to which I said the water bill we get today is more than that! Finally, he asked if we wanted to talk to the girl or rather if the guy wanted to. The alliance arranger (hey, this sounds like a a new nice term! :) ) said 'No sir, nothing. We will get going now'. We all just nodded, got out.<br /><br />The protagonist said 'Yes' and now the next round of bout will start very soon.MusicManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-43170532654032830252007-12-04T10:03:00.001+05:302007-12-04T10:06:39.974+05:30dreams.......part twoScene 1 : Elder brother's bitten on the leg by a highly venomous snake which isn't very 'small'. Bro collapses. I take my bike out to take him to the hospital. My cousin comes in his car. I ask him, 'A snake has bit my bro! Let's take him to the hospital right away!'. I don't really remember what my cousin said, but apparently he couldn't take us to the hospital in his car.<br />CUT!<br />Scene 2 : My younger bro walks in with his girlfriend. (This happens between the time that I realize the snake has bitten my bro and I take my bike out). They see what's happening around, and just go and both start reading some books.<br />CUT!<br />Scene 3 : I am going to go out the front door and take my bike out. Snake at my feet. Hisssssssssssssssss! I say something which in snake language meant 'Bite me!'. (ROFL!) So the snake did just that. He bit me and how! This one was a very tiny one though. After a few seconds, the snake just vanishes.......into my feet! Almost a minute passes, and I can feel a bump in my left buttocks.<br />CUT!<br />I woke up and started rubbing my left buttocks!MusicManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-65631437039819783642007-11-07T14:02:00.000+05:302007-11-07T14:09:57.519+05:30Not sure I understand........<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >This number is like me singing ...........at this point of time in mah life.........<br /><br /></span> <p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Come on hold my hand,<br />I wanna contact the living.<br />Not sure I understand,<br />This role I’ve been given.<br /><br />I sit and talk to god<br />And he just laughs at my plans,<br />My head speaks a language, I don’t understand.<br /><br />(chorus)<br />I just wanna feel real love,<br />Feel the home that I live in.<br />’cause I got too much life,<br />Running through my veins, going to waste.<br /><br />I don’t wanna die,<br />But I ain’t keen on living either.<br />Before I fall in love,<br />I’m preparing to leave her.<br />I scare myself to death,<br />That’s why I keep on running.<br />Before I’ve arrived, I can see myself coming.<br /><br />(chorus)<br />I just wanna feel real love,<br />Feel the home that I live in.<br />’cause I got too much life,<br />Running through my veins, going to waste.<br /><br />And I need to feel, real love<br />And a life ever after.<br />I cannot get enough.<br /><br />(instrumental)<br /><br />(chorus)<br />I just wanna feel real love,<br />Feel the home that I live in,<br />I got too much love,<br />Running through my veins, going to waste.<br /><br />I just wanna feel real love,<br />In a life ever after<br />There’s a hole in my soul,<br />You can see it in my face, it’s a real big place.<br /><br />(instrumental)<br /><br />Come and hold my hand,<br />I wanna contact the living,<br />Not sure I understand,<br />This role I’ve been given<br /><br />Not sure I understand.<br />Not sure I understand.<br />Not sure I understand.<br />Not sure I understand........................<br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--></span>Talk about going overboard with something! Harharharhar!</span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Rest aside, bought mom what she needed for home as a b'day present to her and bought the complete Calvin n Hobbes leather binded edition of three books as a b'day present for my best budd........yet to part ways with CnH ! :D<br /></span></p>MusicManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-18821797989293145242007-10-30T11:55:00.001+05:302007-10-30T11:55:39.307+05:30Yoon shabnami.................<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">It's here...........finally...................I feel the absence of 'love' in life. I badly want to be in love, but not in love with the word...if ya know what I mean. The absence of that special someone is starting to hurt. I now realize that although I did want to be (in love) long ago, I really didn't realize I would end up feeling needy for it! I also realized am a die hard romantic!! For one, I never thought I would end up saying these lines! Strange..........</span>MusicManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-15905618826413163072007-09-18T14:54:00.001+05:302008-07-11T11:23:15.907+05:30What do you think?http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Indians_good_for_cheap_roadside_garage/articleshow/1716374.cms<br /><br />Thoughts...........<br /><br />If the page fails to open, here it is :<br /><br />TORONTO: I agree with this article about the India-China comparison. What really annoys me is that we in India have 10 MBAs/managers/business persons for one person that does the real work. (The ratio is supposed to be opposite.) How many people go into research as opposed to becoming paper pushers?<br /><br />We are capable of having our own software companies that could design software and call it their own product. Instead, we have consulting services like TCS, Infosys, and Wipro that do work for others. What we do is similar to running a cheap roadside garage rather than designing and manufacturing a car.<br /><br />This attitude extends everywhere. We have four sports officials for every athlete (I am not talking about cricket.) besides the fact that we won't win a single medal in the Olympics for next 5 Olympics in track and field. On the other hand, China is tipped to overtake US in medals tally in the upcoming Beijing Olympics. In the mean time we can spend time gloating about our "glorious 5000 year old culture and civilization" which by the way no longer exists. May be I should put a few more zeros after 5000 and new airports and roads will start popping up automatically.<br /><br />Honda did not gain its reputation over night. They made substandard cars for many years. But they were independent, with their own design and research. It is all about self respect and less about business. We on the other hand are so business and money minded that we won't go that extra effort to do it on our own. We don't mind spending billions of dollars buying up foreign companies and not spend anything to fix up the broken infrastructure at home. We don't mind our graduates taking up dead end jobs in call centres.<br /><br />In fact we feel proud about it instead of feeling ashamed. We feel proud about our generic drug manufacturing capability which really is copying existing drugs that some one else designed (In Mumbai lingo, it is called Ulhasnagar goods.) and we are proud of it.<br /><br />As for the infrastructure, we don't have any. We complain about high fuel prices but then we see our vehicles move at an average speed of 2km/hr on our city streets. This is after 10-12 years of liberalization. If it can't be done in 10 years it means we are not capable of doing it. There are no excuses for crippled infrastructure after 10 years of "liberalization".<br /><br />Even the Soviet countries had a better infrastructure after the collapse of Soviet Union. When I read the economic supplements of the news papers, I feel like I am living in the most advanced country in the world. I only need to walk out of my home on the pot holed streets with no sewage on the road, people defecating and urinating in public, no traffic lights, to see the harsh reality.<br /><br />We have power cuts in most our major cities. We have new aircrafts flying on domestic routes but no new airports, no new runways, no new air traffic control, no new maintenance facilities, no new schools to train new ground engineers and pilots. All the new airline businesses are busy making money while these things go unaddressed.<br /><br />As for the environment in India, it is disaster of vast proportions unfolding as we speak. We need to use small inefficient air conditioning units because our middle class house holds want to keep their cool with the extra spend able income, without thinking about the cheap gases that go into those units that damage the environment.<br /><br />We are learning how to make petrol driven vehicles when the rest of world is looking for alternative fuels and technology to replace the fossil fuel driven machines. Mumbai today is amongst the top 10 most expensive cities to run business in. Where does it feature in the list of cities by infrastructure? We can start looking from bottom up.<br /><br />But then again, India is a land of contrasts. We have the coldest glaciers and the hottest deserts and I am proud of it. Unfortunately that contrast also applies to wealth, business, economy and certain other things which I am not proud of and no one in the right state of mind should be.MusicManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-44217023743482873692007-08-23T10:06:00.000+05:302007-08-23T11:25:35.701+05:30LoveFor me, this is one of THE most romantically inclined sad songs!<br /><br />We both lie silently still<br />In the dead of the night<br />Although we both lie close together<br />We feel miles apart inside<br /><br />Was it something I said or something I did<br />Did my words not come out right<br />Though I tried not to hurt you<br />Though I tried<br />But I guess thats why they say<br /><br />Chorus:<br />Every rose has its thorn<br />Just like every night has its dawn<br />Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song<br />Every rose has its thorn<br /><br />Yeah it does<br /><br />I listen to our favorite song<br />Playing on the radio<br />Hear the dj say loves a game of easy come and<br />Easy go<br />But I wonder does he know<br />Has he ever felt like this<br />And I know that you'd be here right now<br />If I could have let you know somehow<br />I guess<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />Though its been a while now<br />I can still feel so much pain<br />Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals<br />But the scar, that scar remains<br /><br />Solo<br /><br />I know I could have saved a love that night<br />If Id known what to say<br />Instead of makin love<br />We both made our separate ways<br /><br />But now I hear you found somebody new<br />And that I never meant that much to you<br />To hear that tears me up inside<br />And to see you cuts me like a knife<br />I guess<br /><br /><br />What is love? - The eternal journey you can indulge into if you are the kind or ....... if you are SO bored in life!<br />Sometimes, I think............ when two people understand each other, know each other to a very large extent and can bear each other, it may turn into love. Cliche, you say? Let me try to dive inside a li'l now.........<br />a) Understand = Know like and dislikes.<br />b) Know each other = Know each other's goal(s) in life, career or otherwise.<br />c) Bear each other = This is a li'l tricky. You don't have to have common interests to fall in love. Sometimes common interest(s) attracts people. Sometimes, contrasting characters attract, aka opposite poles.<br /><br />The real question is this : Is love just all of the above? Is there more which CAN be put into words? I wonder............MusicManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-74871484191862067692007-08-20T11:41:00.000+05:302007-08-20T11:45:08.334+05:30Turn turn turn...........<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">To everything (turn, turn, turn)</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">There is a season (turn, turn, turn)</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">And a time for every purpose, under heaven</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">A time to be born, a time to die</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">A time to plant, a time to reap</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">A time to kill, a time to heal</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">A time to laugh, a time to weep</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">To everything (turn, turn, turn)</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">There is a season (turn, turn, turn)</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">And a time for every purpose, under heaven</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">A time to build up,a time to break down</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">A time to dance, a time to mourn</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">To everything (turn, turn, turn)</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">There is a season (turn, turn, turn)</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">And a time for every purpose, under heaven</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">A time of love, a time of hate</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">A time of war, a time of peace</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">To everything (turn, turn, turn)</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">There is a season (turn, turn, turn)</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">And a time for every purpose, under heaven</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">A time to gain, a time to lose</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">A time to rend, a time to sew</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">A time to love, a time to hate</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">A time for peace, I swear its not too late<br /><br />A friend of mine had the below adviced by his doc :<br />1. Reduce smoking.<br />2. Stop drinking coffee AND tea.<br />3. Don't strain your body.<br />4. Don't exercise too much.<br /><br />What do ya have to say to this now?<br /></span>MusicManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-29254315183104398622007-07-26T09:55:00.000+05:302007-07-26T09:59:50.201+05:30RGV ki aag!RGV - <a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/45088212/RGV-Main_theme.mp3.html" target="_blank">http://rapidshare.com/files/45088212/RGV-Main_theme.mp3.html</a><br /><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/45088343/RGV-Babban.mp3.html" target="_blank">Babban : http://rapidshare.com/files/45088343/RGV-Babban.mp3.html</a><br /><br />I got goosebumps the first time I heard 'em! Amar Mohile rocks!MusicManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-19875701049258892302007-07-05T10:51:00.000+05:302007-07-05T10:52:16.085+05:30hmm..................talk about dilemmas' in life! What do you do when you are between a rock and a hard place? Is the rock harder or is the hard place harder? No pun intended! ROFL! Well, I've made a decision which I wanted to, which I should've taken say at LEAST a couple of years ago. Talking to ppl who know you better always helps. Although am the one at the giving end as far as advice is concerned, I needed an 'assurance' because there are some things in life which you know you need to do, but hearing it from someone you trust makes a difference. It's more like driving home the point albeit you knew it all the time. Can't say 'hope for the best' as that phase of life is over, so just plain good ol' hard work and loads of work for the grey cell matter left. This is the first time the word 'responsibility' has struck a chord. Did I just get over my puberty phase? :)<br /><br />Did I mention I was talking about a career?<br /><br />I want to get back to writing. NOW I can say 'Hope I can!'.<br /><br />Alvida for now.MusicManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-83441602468108656372007-05-10T10:15:00.000+05:302008-12-11T09:23:22.713+05:30My motto in life!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyqiXEfWt4NcURPWFoq5wZthfdQJ-Zpdp4nvOpDIMDU5qrQoyQVe64j4InUmQZ0bpKxbjG8iIVlalcfBF0fXUbmZtbbUmQQ9VI6dOog3mp4gY8CJin4i4ik9NOJ7hD5ivoCEXZ-g/s1600-h/coffeecr3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyqiXEfWt4NcURPWFoq5wZthfdQJ-Zpdp4nvOpDIMDU5qrQoyQVe64j4InUmQZ0bpKxbjG8iIVlalcfBF0fXUbmZtbbUmQQ9VI6dOog3mp4gY8CJin4i4ik9NOJ7hD5ivoCEXZ-g/s320/coffeecr3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062788775570605746" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="insertedphoto">Ain't that what a lot of ppl like? Am just one more!</span>MusicManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-28419025083307149052007-05-04T13:14:00.000+05:302007-05-04T13:21:31.750+05:30Please stand up........We all are capable of discussing issues, finding 'solutions' for them, detect new issues/problems in the society etc. Here I am, just one more earthling with no identity for existence. But the below are the things very few people would actually do instead of discuss it. These little things just go to show we are all human and there are people and their act needs to be applauded to no end. How many educated and people who are financially viable in life would actually do this?<br /><br /><div class="creditext"> By IBNlive.com </div> <div class="creddate"> <b>Thursday May 3, 12:58 AM</b> </div> <b>Ghaziabad:</b> She may be just six days old, but Shradha has the entire Pathak household enthralled.<br /><br />She was abandoned near a garbage dump in Ghaziabad, where 22-year-old Kalpna found her struggling for life. And Kalpna instantly decided to adopt the child.<br /><br />"I am unmarried so my brother and sister-in-law will give her their name," says Kalpna.<br /><br />Kalpna might not be the legal parent, but that doesnt bother her for she has the full support of her family.<br /><br />Says her mother, Rameshwari Pathak, "People are talking, they like to rake up issues, but inspite of everything, we have decided to keep the baby."<br /><br />For Kalpna, who is a final year student, this has been a life-altering experience.<br /><br />"Earlier I used to behave like the kid of the house. Now I spend all my time with the baby," says she.<br /><br />Kalpna is the only girl in a family of four brothers and right now Shradha is more a female companion than a daughter, but she is confident that she will never regret her decision.<br /><br />"People's support is a great source of strength for me," says she.<br /><br />Shradha might be a bundle of joy but she's also a huge responsibility. Registration of birth, legalities of a formal adoption all have to be taken care of, but despite everything, she is a happy responsibility for the Pathak family.MusicManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-53491251177200216242007-04-17T11:46:00.000+05:302007-04-17T12:31:19.075+05:30Downtown.....<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">There was this short film on star one yest night. Somehow I always trip on these.I think it was a very well made one! I cant remember the whole thing to narrate. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> A background of a tall building............birds flying off from the building.........music includes flute with a mellow tune....can make you feel a range of emotions. All that needs is a change in the pitch of the instrument which is prominent in the background music. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> The film was nothing out of the ordinary as far as the theme goes. There's this plump kid in this art class. Enter : A new girl with long kaale ghane baal! The prankster is in bench one. Our hero is in the last , sulking. But attraction at first sight (not love, the movie is about kids) so every guy in the class is looking. The prankster asks fatso to close his mouth. The rest of the movie is well scripted with not so boring incidents and their narration was kickass. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Latest number am tripping on :</span> <br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 85);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" > When you're alone and life is making you lonely<br />You can always go - downtown<br />When you've got worries, all the noise and the hurry<br />Seems to help, I know - downtown<br />Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city<br />Linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty<br />How can you lose?<br /><br />The lights are much brighter there<br />You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares<br />So go downtown, things'll be great when you're<br />Downtown - no finer place, for sure<br />Downtown - everything's waiting for you<br /><br />Don't hang around and let your problems surround you<br />There are movie shows - downtown<br />Maybe you know some little places to go to<br />Where they never close - downtown<br />Just listen to the rhythm of a gentle bossa nova<br />You'll be dancing with him too before the night is over<br />Happy again<br /><br />The lights are much brighter there<br />You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares<br />So go downtown, where all the lights are bright<br />Downtown - waiting for you tonight<br />Downtown - you're gonna be all right now<br /><br />[Instrumental break]<br /><br />And you may find somebody kind to help and understand you<br />Someone who is just like you and needs a gentle hand to<br />Guide them along<br /><br />So maybe I'll see you there<br />We can forget all our troubles, forget all our cares<br />So go downtown, things'll be great when you're<br />Downtown - don't wait a minute for<br />Downtown - everything's waiting for you<br /><br />Downtown, downtown, downtown, downtown ...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ApVX2eoQdJQ&mode=related&search=">Emma bunton - Downtown</a><br /><br /></span><br /></span>MusicManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-20401741346097253382007-03-13T15:42:00.000+05:302007-03-13T15:44:57.235+05:30Funny video - Kannada<span style="font-size:180%;"><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-4967284950548391555&pr=goog-sl">Bhaagyaada Lakshmi Baaramma</a><br /><br />Click the link above.<br /></span>MusicManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-57673028262100914152007-03-11T10:08:00.000+05:302007-03-11T10:11:22.893+05:30BackBack from my hiatus. It was soooooooooooooooo relaxing to just eat , sleep n not involve yourself into any kinda 'activity'! Woohoo!<br />THINK I may have overdone it a leeeeeeeetle bit though. :D<br /><br />In other words, in the past few months, I would say I promoted a helluva bollywood 'blockbusters', improve the financial status of the snooker parlour. mmmmm...........trying hard to think what else I did..........can't think of anything else. :D oh yea, abused the net a lot!<br /><br />Info : http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0066011/<br /><br />The character of Jennifer Cavalleri has been brutally murdered in the movie. They have made her just 'arrogant' and a 'one liner gal' and not the LEAST bit resembling the intriguing character in the book by Erich Segal. Just another proof that books can never be made into movies. Never mind the budget, actors, crew. It just isn't possible.<br /><br />Too much..........stress..........fingers..........need..........rest...........................<br /><br />Did I mention I have been/am jobless?MusicManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-50205631315852949782007-01-24T15:49:00.000+05:302008-12-11T09:23:23.649+05:30Images captured from my cell phone, Sony ericsson W810i<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuCevge7Qk_PCCZ5stEIb9ItxF19f7-PxwvBN2Qqv7M3sMuZxcsJr5jIEs91SPxmileIKMRkzQ8vEMl5qaUVpjR15w8ARrX7hKpjBnck9UWlW7LgDh_Aw5OZq7t4LcBIQ6p1Lt8w/s1600-h/DSC03942.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuCevge7Qk_PCCZ5stEIb9ItxF19f7-PxwvBN2Qqv7M3sMuZxcsJr5jIEs91SPxmileIKMRkzQ8vEMl5qaUVpjR15w8ARrX7hKpjBnck9UWlW7LgDh_Aw5OZq7t4LcBIQ6p1Lt8w/s320/DSC03942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041088072732357602" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_lAaxa8JP7n0EdIvcspq3Hc6gbgCsLveasD1_WtIVRL0mfGFKQLdBB3QBSyHGXjoYtOcXyFOVjBkgSGI7TMqfSU4oRdULz0eSAxuge6e_E8hybONzokxcmVlHBEF573VMP68uyw/s1600-h/DSC03842.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_lAaxa8JP7n0EdIvcspq3Hc6gbgCsLveasD1_WtIVRL0mfGFKQLdBB3QBSyHGXjoYtOcXyFOVjBkgSGI7TMqfSU4oRdULz0eSAxuge6e_E8hybONzokxcmVlHBEF573VMP68uyw/s320/DSC03842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023543840243329378" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY9x7DZIuLfsy8uA5vPuOeUf60dZFQnhiXkb7g5ezD936oMpAmlCOTDSha4t30xgwLvjkoa38xNd1R9fwh5p51WG8HNeu_kisrVMfaKoqR5NeZ_kf4Q5vF4Z6NXeCPDKQ4-F29xA/s1600-h/DSC03841.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY9x7DZIuLfsy8uA5vPuOeUf60dZFQnhiXkb7g5ezD936oMpAmlCOTDSha4t30xgwLvjkoa38xNd1R9fwh5p51WG8HNeu_kisrVMfaKoqR5NeZ_kf4Q5vF4Z6NXeCPDKQ4-F29xA/s320/DSC03841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023543835948362066" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Calvin.Hobbes/My%20Documents/DSC03942.JPG" alt="" /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4qlJPT-vrAwk-Nxy2Hf5mQDP_1F9BEaI6VC9MoBGT7Kz5klBRBIbXpopul5TrEvrXLvcfgAyNkGiZ43jDVudsJUNG6g_pSq6H4-gY3rQTBHOlan8Pi7eIRrGg8dB9PRQBn3AvJQ/s1600-h/DSC03988.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4qlJPT-vrAwk-Nxy2Hf5mQDP_1F9BEaI6VC9MoBGT7Kz5klBRBIbXpopul5TrEvrXLvcfgAyNkGiZ43jDVudsJUNG6g_pSq6H4-gY3rQTBHOlan8Pi7eIRrGg8dB9PRQBn3AvJQ/s320/DSC03988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023543853128231298" border="0" /></a>MusicManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-56439991036407684952007-01-17T13:39:00.000+05:302007-01-17T13:41:30.574+05:30Mr. and Mrs. Abhishek Bachchan!This was an article I read on the web and it mirrors my perspective!<br /><br /><div class="ContributeStoryLine" id="ctl00_MSNCMSMasterContent1_ArticlePresentation_ContributeStory"> <div class="ContributeCount"><b><br /></b></div></div> <div class="showit" id="ArticleText1">I cannot disregard the pinch I felt in my heart when I switched on the television. The headline said, "It's Official!" while the visuals showed Ash and AB Jr arm in arm. A skeptic fan, I told myself that perhaps they have confessed their love in front of the media...but I was in for a surprise! The 'official' notice was that the couple was engaged to be married. And who better than AB Sr. himself confirming the report on all news channels? As I swapped channels to update myself with the latest, I kept asking what made Abhishek go for Aishwarya? I mean, they don't even sizzle on camera? Aishwarya's plastic Barbie-doll look doesn’t match up to Abhishek's raw yet vulnerable persona. One is out going and fun, the other only politically correct. While I kept musing over my feelings, I wondered what the couple was thinking. I don’t know about Abhishek, but I assume Aishwarya must have felt like winning another crown! All the best to (the soon-to-be) Mrs. Bachchan. I hope you are able to shoulder the responsibility of being the 'bahu' of the first family of Indian Cinema! </div>MusicManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-1163879213183654172006-11-19T01:04:00.000+05:302006-11-19T01:15:13.513+05:30Make your own kind of music........<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;">Well, tis been a while...............since I used the communication media of the net to kill time. Life's a blur for me at the moment................Hopefully am headed the way I wanna head. Time will tell whether I have a head with grey cell area! lol! Neways, here's the latest song that I've been tripppppppppppping on....it's just simply awefockingsome! Suits my mood fer the moment too. Actually, come to think of it....it suits ME.<br /><br />Oh n btw..........Remember Richard (Monica's guy at one time from FRIENDS) had a 'twinkie in the city' , who was actually Maanica(this is fer ya cleo) , I just have mine I guess. ROFLMAO!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;">*************************************************</span><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;">Nobody can tell ya;</span><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"> There's only one song worth singin'.</span><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"> They may try and sell ya,</span><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"> 'cause it hangs them up</span><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"> to see somone like you.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"> But you've gotta</span><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"> make your own kind of music </span><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"> sing your own special song,</span><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"> make your own kind of music </span><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"> even if nobody else sing along.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"> So if you cannot take my hand,</span><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"> and if you must be goin',</span><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"> I will understand.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"> You're gonna be knowing</span><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"> the loneliest kind of lonely.</span><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"> It may be rough goin',</span><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"> just to do your thing's</span><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"> the hardest thing to do.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"> But you've gotta</span><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"> make your own kind of music</span><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"> sing your own special song,</span><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"> make your own kind of music </span><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"> even if nobody else sings along.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"> So if you cannot take my hand,</span><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"> and if you must be goin',</span><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"> I will understand.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"> You gotta </span><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"> make your own kind of music</span><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"> sing your own special song,</span><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"> make your own kind of music </span><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"> even if nobody else sings along.</span><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;">*********************************************</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:comic sans ms;">If anybody wants it, then :</span><br /><br /></span><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/3894271/Mamas___Papas_-_Make_Your_Own_Kind_Of_Music.mp3.html" target="_blank">http://rapidshare.com/files/3894271/Mamas___Papas_-_Make_Your_Own_Kind_Of_Music.mp3.html</a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /> </span>MusicManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24788075.post-1162377656897098532006-11-01T16:07:00.000+05:302006-11-01T16:10:56.906+05:30B'day!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6723/2576/1600/Picture%20009.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6723/2576/320/Picture%20009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />It was mom's b'day yest. Had fun. Around twenty of her friends had come home. After a long time we actually celebrated someone's bday at home!MusicManiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822411732293878231noreply@blogger.com3