<?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-15620366</id><updated>2011-11-13T05:07:46.993Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-5282563870393600553</id><published>2011-11-13T04:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-13T04:15:56.685Z</updated><title type='text'>Fatherhood knocking !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes.....its official, I have entered Fatherhood !! from dude to a dad as my friend told me....its pretty exciting for now, just that I have to sleep in the living room :( &lt;div&gt;All said and done, me and Su are all buckled up to take the parenting ride and make a man out of our child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This here is our baby :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a65UraFG9qo/Tr9EbJ2ANVI/AAAAAAAAExU/YiAD4R8-hz0/s320/WakeUp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674329288799696210" /&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/15620366-5282563870393600553?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/5282563870393600553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=5282563870393600553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/5282563870393600553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/5282563870393600553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2011/11/fatherhood-knocking.html' title='Fatherhood knocking !!'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a65UraFG9qo/Tr9EbJ2ANVI/AAAAAAAAExU/YiAD4R8-hz0/s72-c/WakeUp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-5792903091723436936</id><published>2011-07-06T07:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T16:04:42.587+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangalore city...what a pity !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Bangalore - A garden city to a city of compromises for the common man, the helpless feeling just keeps rising by the day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Limitless property rates. &lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Illegal cutting of trees. &lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Unjustified Inflation. &lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Cheating Petrol bunk operators.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Atrocious tantrums and bullying by politicians.&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 3"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Arrogant and money looting corporation workers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Never ending infrastructure problems and sudden road blocks.&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Badly maintained lakes and neglected parks. &lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Inefficient law enforcement. &lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 6"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Unregulated Education fee policies, from kindergarten to Graduation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So come to think of it...what do we have in our control? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;We just need to shut up and take all of it or get abused for trying to do the right thing…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Bangalore city….what a pity !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-5792903091723436936?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/5792903091723436936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=5792903091723436936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/5792903091723436936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/5792903091723436936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2011/07/bangalore-citywhat-pity.html' title='Bangalore city...what a pity !!'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-986975439015287376</id><published>2011-07-04T08:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T08:53:19.611+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All's well in babyland !!</title><content type='html'>Woohooooo !! ..... an adorable head, a cute pair of tiny fingers, tiny pretty toes and the lovely shape of a new born child in the ultrasound monitor kept me and su  smiling all day long !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A truly wonderful experience....Its funny how all those apprehensions of parenting disappears once you look at life taking shape for the little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all buckled up and waiting now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-986975439015287376?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/986975439015287376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=986975439015287376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/986975439015287376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/986975439015287376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2011/07/alls-well-in-babyland.html' title='All&apos;s well in babyland !!'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-7917101784486022496</id><published>2011-06-30T05:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T06:09:58.567+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes ... Im alive !!</title><content type='html'>Hey there.....yup im alive !! :) , if you wondered where I disappeared...well here I am.&lt;br /&gt;Life has come a long way from where I left off my last post in 2009 here, am happily married and loving every bit of happiness life has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work wise, I moved into a company called Target Corporation and have successfully finished a year here.....somehow I feel a very strong positive vibe here, looks like this job is gonna help me get to the next level and help me realize my dream...lets see !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the personal front, me and Su are expecting :) .....yup, that's right. November is the due date. We're crazy excited about the new chapter in our lives and looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;Su's due for a full anomaly scan this weekend...so will keep u guys posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable moment, was when we first heard our kid's heart beat in the dopler device, it brought a smile to me and a tear to su's cute smiling face. It was timeless !! There are moments in everyone's life that they would love to freeze in time and store it in the museum of personal memories, this was one of the many I've encountered and will in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-7917101784486022496?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/7917101784486022496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=7917101784486022496' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/7917101784486022496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/7917101784486022496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2011/06/yes-im-alive.html' title='Yes ... Im alive !!'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-1081004239871029072</id><published>2009-01-07T07:34:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:49:55.348Z</updated><title type='text'>U Turn !!</title><content type='html'>Phew !!!. . . after the roller coaster ride . . i'm finally feeling a sense of relief . . life isn't that bad to anyone after all. . . :)&lt;br /&gt;Good News First:&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in Bangalore . . back to my old Job. . in a better role . . on a better pay package !! :) and enjoying every bit of it. . I feel like a grown up finding all his childhood toys. . . the feeling is priceless. . .&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering why &amp;amp; when all this happened? it just did . . UK was not what I thought of it to be .  .  . have had a few painful experiences and it definitely didn't offer what I was looking for. . .So, Here I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bad News:&lt;br /&gt;I got the timing all wrong this time and perhaps I wasn't fully prepared to take what I took.  I had to put my Overseas dream behind me and accept that I had failed to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say History Repeats because Man never learns . . well, in my case History did repeat cause I learnt :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-1081004239871029072?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1081004239871029072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=1081004239871029072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/1081004239871029072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/1081004239871029072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2009/01/u-turn.html' title='U Turn !!'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-6521367331656691799</id><published>2008-10-28T15:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-28T15:48:04.895Z</updated><title type='text'>What do I say?</title><content type='html'>There are times, when you really don wanna wake up in the morning...n times u felt u never slept....what happens when you're stuck in between??.....I'm going through one of those days.....not one but many, for those who're wondering why I'm sounding depressing when im supposed to be living a dream??....the title's for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-6521367331656691799?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/6521367331656691799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=6521367331656691799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/6521367331656691799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/6521367331656691799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-do-i-say.html' title='What do I say?'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-7300260370612295964</id><published>2008-10-12T00:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:28:14.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On my mark . . .</title><content type='html'>Just about a step away from starting my first job here....was busy with all the shifting. Luckily got myself a decent place to stay and an easy 15 min walk to my office.&lt;div&gt;I see a drastic difference in the lifestyle of people here in Nottingham as against the " I'm busy ", " dont bother me mister" tags written over the foreheads of the people in London. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems like life has changed overnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can still remember, just a couple of weeks back, I was sulking in bed uncertain about my future and wondering if all this made sense, it definitely does now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have even started cooking officially :) ....after all the fuss, I got my hands dirty!!...and it was not a bad start at all, atleast i didnt blow up the house. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully my jobless days are over :)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-7300260370612295964?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/7300260370612295964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=7300260370612295964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/7300260370612295964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/7300260370612295964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-my-mark.html' title='On my mark . . .'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-298553247699907197</id><published>2008-10-03T01:23:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T01:53:11.532+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Made it !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;"When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SOVs2O8Kq9I/AAAAAAAACTY/XqAPLzbivNY/s1600-h/1187441318_1317_1024_768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SOVs2O8Kq9I/AAAAAAAACTY/XqAPLzbivNY/s320/1187441318_1317_1024_768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252724219376741330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Phew !!....was hanging on to the rope for quite sometime now. .and just when I thought I was gonna lose the strength to hold on anymore. . .  :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;*Surprise!!*  *Surprise !!* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I got hired in a company in Nottingham.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I'm starting work on the 13th of October, 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Life's never been this crazy, in the last couple of months have gone through a whole wacky range of mood swings....and most of them are ones that I would never wanna see again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I'm all excited !! to know, how its gonna be working overseas. . . can't wait to start work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Thanks to all those million prayers my folks, wife and friends did back home :). . guess the Almighty did a "Reply All" on all of 'em :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Boy!!!!  Just the feeling of knowing there are people out there wanting the best things for you is such a fulfilling feeling. . . makes life worthwhile. . . every micro second of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-298553247699907197?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/298553247699907197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=298553247699907197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/298553247699907197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/298553247699907197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/10/made-it.html' title='Made it !!'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SOVs2O8Kq9I/AAAAAAAACTY/XqAPLzbivNY/s72-c/1187441318_1317_1024_768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-3430097127302063439</id><published>2008-09-26T15:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T16:13:51.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyber Birthday !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"Technology has come a looooooong way" is what my dad always says, given hez seen days when electricity was a luxury... and a Computer was a big huge machine used for making simple mathematical calculations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the title reads.....My amma had a cyber Bday today.... I was on cam from here and my lovely family online from home and we cut the cake just like one small Happy family :)....I'm so thankful to GOD for the lovely parents I have and a caring n crazily understanding wifey :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pics ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SNzvS_N8FLI/AAAAAAAACS4/YxeUqOIKzKA/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+31.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SNzvS_N8FLI/AAAAAAAACS4/YxeUqOIKzKA/s400/Video+call+snapshot+31.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250334375093736626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Bday Girl "Amma"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SNzvTNZIB7I/AAAAAAAACTA/qg6XIHBbL54/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+32.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SNzvTNZIB7I/AAAAAAAACTA/qg6XIHBbL54/s400/Video+call+snapshot+32.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250334378898753458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                        Amma with wifey                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SNzvTUeuo0I/AAAAAAAACTI/S8qpCpOSF-Y/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+72.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SNzvTUeuo0I/AAAAAAAACTI/S8qpCpOSF-Y/s400/Video+call+snapshot+72.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250334380801303362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daughter-in-law getting her chance to impress her mother-in-law&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SNzvTf6rI1I/AAAAAAAACTQ/7qhvCELPZUM/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+71.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SNzvTf6rI1I/AAAAAAAACTQ/7qhvCELPZUM/s400/Video+call+snapshot+71.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250334383871304530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awesome twosome :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was a wonderful experience, one which brings a lotta mixed reactions. Feel very happy that we were all able to celebrate it together....but miss home a lot :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;funnily though, if I was in India, it probably wouldnt have been this exciting, we'll all remember this day for a long time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well....my day was worthwhile today...made my parents really happy and just waiting for my day to come, so that I can tell them something they would really be proud of and jump with joy.....hoping against hope :)&lt;br /&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/15620366-3430097127302063439?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/3430097127302063439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=3430097127302063439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/3430097127302063439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/3430097127302063439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/09/cyber-birthday.html' title='Cyber Birthday !!'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SNzvS_N8FLI/AAAAAAAACS4/YxeUqOIKzKA/s72-c/Video+call+snapshot+31.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-1044898381044242897</id><published>2008-09-16T22:26:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:19:18.885+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking to "You" . . .</title><content type='html'>How often do we talk to ourselves? &lt;div&gt;I've been doing a lot of it off late. . . is it the luxury of time I have?? or Is it because I'm  alone. . and in need of something to reassure myself that I'm doing things the right way? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the chaotic world we live in, this is supposed to be a sure sign of mental illness. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I CRAZY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this is what I found:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The act of talking to ourselves, is actually a sign that we are self-aware and that we seek insight into our own actions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talking to ourselves mentally is actually a hallmark of being human and proof that we are a higher species.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In a sense, we can measure our degree of psychological confusion by checking out our self-talk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's not whether we do it, it's what we say to ourselves that matters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most people talk to themselves quite regularly, even when walking down the street; but, it is primarily done silently so it's not evident to onlookers. Whether or not we talk out loud, or silently, when we talk to ourselves, we are processing our thoughts, solving our problems, or just deciding what we will eat for lunch that day. . . :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Final Verdict :&lt;/span&gt; I'm not C R A Z Y , just trying to make sense of my own actions and make the right choices in life :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-1044898381044242897?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1044898381044242897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=1044898381044242897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/1044898381044242897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/1044898381044242897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/09/talking-to-you.html' title='Talking to &quot;You&quot; . . .'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-8513264486798384083</id><published>2008-09-16T11:32:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:20:12.709+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mayor's Thames Festival !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;The Thames Festival marks the end of Summer. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a spectacular, free celebration of London and its river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;It usually takes place over the middle weekend in September (13th n 14th this time) between Westminster Bridge and Tower Bridge(London Bridge).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SM-P-rDwZ_I/AAAAAAAACSw/GcDA_Hub1lA/s1600-h/IMG_0814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SM-P-rDwZ_I/AAAAAAAACSw/GcDA_Hub1lA/s400/IMG_0814.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246570397783058418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The festival brings Londoners together in the very heart of the capital to dance, make sculptures, listen to music, watch movies, drink, eat, enjoy performances, sing, play on the beach, sail on the Thames and party in the streets. . . There was so much color n vibrancy. . it all ended with some brilliant display of fireworks. . which was worth the wait, cause I had my camera with me n loads of time :). . all in all, a wonderful evening spent. . &lt;/span&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/15620366-8513264486798384083?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/8513264486798384083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=8513264486798384083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/8513264486798384083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/8513264486798384083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/09/mayors-thames-festival.html' title='The Mayor&apos;s Thames Festival !!!'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SM-P-rDwZ_I/AAAAAAAACSw/GcDA_Hub1lA/s72-c/IMG_0814.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-5591985338677586333</id><published>2008-09-10T21:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:23:27.412+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just felt like. . .</title><content type='html'>yup, just felt like writing something up before I hit the bed. The day started pretty late today, woke up at 10, then lazed around in bed checking my inbox anxiously and then was on gtalk for a while before I realized I needed to get my butt outta bed and start the day. Applied for a few jobs, this is kinda become so much a routine for me, I'll probably involuntarily apply for a job even after I get one :P&lt;div&gt;Got a few calls yesterday, hoping I get an opportunity for an interview. . . fingers crossed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the local temple here in East Ham. A cozy place for a temple and the decoration is grand. Felt good to have a couple of minutes of silence and recharge myself with some hope and blessings. . . &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/15620366-5591985338677586333?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/5591985338677586333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=5591985338677586333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/5591985338677586333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/5591985338677586333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-felt-like.html' title='Just felt like. . .'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-4281677930758267234</id><published>2008-09-07T15:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:30:44.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Chrome !!...simple simplicity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px; "&gt;Google has announced their entry into the browser wars with the beta release of Google Chrome, a browser that promises to revolutionize the way we operate on the web. The good people at Google even published a little comic book explaining the browser and what they aim to accomplish with it &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/googlebooks/chrome/index.html" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(144, 195, 6); "&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px; "&gt;One of the nice things about this browser is that it features it's own task manager:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 45px; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(23, 23, 23); border-top-width: 4px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(20, 20, 20); border-bottom-width: 4px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(20, 20, 20); background-position: initial initial; "&gt;Chrome features a process management utility called the Task Manager which will allow the user to "see what sites are using the most memory, downloading the most bytes and abusing (their) CPU" (as well as the plugins which run in separate processes) and terminate them.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px; "&gt;I know that I'll be using this as a supplement to my Firefox usage until it becomes more stable, but as of now it seems to be having some Java compatibility issues.  And of course, &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/chrome" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(144, 195, 6); "&gt;here is the link to download and try out Google Chrome for yourself.  &lt;/a&gt;Happy surfing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-4281677930758267234?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/4281677930758267234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=4281677930758267234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/4281677930758267234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/4281677930758267234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/09/google-chrome-simple-simplicity.html' title='Google Chrome !!...simple simplicity'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-261129696594471627</id><published>2008-09-07T10:30:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T11:59:41.875+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A job to keep me going . . .</title><content type='html'>Started a part time job 2 days back, will probably work for 3 days a week, and manage to pool in around 75 bucks. . . good enough for my accommodation. That's what keepin me busy for now and considering the job's not impossible.&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of a speech by Steve jobs in Stanford, its about 'connecting the dots'.&lt;br /&gt;He believes that everything we do, every job we take up, will make sense at some point in the future. . well, it really does. I used to do promotional events back in college and used to wonder . . would all this help? It turned out to be priceless, cause I do a similar kinda part time job here. .&lt;br /&gt;Please take time out and , truly inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fd80feb81ffabaaa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfd80feb81ffabaaa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329847058%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D64DF751E152716559D97B877F6FC22AE3C8B92CD.17B264EA8A24F270DB5F23CC421E635BF1CCD346%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfd80feb81ffabaaa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUGn5kx66cMkK4NdhO8aLb2S_G1Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfd80feb81ffabaaa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329847058%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D64DF751E152716559D97B877F6FC22AE3C8B92CD.17B264EA8A24F270DB5F23CC421E635BF1CCD346%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfd80feb81ffabaaa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUGn5kx66cMkK4NdhO8aLb2S_G1Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trusting that the dots will connect in the future for me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-261129696594471627?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fd80feb81ffabaaa&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/261129696594471627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=261129696594471627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/261129696594471627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/261129696594471627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/09/job-to-keep-me-going.html' title='A job to keep me going . . .'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-8020379150869859400</id><published>2008-09-02T12:45:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:22:19.279+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock On !! - living it up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SL0wB0tHDnI/AAAAAAAACRY/9oSbYG4CAOM/s1600-h/roc7h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SL0wB0tHDnI/AAAAAAAACRY/9oSbYG4CAOM/s320/roc7h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241398349214977650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A good movie, with a decent script, decent performances, lovely songs and a lot to take away. .&lt;br /&gt;   These should be good enough reasons why one should watch this movie. . . I did yesterday :)&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the movie, I could feel a "Dil chahta hai" flavor. .therez something about this movie which reminds one of DCH, the character sketches are a little vague, felt the lines blurring a couple of times with Farhan's role. Arjun Rampal has a lot to offer in terms of looks and acting. Purab's and Luke's performances are refreshing. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a good movie to sit back n enjoy ur ride back memory lane(If u were part of a band)  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-8020379150869859400?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/8020379150869859400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=8020379150869859400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/8020379150869859400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/8020379150869859400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/09/rock-on-living-it-up.html' title='Rock On !! - living it up'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SL0wB0tHDnI/AAAAAAAACRY/9oSbYG4CAOM/s72-c/roc7h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-3098562635246987690</id><published>2008-08-29T23:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T23:09:28.111+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF !!</title><content type='html'>This means another week to look forward to. . . The long weekend ruined my job search for the whole of last week; Looking for a fresh start the coming week. . hope its decisive and worth the wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-3098562635246987690?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/3098562635246987690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=3098562635246987690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/3098562635246987690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/3098562635246987690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/08/tgif.html' title='TGIF !!'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-5346509669148360666</id><published>2008-08-28T23:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:00:59.635+01:00</updated><title type='text'>huh!!...what day is it today?</title><content type='html'>"What day is it today?" that's the question I woke up with. . n the answer at the end of the day was "Just another day, how does it matter?". I have become totally numb to the happenings around me, the day, date or time has no meaning what so ever. . . its a weird feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Feels like my Solar system is in a state of void, waiting for the 'Big Bang' to happen and then life will begin, slowly but surely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-5346509669148360666?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/5346509669148360666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=5346509669148360666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/5346509669148360666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/5346509669148360666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/08/huhwhat-day-is-it-today.html' title='huh!!...what day is it today?'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-1187107007622606857</id><published>2008-08-27T19:49:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:14:36.224+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yipee!! a bike. . .</title><content type='html'>Finally made up my mind to pick up a bike, an effort to cut down on the Tube train bills &amp; enjoy London by road. . . Looking forward to some bicycle diaries now. . . besides I have something to do during the day. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLWmxvZ_xfI/AAAAAAAACQ4/990ErBDe4go/s1600-h/DSC00390+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLWmxvZ_xfI/AAAAAAAACQ4/990ErBDe4go/s320/DSC00390+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239277114984744434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bike's a GT Brand and has 21 Shimano gears. Rode back home from the bike shop and it seems to be in a good condition n felt it was worth the money I paid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-1187107007622606857?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/1187107007622606857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=1187107007622606857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/1187107007622606857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/1187107007622606857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/08/picked-up-ride.html' title='Yipee!! a bike. . .'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLWmxvZ_xfI/AAAAAAAACQ4/990ErBDe4go/s72-c/DSC00390+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-2624241223563300562</id><published>2008-08-26T23:39:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T00:06:44.631+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless in London</title><content type='html'>One of those nights when sleep seems so tough to come by. . . &lt;br /&gt;I’m sittin here in the dark with my roommate snoring in the background and some lovely soothing music playin in my headphones....Guess, all one needs, to see the night through is good music, laptop and a bottle of wine. . . pretty much like what I’m doing now. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-2624241223563300562?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/2624241223563300562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=2624241223563300562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/2624241223563300562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/2624241223563300562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/08/sleepless-in-london.html' title='Sleepless in London'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-3975501117305677674</id><published>2008-08-26T21:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T15:35:05.074+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing times !!...</title><content type='html'>Landed here on the 5th of july and not the happiest man.&lt;br /&gt;Going through a rough patch, guess we've all been there...its been close to 2 months now and still no signs of that shooting star...still jobless and even worse bored out of my fuckin mind !!...&lt;br /&gt;Jobless, strange places, stranger people, fear of failure….can it get any better??&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened over the past month or so, a lot of mixed reactions..some of hope and hopelessness...totally dominated by the latter.&lt;br /&gt;I love being Alone …..but hate to be lonely…..&lt;br /&gt;Just hanging on to hope and believe that if I can make it this far, I’ll complete the lap…its just a test for my patience and my will to be successful….it hurts at times…taking all this as a bitter medicine….but guess, the patient needs it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-3975501117305677674?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/3975501117305677674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=3975501117305677674' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/3975501117305677674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/3975501117305677674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/08/testing-times.html' title='Testing times !!...'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-4582940390416224899</id><published>2008-06-10T11:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T11:57:34.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a househusband :)</title><content type='html'>Does this sound like fun?.....i suggest u think again....cause that's all i've been doing these few days....n hating it....it gets so boring sitting at home with nothing to do with no aim.....&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda nice for  2 days....n then it all started fallin apart.&lt;br /&gt;I'm, just waiting to fly away to the land of the Thames.....n get su there as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bitter fight at home yesterday.....it was my mistake yet again.... :(....amma lost her cool n things got a bit messy. Thankfully....have cleared up the air of discomfort at home.....things are back to normal now... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact....that's what happens when one sits at home all day....thinking nothing constructive and just see Mr.Clock tick away all the time....hmm...need to get my mind on preparing for the ISTQB certification......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny...sometimes....u feel u're an achiever 1 minute and a loser the next. I had an emotional breakdown last evening, when everything seemed so disturbed, felt like a loser ...felt hurt....guess it had to happen......i slept on it and feel much better today.....thanks be to GOD !!..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-4582940390416224899?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/4582940390416224899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=4582940390416224899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/4582940390416224899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/4582940390416224899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/06/does-this-sound-like-fun.html' title='Being a househusband :)'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-3059776367194324394</id><published>2008-06-06T09:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T10:16:50.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally the time to blog !!</title><content type='html'>Finally the time has come where I really felt the need to start blogging all over again.. :) phew!!...cant believe its taken me over a year since my last post up here....but...well...here it is...&lt;br /&gt;A lotta things have changed, just to list a few in chronological order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Today is my last day in my current company(Bally Technologies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Had a blast with &lt;span class="hw"&gt;colleagues at Galibore Fishing camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///D:/Personal/Images/Galibore/Galibore%20Su/IMG_0385.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SEj7cTcUdCI/AAAAAAAACA0/8rr-BJIqmfw/s1600-h/IMG_0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SEj7cTcUdCI/AAAAAAAACA0/8rr-BJIqmfw/s320/IMG_0385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208689432727942178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Picked up a new lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SEj7pTcUdDI/AAAAAAAACA8/HKrbIoTxRJQ/s1600-h/IMG_0280-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SEj7pTcUdDI/AAAAAAAACA8/HKrbIoTxRJQ/s320/IMG_0280-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208689656066241586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Got my HSMP done after a lotta hard work, but it was worth every drop of sweat...a lot depended on this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Had a wonderful time working in Bally for 10 months....had a rocking team n it was loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Finally quit Infosys for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about the most significant things that happened.....&lt;br /&gt;As for the future, Things that I have to do are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Get relieved from my current job.&lt;br /&gt;2) Finish my ISTQB.&lt;br /&gt;3) Study a few automation courses.&lt;br /&gt;4) Fly out on the 5th of July 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant believe, its finally happenin....I had this crazy dream to work overseas....like any Techie and its finally gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to live my dream... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-3059776367194324394?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/3059776367194324394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=3059776367194324394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/3059776367194324394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/3059776367194324394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally-time-to-blog.html' title='Finally the time to blog !!'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SEj7cTcUdCI/AAAAAAAACA0/8rr-BJIqmfw/s72-c/IMG_0385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-2428260606713016402</id><published>2007-05-08T09:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T09:42:33.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'>making up for lost posts....</title><content type='html'>Greetings fellowmen.....I have made it a point to update my posts cause the best things that happened to me between November 2006 to Feb 2007 have gone unaccounted.....&lt;br /&gt;I have made it a point to post all the details in chronological order...so, watch out for the updates....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-2428260606713016402?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/2428260606713016402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=2428260606713016402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/2428260606713016402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/2428260606713016402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2007/05/making-up-for-lost-posts.html' title='making up for lost posts....'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-8115537147773408082</id><published>2007-05-07T09:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T10:03:25.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My "Last wish baby !!"</title><content type='html'>Phew !!.....awesome n satisfyin.... it was worth every milli second....am talkin about the show I did on 4th May at Rangashankara.....It was Dramanon again...and the play "The original Last wish baby!!"....a total crowd cracker.....it set the audience roaring in laughs......its an amazing feeling to be on stage....n one that's very addictive...&lt;br /&gt;The production wazza huge success....n all set for the cast party on 9th....waitin for it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinoj, the highlight of the play n Dramanon is leavin to the US for good....bad for all of us here...wish we could keep him back here......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-8115537147773408082?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/8115537147773408082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=8115537147773408082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/8115537147773408082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/8115537147773408082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-last-wish-baby.html' title='My &quot;Last wish baby !!&quot;'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-908185554023030274</id><published>2007-03-13T08:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-13T08:39:00.932Z</updated><title type='text'>Good morning...with a better smile</title><content type='html'>Thought I'll share a few of my good morning mails i've been sending to my near n dear ones of late.....I have a self designed Good morning icon and a copyright....here they are....write to me on itsmesuraj@gmail.com.....if you would want to be part of the mailing list....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/RfZh0UI6OHI/AAAAAAAAArQ/v-bumaWD1YE/s1600-h/template_tomorrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/RfZh0UI6OHI/AAAAAAAAArQ/v-bumaWD1YE/s320/template_tomorrow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041324384275019890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/RfZh0kI6OII/AAAAAAAAArY/NI5HZzb5HhQ/s1600-h/DSCN0392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/RfZh0kI6OII/AAAAAAAAArY/NI5HZzb5HhQ/s320/DSCN0392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041324388569987202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/RfZh0kI6OJI/AAAAAAAAArg/JvXJe7TQX-M/s1600-h/DSCN3340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/RfZh0kI6OJI/AAAAAAAAArg/JvXJe7TQX-M/s320/DSCN3340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041324388569987218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/RfZh0kI6OKI/AAAAAAAAAro/fLe3Iz6whts/s1600-h/DSCN3349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/RfZh0kI6OKI/AAAAAAAAAro/fLe3Iz6whts/s320/DSCN3349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041324388569987234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/RfZh00I6OLI/AAAAAAAAArw/7Rzg13k-Z3o/s1600-h/DSCN4377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/RfZh00I6OLI/AAAAAAAAArw/7Rzg13k-Z3o/s320/DSCN4377.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041324392864954546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-908185554023030274?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/908185554023030274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=908185554023030274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/908185554023030274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/908185554023030274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2007/03/good-morningwith-better-smile.html' title='Good morning...with a better smile'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/RfZh0UI6OHI/AAAAAAAAArQ/v-bumaWD1YE/s72-c/template_tomorrow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-6461603650078308705</id><published>2007-03-13T08:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-13T08:14:58.686Z</updated><title type='text'>Back and blogging....</title><content type='html'>Phew !!!......its been a pretty long gap this time....the last time I wrote a post, I was single and now I'm a responsible married man ... :-p...well....its been an awesome time with my Wife....she loves to cook n I love to comment on her dish :-p...hope she isnt readin this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently purchased my first DSLR camera....its a Canon 350D....one peice of funky gadgetry....clicks amazingly brilliant snaps.....and is gonna be my best buddy for years to come.....Am loving it already....waitin to drive out of town this weekend to some remote place to click to my heart's content....lets see....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-6461603650078308705?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/6461603650078308705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=6461603650078308705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/6461603650078308705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/6461603650078308705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-and-blogging.html' title='Back and blogging....'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-116402856519590895</id><published>2006-11-20T12:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-20T17:45:50.176Z</updated><title type='text'>24 down...a long way to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amidst all the confusion, chaos, panic and disorder I managed to survive for 24 years on the surface of this ever changing planet....&lt;br /&gt;Its come with its share of uncertainties and unexpected turns of luck and Fate.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I celebrate my Silver Jubilee this month…I have a very warm feeling in my heart and a feeling of wanted ness brings a smile across my face.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The reason for all this…&lt;br /&gt; - one person&lt;br /&gt;- two lettered name&lt;br /&gt;- three little words she told me …&lt;/p&gt;A bundle of joy as I call her, she’s Su…..the girl I adore so much….and thank god over n over again for giving us each other….  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I strongly believe that people come into our life for a reason and if you believe in our instincts …..you’ll know why they stepped into your life…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have found the girl I wanna spend the rest of my life with and settle down with. Its been awesome knowing her and we’re planning to marry soon…..people who just read that last line will surely be invited to our marriage… :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;An interesting thing about an earlier post of mine… “Into the New Year” which I wrote on Jan 9&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; had the following lines… "Never go in search of love....let love find you....and that’s why its called Falling in Love...you don’t know how....but you just fall "..........&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unbelievably…Jan 9&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; happens to be the birthday of Su and when I wrote that post, we hadn’t met ….call it co-incidence or a divine sign of hope…well….I stick to the latter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-116402856519590895?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/116402856519590895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=116402856519590895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/116402856519590895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/116402856519590895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2006/11/24-downa-long-way-to-go.html' title='24 down...a long way to go'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-116097204787561615</id><published>2006-10-16T04:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T05:15:06.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Life has a story...What's mine?</title><content type='html'>Life's been good to me....Am planning to write a series of blogs with stuff that has happened to me over the past 24 years.....sounds scary?...nevertheless....I bet its an interesting one...cause my life's very different from any of the people I have met or known. What I am today is a dream of sorts....Not that I have achieved something humongous ...but its something I want the small circle of readers of my blog to know.....Will update this every weekend....I know its gonna take a lot out of you...but hang on :-)&lt;br /&gt;Will start this this weekend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wait continues . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-116097204787561615?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/116097204787561615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=116097204787561615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/116097204787561615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/116097204787561615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2006/10/every-life-has-storywhats-mine.html' title='Every Life has a story...What&apos;s mine?'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-115864554137509884</id><published>2006-09-19T06:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T06:59:01.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My morning mails....</title><content type='html'>My latest craze is sending my own personal Morning mails for the people I know.....Off late, I realised ...people actually tend to like my photography skills....and this pushed me to do this with more interest.... I attach inspirational quotes or anything catchy and put it over a photo that I have clicked...and send it with a copyright symbol...  :-) herez the sample...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/1600/DSC03050.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/400/DSC03050.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people have told me its goooood...and they really love the idea....well....the point is how long am i gonna do this....considering I get bored doing the same stuff very easily....lets see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-115864554137509884?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/115864554137509884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=115864554137509884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/115864554137509884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/115864554137509884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-morning-mails.html' title='My morning mails....'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-115864508101798264</id><published>2006-09-19T05:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T06:51:21.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The stage is set....</title><content type='html'>"Dramanon"(Dramatics Anonymous)  happened in August .....The theater group from manipal were here to audition for their next Production in Bangalore. I went for the auditions and got selected for the cast ...can u believe that??..its loads of fun....&lt;br /&gt;We're doign an English play called "The Original last wish baby" - OLWB in short......in the month of Jan.&lt;br /&gt;We practice every weekend and on one weekday....&lt;br /&gt;The practice is full of fun and frolic....Its so satisfying to do something you want to do and its really lucky to get an oppurtunity coming ur way easily....&lt;br /&gt;Well ...looking forward to my first ever Professional theater work....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-115864508101798264?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/115864508101798264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=115864508101798264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/115864508101798264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/115864508101798264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2006/09/stage-is-set.html' title='The stage is set....'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-115807553285237742</id><published>2006-09-12T16:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T16:38:52.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it me or my laziness....</title><content type='html'>Call it laziness.....call it lack of inspiration.....whatever....but am just not able to get myself to my Laptop to blog a lotta things that I wanna share with my world.....well....I have made up my mind to get this blog going .......&lt;br /&gt;I have loads of stuff to tell ya guyz....but its gonna take a lotta posts...so until I consolidate all of 'em into a few posts....the wait will have to continue....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-115807553285237742?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/115807553285237742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=115807553285237742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/115807553285237742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/115807553285237742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2006/09/is-it-me-or-my-laziness.html' title='Is it me or my laziness....'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-114949039709149856</id><published>2006-06-05T07:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T16:31:32.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Postman uncle....</title><content type='html'>Tring! !  Tring! !   ....Thats the sound which brings back memories of My postman uncle....i used to wait at the gate for that special Greeting from relatives....or some unexpected parcel....or a letter from my friend.....The traditional blue coloured paper which once got so much of joy and laughter along with it has now become extinct...&lt;br /&gt;This thought crossed my mind as I was looking out through the window of my bus on my way back from office...it was one of those sleepless bus rides back home....I observed a Postman collecting a bunch of letters...just a hand full of 'em...&lt;br /&gt;I really felt sad that technology has brought a lotta changes to our lives and surely to the life of a poor postman......&lt;br /&gt;The once glowing face of my postman uncle has changed forever...and so has the lives of a thousand postmen in India....&lt;br /&gt;They say nothing lasts forever....email is gonan be history one day....but when?...who knows?.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-114949039709149856?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/114949039709149856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=114949039709149856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114949039709149856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114949039709149856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-postman-uncle.html' title='My Postman uncle....'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-114916045850329642</id><published>2006-06-01T11:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T12:20:09.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'>paradise lake......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/1600/DSCN16261.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/320/DSCN16261.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visit a thousand places in a lifetime....but only a few remain as an everlasting image in our beautiful mind......one of those places which would remain with me is the lake near my house.....&lt;br /&gt;Its  the perfect place for a casual walk or a romatic talk......&lt;br /&gt;I luckily happened to experience both  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water has a very soothing effect in more ways than one.....therez something mesmerizing about the pleasant breeze blowing against my face n making my hair a beautiful mess.......I feel relaxed the minute I go to that place.....the sudden silence puts all my stressed nerves to rest.....&lt;br /&gt;there were days when I used to go to the lake n sit by the Concrete Banks......thinking of my future...my life n a whole lot of things that keep bothering me when I'm low.......well...all of us find our own way of getting rid of the complexities our brain wanders off into often.....this is how  I do it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently had the most amazing experince ....an experince of a different kind....&lt;br /&gt;After a perfect day with the person I adore the most, I happened to get a chance to take her to this little paradise of mine.....as we sat there.....I looked at her hair making waves, as if they were thrilled n enjoyed the breeze blowing against them....n her pretty face lit up in the only source of light which came from a lamp post.......her voice so musical that it could make Mozart speechless....she spoke so softly that it would make the chirping crickets stop their racket n curious to listen to what she wanted to say.....it truely felt like heaven....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful moment.......that i wished I could freeze in time n keep with me forever........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-114916045850329642?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/114916045850329642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=114916045850329642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114916045850329642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114916045850329642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2006/06/paradise-lake.html' title='paradise lake......'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-114908387460582447</id><published>2006-05-31T14:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T09:05:53.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The brighter side.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/1600/FSCN16203.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/400/FSCN16203.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      There are times when u have this strange feeling of losing things that you value the most...it could be ur dream job, ur dream girl or could even be the smallest of things like the best message you have ever gotten on ur phone or even the best mail that u have ever received by someone very important in ur life......&lt;br /&gt;Well......therez just one thing for sure......Everythign in Life happens for a reason.....Good or Bad....Destiny plays an important role in everyonez lives......Some call it Destiny, some call it luck or some even call it God's grace......its something beyond our understanding.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed in more instances than one that every Sad moment in life is followed by a moment which is twice as happier.....it has happened to me many times.....we just need to understand that life always offers us what we deserve.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....leave all ur trouble tickets behind...n Enjoy what life has to offer.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-114908387460582447?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/114908387460582447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=114908387460582447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114908387460582447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114908387460582447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2006/05/brighter-side.html' title='The brighter side.....'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-114856720157434793</id><published>2006-05-25T15:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T15:26:41.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A year n climbing ....</title><content type='html'>Phew! ! ......I finally finished one amazing year in Infy....joined this place on 23rd May 2005.....Didnt have a great start...but things fell into place later on...considering, I was forced to Love coding......well.....it isnt too bad now... thankfully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/1600/DSCN1574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/320/DSCN1574.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have learnt a lot, certainly not technically.....but I did figure out how these IT Hives...manage to do so much Software in such a short time....&lt;br /&gt;Life has certainly changed for the good.........I finally have a steady job, cool bike, a funky Digital camera, loving parents, amazing bunch of friends, unusually easy going relatives n of course........my Brand new Laptop.....n to all the people who actually thought I was talkin about a girl in my previous posts.....well....just hang on for some more time...may be u guyz r right ;o)....but as of now....i was talking only about my Laptop that I bought recently.....&lt;br /&gt;Switching on a Comp is no longer boring.....n thats the best part.....I'm loving it.....learnin Photoshop.....its one neat tool....feel great to get my hands on it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.....its been a very eventful year in the IT Industry for me....n I always dreamt of working in a Company like Infosys......but once here, I realise that there are greener grass out there....hmmm.....They say a man's greed is endless......n I top the list on that :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend comin up.....so looking forward to it....&lt;br /&gt;To all my fellow Bloggers.....you would surely agree that the completion of the first year in any job.....makes u feel goooooooood.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-114856720157434793?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/114856720157434793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=114856720157434793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114856720157434793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114856720157434793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2006/05/year-n-climbing.html' title='A year n climbing ....'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-114845149850726298</id><published>2006-05-24T07:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T07:18:18.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Take my hand...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/1600/temp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/400/temp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Touch my heart and I'll touch yours.&lt;br /&gt;With a gentle word or two,&lt;br /&gt;For kindness bears the sweetest fruit&lt;br /&gt;That makes our dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;Touch my heart with tenderness&lt;br /&gt;And fill my cup with love.&lt;br /&gt;Share my dreams as I share yours&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the stars above.&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand, as I grow old&lt;br /&gt;and lend me when I'm blind.&lt;br /&gt;Show me that you really care&lt;br /&gt;Good friends are hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;Touch my heart and I'll touch yours&lt;br /&gt;A little more each day.&lt;br /&gt;And then we both find happiness&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way...&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/15620366-114845149850726298?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/114845149850726298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=114845149850726298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114845149850726298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114845149850726298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2006/05/take-my-hand.html' title='Take my hand...'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-114806344617864739</id><published>2006-05-19T19:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T19:30:46.193+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A perfect evening......</title><content type='html'>I had one of the most amazing evenings of my life today.....therez this feeling of completeness in me all of a sudden....... I left office early and spent the entire evening with the new person in my life....it was an awesome time....I get so lost in her that I sometimes become speechless..Shez so much a part of me now....&lt;br /&gt;to all the people who r still wondering who I am talkin about....just hang on....am gonna introduce her to the world shortly....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-114806344617864739?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/114806344617864739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=114806344617864739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114806344617864739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114806344617864739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2006/05/perfect-evening.html' title='A perfect evening......'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-114725261932095479</id><published>2006-05-10T09:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T12:28:50.463+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-Week crisis....</title><content type='html'>Its another gloomy wednesday afternoon at work, I call it the post-lunch session........Its the most boring part of the week....n all u want to do is sleeeeep....&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly what happens when you havent started the week very great, n u know that the days to come aren't gonna be any more eventful.........&lt;br /&gt;                    Frankly Getting into a job changes it all........your mannerism, your attitude, your responsiblitly, your habits.......may be not intentionally, but unknowingly, your sub-conscious mind starts behaving in ways you would normally never have dreamt of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Just a small example of how the standard conversation goes between two very good friends who you once spent 10 hours in a day during college days .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;friend 1 :&lt;/span&gt; Hey pal, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;friend 2 :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm fine man.....what about you?....long time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;friend 1 :&lt;/span&gt; yeah....i know.....I'm doing great.....howz work?( The cliche dialogue of all the IT professionals )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;friend 2 :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(After a short pause.....indication that hez gonna lie)....yeah, work's fine, a bit hectic sometimes ( which is the biggest lie of the mellinium, cause all he does all day is chat with some stranger across the globe whom he hasnt even seen)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;friend 1 :&lt;/span&gt; Oh...ic, work's pretty hectic for me too (trying to justify that he's not to be blamed for not keeping in touch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;friend 2 &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh...ok ....well take care man....i need to rush to a meeting now.....(usually a lie, a quick getaway statement)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;friend 1 :&lt;/span&gt; ya ...sure carry on....keep in touch...(with a smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;friend 2 &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; you too man...(with the same dumb-not again smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Work has sadly done to us all......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a funny feeling, cause all through our school n college life, we want to grow big and have our own money, our own freedom and do things or way.......but once we r here, we wanna desperately go back to our good ol' college days and live the same carefree life, where all of us surely had less money but had more happiness to give to the people around us.....unlike recent times, where we have so much money but very little happiness to keep ourselves going.......let alone the people around us......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call this the Mid-week crisis cause such thoughts usually creep up ur head during these odd hours of the Week.......n you just helplessly laugh at yourself n the work that you're doing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-114725261932095479?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/114725261932095479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=114725261932095479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114725261932095479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114725261932095479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2006/05/mid-week-crisis.html' title='Mid-Week crisis....'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-114706030376532794</id><published>2006-05-08T04:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T04:52:18.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'>laziness rulezzzzzz</title><content type='html'>its been 2 weeks now n i still cherish every minute of the Tadiyandamol trek...its was Awesome....Im gonna write abt it soon....but i have so much to say abt it...that i don know where to start....will post abt the trek soon...&lt;br /&gt;One small piece of info for all u people out there......therez gonna be a new entry in my life soon.....the one I have been waiting for quite sometime now.......&lt;br /&gt;Shez beautiful.....just can't wait to get her in my life n then will reveal her to the world......so hang on ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-114706030376532794?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/114706030376532794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=114706030376532794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114706030376532794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114706030376532794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2006/05/laziness-rulezzzzzz.html' title='laziness rulezzzzzz'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-114619423994746825</id><published>2006-04-28T04:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T15:11:23.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thadiyandamol, here i come ! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Yuhoooo......am finally going for the trek... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Everything's planned well n we would be leaving at 23:00 today......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;7 of us goin this time.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;running short of words to post because of the excitement :op ...will post back when I have loads to tell about the place n the trekking experience...so until then....Aloha !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:Times,Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-114619423994746825?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/114619423994746825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=114619423994746825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114619423994746825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114619423994746825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2006/04/thadiyandamol-here-i-come.html' title='Thadiyandamol, here i come ! !'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-114606412124243323</id><published>2006-04-26T16:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T16:10:08.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A better tomorrow................</title><content type='html'>If tomorrow you wake up and find yourself smiling,&lt;br /&gt;are you thinking of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow you look at your garden,&lt;br /&gt;will you see us walking hand in hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow you sit for your dinner at the table and look at the adjacent chair,&lt;br /&gt;will you wish I was there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow you open the door,&lt;br /&gt;will you be expecting me at the doorstep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow you walk on the road and look at a house,&lt;br /&gt;are you wondering about the one we might own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow your phone rings,&lt;br /&gt;will you want it to be me on the other end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow you impatiently open your mailbox,&lt;br /&gt;are you hoping to see my mails?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow you look out of the window and see your neighbours kid play,&lt;br /&gt;will you be thinking about ours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow you sit for a minute to pray,&lt;br /&gt;will you also pray for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow you have a great news to share,&lt;br /&gt;will I be the first one to hear it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow I get down on my knees with a bunch of red roses and ask you to be mine forever,&lt;br /&gt;will you  close your eyes and say an yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the tomorrows I have dreamt of,&lt;br /&gt;theres this today that's passing by,&lt;br /&gt;inching ever second closer to the tomorrow you will walk into,&lt;br /&gt;and if tomorrow comes,&lt;br /&gt;will you think about an ''US'' like I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-114606412124243323?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/114606412124243323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=114606412124243323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114606412124243323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114606412124243323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2006/04/better-tomorrow.html' title='A better tomorrow................'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-114593939541898733</id><published>2006-04-25T05:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T05:29:55.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant wait for the Weekend....</title><content type='html'>The best way to start a hectic week at work is knowing u have a brilliant weekend planned....especially...if its longer than the usual 2 days that we techies get.....this time its gonna be a 3 day long weekend... :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Am planning to go to Tadiandamol.....its enroute to Coorg....a neat 6 hour drive from Bangalore...well....thats about all i know as of now.... :o)  but cant wait to get to that place....the snaps of that place were sent to me by my pal raghu......n was blown off by the scenic beauty there.....hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/320/untitled.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Its been quite sometime that i actually trekked with friends...did a lot of travellin last year...but mostly with my parents...so its good to get out with friends n do what u like doing ........&lt;br /&gt;More updates on this exciting weekend getaway in posts to come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-114593939541898733?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/114593939541898733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=114593939541898733' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114593939541898733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114593939541898733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2006/04/cant-wait-for-weekend.html' title='Cant wait for the Weekend....'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-114567785496747443</id><published>2006-04-22T04:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T04:50:54.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday blues......</title><content type='html'>shucks ! ! ....cant believe I made it to office today :(...its such a pain gettin urself out of bed on a Saturday n get to work as if it were just any other weekday....plannin to leave early today....&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully have a great weekend planned for the next week cause the 1st of May is a holiday n i get 3 full days :).....&lt;br /&gt;Therez a trekking plan in the pipeline......more about it in the posts to come...&lt;br /&gt;To all the people who are workin today.....its just one of those days people! ! ....let it pass :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-114567785496747443?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/114567785496747443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=114567785496747443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114567785496747443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114567785496747443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2006/04/saturday-blues.html' title='Saturday blues......'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-114561407666183363</id><published>2006-04-21T10:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T11:07:56.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A lazy friday afternoon</title><content type='html'>Its just another boring Friday afternoon...not much work n i have been looking at the clock forever....waiting for the official working day to end.....n make my getaway from this mad work place.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The sad plight of we techies is that we wait all week for the weekend n when it arrives, we have nothing to do except getting bored sittin at home or hang out with the wrong people n trying to start a conversation with losers, who can think only about work...( yup, am surely talkin about some of my office colleagues at the sad team outings we have)  n we feel we were better at our own den in office....where each one of us have our own online personality which i call the Online social-life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Just the thought of not having access to the net even for a day scares me....I would certainly go crazy n so would half a million IT chaps who literaly live on the cyber web.....i know a fella who checks his mail every 5 minutes n the unbelievable part is ...he actually does get 2 mails in 5 minutes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.......It gets really boring in here sometimes....am still waitin for the clock to show me the time i want to see...... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: teal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-114561407666183363?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/114561407666183363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=114561407666183363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114561407666183363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114561407666183363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2006/04/lazy-friday-afternoon.html' title='A lazy friday afternoon'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-114559252163388127</id><published>2006-04-21T04:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T05:13:28.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Some tunes live on........................</title><content type='html'>I hear over a hundred songs in a day......but there r few songs i would never get tired of listenin to...its probably because the song reminds you of moments that u would like to cherish all ur life...or maybe its because u relate to the lyrics so much that u feel the song writer had u on his mind when he penned the song down.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one such song is "Bed of Roses" by Bonjovi.......&lt;br /&gt;here are the lyrics.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Bed of roses"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/1600/dsc00648111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/320/dsc00648111.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Sitting here wasted and wounded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;At this old piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Trying hard to capture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;The moment this morning I don’t know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;’cause a bottle of vodka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Is still lodged in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;And some blond gave me nightmares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;I think she’s still in my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;As I dream about movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;They won’t make of me when I’m dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;With an ironclad fist I wake up and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;French kiss the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;While some marching band keeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Its own beat in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;While we’re talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;About all of the things that I long to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;About love and the truth and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;What you mean to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;And the truth is baby you’re all that I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;I want to lay you on a bed of roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;For tonite I sleep on a bed on nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;I want to be just as close as the holy ghost is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;And lay you down on bed of roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Well I’m so far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;That each step that I take is on my way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;A king’s ransom in dimes I’d given each night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Just to see through this payphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Still I run out of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Or it’s hard to get through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Till the bird on the wire flies me back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;I’ll just close my eyes and whisper,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Baby blind love is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;I want to lay you down on a bed of roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;For tonite I sleep on a bed on nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;I want to be just as close as the holy ghost is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;And lay you down on bed of roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;The hotel bar hangover whiskey’s gone dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;The barkeeper’s wig’s crooked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;And she’s giving me the eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;I might have said yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;But I laughed so hard I think I died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;When you close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Know I’ll be thinking about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;While my mistress she calls me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;To stand in her spotlight again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Tonite I won’t be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;But you know that don’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Mean I’m not lonely I’ve got nothing to prove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;For it’s you that I’d die to defend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;I want to lay you down on a bed of roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;For tonite I sleep on a bed on nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;I want to be just as close as the holy ghost is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;And lay you down on bed of roses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-114559252163388127?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/114559252163388127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=114559252163388127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114559252163388127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114559252163388127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2006/04/some-tunes-live-on.html' title='Some tunes live on........................'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-114550796943233273</id><published>2006-04-20T04:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T11:03:26.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fanatic Fans....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A week has gone by after the Thespian Dr.Rajkumar passed away......A very talented man with over 200 movies under his belt......&lt;br /&gt;All said n done....it really hurts to talk about the bad scene of riots which occured almost instantly. Bangalore witnessed chaos, panic n disorder........sadly though im putting a few snaps of the disturbing scenes which happened in our very own Bengaluru....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/1600/image017.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/320/image017.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sad but true ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/1600/image018.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/320/image018.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                            &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;An angry mob doesnt have a brain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example of poor planning and an incapable Government....&lt;br /&gt;The whole riots thingy was so pointless....cant believe people call it mourning......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was surprised there were so many jobless people in town.....&lt;br /&gt;Its not that the things which happened in Bangalore does not, or will not happen else where in India. Whenever such sad incidents happen there are thousands of people who are sad and want to pay last regards to their hero. But jobless people always find ways to disrupt the peace during these times. Its just shear frustration of some young people who have got no direction in life and have each and every thing to blame, for their failure in life, about ( Govt, Police, Employment condition, IT peoples earnings, infrastructure  etc ) and who take advantage of such situations and vent their frustration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/1600/image009.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/320/image009.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A Police Vehicle burns......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hope things change one day n people react to things like this in a normal way.......&lt;br /&gt;well its still a hope.... ! ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-114550796943233273?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/114550796943233273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=114550796943233273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114550796943233273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114550796943233273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2006/04/fanatic-fans.html' title='Fanatic Fans....'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-114541961719232556</id><published>2006-04-19T05:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T05:06:57.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/320/untitled.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell you how much I love you.....&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes I see you.....&lt;br /&gt;When I open my eyes.....I long to see you.....&lt;br /&gt;Even when you are not near me.....&lt;br /&gt;I feel you in everything that surrounds me.....&lt;br /&gt;Every minute, every second .. all the time..&lt;br /&gt;My eyes search only for you everytime.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it love...madness or just my heartbeats.....&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people have loved before.....&lt;br /&gt;But my love stands apart because they don’t have you.....&lt;br /&gt;I can’t ever forget you.....&lt;br /&gt;n never want to......&lt;br /&gt;You are mine and will love you forever.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-114541961719232556?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/114541961719232556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=114541961719232556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114541961719232556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114541961719232556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-wish.html' title='I wish........'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-114527427551228930</id><published>2006-04-17T12:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T12:44:35.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>small talk.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;This happened a couple of days back.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was chatting with my chum in a pub after work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;my friend:&lt;/b&gt; "Guess what, mate, yesterday, I met this gorgeous blonde girl in a bar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; "What did you do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;my friend:&lt;/b&gt; "Well, I invited her over to my place, we had a couple of drinks, we got into the mood and then she suddenly asked me to make her feel special"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"You're kidding me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;my friend:&lt;/b&gt; "I then I lifted her and put her on my desk next to my new laptop." &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;"Really?  You got a new laptop? What configuration?" &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;my friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; "It's a 1 GB RAM and mobile internet connectivity card and guess what it has an inbuilt card reader............"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; "Cool.....how much did it cost?"......&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Wonder why im still single :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-114527427551228930?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/114527427551228930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=114527427551228930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114527427551228930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114527427551228930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2006/04/small-talk.html' title='small talk.....'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-114527324426939815</id><published>2006-04-17T11:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T12:27:24.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitten by the lazy bug ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/1600/DSCN07512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/200/DSCN07512.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Phew ! ! ....finally remembered that i even had a blog :op.......Actually a lot has happened over the past few months..........met a lot of new people n a few important ones too :-D someone has a smile on their face now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Well......the last time i wrote anything logical on this blog of mine was in Jan 2006....i feel ashamed of my laziness...or perhaps its the busy life that i lead that makes me dizzy the moment i come back home from work n then the last thing i can do is write a piece on my blog.....neways.....enough of all my lazy excuses....i finalyl got back on my feet n sat down to write something....&lt;br /&gt;but shucks.....where do i start?......n what all should i write?.......so much has happened.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In brief...im tryin to list out the good things that has happened.......&lt;br /&gt;1. Got my profile up on Orkut(yeah.........now i know where all my extra time was spent :-))&lt;br /&gt;2. I got to know a whole bunch of new people with the Spandana group....(more about it in the posts to come)&lt;br /&gt;3. Moved into a new building in office......(but the crowd here is equally disappointing :op)&lt;br /&gt;4. Did a lot of decent photography.....(or should i say was just too happy to discover that I could take good pics)&lt;br /&gt;5. Got a hike in my BPL(Below Poverty Line) Salary....to OPL(On Poverty Line)........&lt;br /&gt;6. Got a new pair of headphones....(searched for it like crazy  n picked up a piece of junk..yuck ! !)&lt;br /&gt;7. Finally the best thing..........I sat back n promised myself am gonna keep this blog updated(This thing happened 5 minutes back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n now the list of bad things that i did ...&lt;br /&gt;1. It should certainly be my laziness.......&lt;br /&gt;2. Haven't excercised for quite sometime now.....n feel like a bean bag....&lt;br /&gt;3. Purchased a pair of coolers for 800 bucks n broke it in a week......&lt;br /&gt;4. Couldnt shop due to budget constraints (after all....im a poor Infoscian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...im gonna stop this list here......or am gonna feel blessed with so many bad things ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-114527324426939815?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/114527324426939815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=114527324426939815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114527324426939815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/114527324426939815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2006/04/bitten-by-lazy-bug.html' title='Bitten by the lazy bug ....'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-113688102585509376</id><published>2006-01-10T08:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-10T08:17:05.890Z</updated><title type='text'>Into the New Year</title><content type='html'>Started the year with a lot of travel......cruised to Lakshdweep late december of last&lt;br /&gt;year....then, was in Ooty, to welcome the New Year....n then flying to&lt;br /&gt;Singapore....with folks for another vacation........n wish to see much more this&lt;br /&gt;year......&lt;br /&gt;I just pause for a minute and look back at the journey I have done within myself......I&lt;br /&gt;still recollect the days that I spent cribbing about my last job at one of the leading&lt;br /&gt;Call center in Bangalore.....work wasn't interesting, the working hours was unusually&lt;br /&gt;sad and above all, I wasn't doing what I really wanted to do......think about&lt;br /&gt;myself.....The new job has certainly brought a lot of pride to my parents, which was the best&lt;br /&gt;thing that I could ever do for them.....and it even gave me a lot of time to think&lt;br /&gt;about myself.....what I want to do n where I want to go .......and therez one thing&lt;br /&gt;that has never happened to me .....&lt;br /&gt;yup, its love.....&lt;br /&gt;Have had my share of crushes, heartbreaks n depression, but the one thing that is true&lt;br /&gt;is " Never go in search of love....let love find you....and thats why its called Falling&lt;br /&gt;in Love...you dont know how....but you just fall "..........&lt;br /&gt;Hope all of you have a wonderful year ahead..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-113688102585509376?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/113688102585509376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=113688102585509376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/113688102585509376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/113688102585509376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2006/01/into-new-year.html' title='Into the New Year'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-113496826654500988</id><published>2005-12-19T04:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-19T04:57:46.566Z</updated><title type='text'>Is it me or my writing...?</title><content type='html'>So much to write but too Lazy to type it all…..well here goes…&lt;br /&gt;The last few weeks have been terribly eventful ….&lt;br /&gt;The first week of December went by doing street plays for Visions….1st was World AIDS day…so did close to 8 plays in Garment factories and then caught up with Dr.Ramana Rao (Radio City Karmayogi fame) on the 4th……He has an estate a few Kms off Tumkur road….n he treats nearly 800 patients a day on weekends…n everything is free of cost…..He qualification is paramount…his Degrees seem to comprise of all the alphabets in the English language……but he still has his feet firm on the ground…..such an inspiration……we did a few plays there too…&lt;br /&gt;                Then went on to do a play on MG road for Bangalore Habba…..&lt;br /&gt;Well…..made a couple of new friends this month…and am glad I met them in my life…..&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for making this post so boring…..but not in a mood to write…..so kindly adjust ! !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-113496826654500988?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/113496826654500988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=113496826654500988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/113496826654500988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/113496826654500988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2005/12/is-it-me-or-my-writing.html' title='Is it me or my writing...?'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-113326708245307093</id><published>2005-11-29T12:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-30T05:53:27.456Z</updated><title type='text'>23 Candles blown this year...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/1600/23rd%20birthday%20cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="215" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/320/23rd%20birthday%20cake.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I turned 23 this November 23rd...Damn, so much more to do in life ! !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A lot has happened in the last year...5 crushes, 3 hook-ups, 4 dates....do u believe that?...u better not, cause its an exaggeration, but I did lose 1 phone ;o( and it also includes joining my Dream Company...Infosys Technologies Ltd. I have completed 6 months here and life has certainly changed for the good...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Started Blogging ....made a lot of new friends....visited a lot of new places...read a lot of books....stayed on my own for nearly 2 months.... went rocking for a couple of concerts....and recently purchased a small 750sq Flat in ISRO Layout..Its perhaps is the only useful Investment I have done.. Thanks to my Mom..Shez the best!! got the flat in time...and the right price n place....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Couldn't ask for a more eventful year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-113326708245307093?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/113326708245307093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=113326708245307093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/113326708245307093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/113326708245307093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2005/11/23-candles-blown-this-year.html' title='23 Candles blown this year...........'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-113289434870998041</id><published>2005-11-25T04:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-25T04:52:28.710Z</updated><title type='text'>Being in twenties-something</title><content type='html'>It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look at your job... and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you're doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person. One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you may not realize is that every one reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We call it the "Quarter-life Crisis"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-113289434870998041?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/113289434870998041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=113289434870998041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/113289434870998041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/113289434870998041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2005/11/being-in-twenties-something.html' title='Being in twenties-something'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-113255123562762090</id><published>2005-11-21T04:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-26T06:38:46.883Z</updated><title type='text'>A phoney accident!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/1600/sc002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 166px; height: 114px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/320/sc002.jpg" border="0" height="185" width="189" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sad but true.... ! ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my NOKIA 3230....in typical Bollywood shtlye.....was in the Driver's seat of my car talking to my pal on the phone when this incident happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at one of the Million Traffic Signals in Bangalore City(Udupi Garden Signal -BTM Layout to be precise)....I was speaking on the phone with one hand on the Wheel and the other on the window holding my phone...suddenly this guy from the bike next to me at the Signal hit my hand really hard...and the phone fell down....now, that's when I started doing a series of blunders which ended up in me losing the phone forever....&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty shocked that I couldn't notice whether the phone fell out of the car or inside the car...the Signal turned green and I could see the bike Zooooom away...I frantically searched with the door open but the friendly people here in Blore(I'm obviously sarcastic)....Honked their way to Glory....Couldn't stand the noise, so managed to pull the car to one side of the road and immediately jumped out of the car and tried searching for the mobile....but all in vain.....&lt;br /&gt;The next best thing was to try calling my number....hoping against hope that someone would pick it up......and the surprising part was that, the mobile rang and I could hear a feeble voice on the other side.....his voice sounded extremely Drunk and I could smell the liquor over the phone ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first question he asked was " Mobile Eshhtu guru?" which meant " How Much is the mobile?".....This was a shocking question given that I already felt like the Biggest Loser ever to have roamed the face of this planet .......My phone was robbed right under my nose and all I could do is......... stand there in disbelief that this wasn't happening to me.....&lt;br /&gt;I told him that the phone cost very less and he wouldn't get much money if he sold it.....but he refused to accept it....he wanted to know the exact price of the mobile...&lt;br /&gt;The conversation went on for about 25 minutes.......(can't believe I was negotiating to buy my phone from a thief)...and he finally agreed that if I could give him 5000 bucks, he would return the mobile to me.....I realized that all I needed was an opportunity to get him to come to a public place.....so that I could plan the snatching from him for a change ........with a help of my friends....&lt;br /&gt;He suddenly changed his mind and asked me to call him the next day morning , cause he wanted to sleep over this thought...(what Crap ! ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day....it was gone ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I called, I kept getting "This AIRTEL number that you have called is switched off, please try again later"....( like F***, it was genuinely switched off).....&lt;br /&gt;I tried for a couple of days after that....but kept getting the same msg....I realized that the phone must have been sold by now( One Lucky Bastard ! ! got to buy my phone)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.....well life has to go on doesn't it?.....I promised myself, never to talk on the phone when I'm driving and to ensure all the windows are up, when I am in a car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people...BEWARE ! ! we work our asses out, for over a month to get one funky gadget of technology in our hand....and some Loser, son of a gun...gets to rob you and make easy cash out of it....give it some thought ! !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-113255123562762090?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/113255123562762090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=113255123562762090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/113255123562762090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/113255123562762090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2005/11/phoney-accident.html' title='A phoney accident!'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-113254587721394910</id><published>2005-11-21T04:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-21T04:04:37.226Z</updated><title type='text'>How safe are you?</title><content type='html'>Hi...would like to share a nothing-to-feel-good-about incident that happened on the universally acclaimed Hosur Road ( for all the wrong reasons though) while I was returning home from Office a couple of days ago.......&lt;br /&gt;                       I was in one of the Infosys(Infy) buses and I noticed there was an Infy bus right in front of us..All of a sudden our bus halted....I also noticed a group of people rushing from all sides towards the bus in front of us...it really sounded unusually noisy....waking a lot of snoring Software Engineers in my bus, I looked out through the window and could see the driver of the Infy bus in front of us ...jump out of his seat...and run across the road to the opposite side...and my instincts told me...something was really not right ....&lt;br /&gt;                    As we went closer to the bus, I could see all the employees rushing out of the single narrow door that the bus had.....Could hear people on the road shouting " Accidentuu...Aa yamman melle hatusbutta le, Begaa Ambulancege phone maadro .." which meant "Its an Accident,a lady has been run over by the bus...Call the Ambulance fast"..... I prayed that, it wouldn't be too serious...but the unfortunate happened..could hear something more now...I heard one in the crowd say, the lady was killed instantly....and then the unexpected happened....one of them started flinging stones at the bus...and so did all of them the next second....luckily all the employees in the bus had already got off the bus and the mob went crazy...the bus had suffered a dozen hits in less than a minute...from all sides...Our driver realised that the incident was taking a life of its own....our driver tried to sneak away from the mob...but, it was too late..the mob quickly realised that our bus was also an Infy bus...and the next second, the windscreen of our bus shattered hard...into a million pieces...the next thing I know is that all of us closed all the windows and lay on the floor of the bus....waiting for the situation to cool..so that we could get off the bus....&lt;br /&gt;               Finally...we managed to open the door and dash out of the door...All of us managed to escape unhurt.....Was happy to make it out of the bus in one piece..... I caught another bus and made it home safely..and there was one thought that kept my mind occupied...What if the mob had set the bus ablaze? What if?....the incident would have had a nasty end.....   Just pray that this doesnt happen to anyone.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-113254587721394910?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/113254587721394910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=113254587721394910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/113254587721394910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/113254587721394910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-safe-are-you.html' title='How safe are you?'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-113152761823764416</id><published>2005-11-09T08:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-10T06:45:45.273Z</updated><title type='text'>Best Holiday ever....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/1600/beaches-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/320/beaches-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im Back from my greatest Holiday destination....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I holidayed with my folks and the place we chose was the best we could ask for...........&lt;br /&gt;Lakshadweep Islands is a sheer poetry of the blue shades of the sea and sky. The mystic whiteness and greenary of land merging, intermingling and generating a symphony of liveness. Lakshadweep is truly a rhythm of Land and Sea....was really lucky to be there....and have a glimpse of this awesome place...&lt;br /&gt;I went along with my parents and cruised across from Kochi to an Island Resort, and spent close to a week there....lying on the beach..and watching the Sunset in the beautiful horizon and also the Night sky for shooting stars...one hell of a vacation....will upload most of the pics I took &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/1600/sunset2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/1600/sunset2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;soon..... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/1600/sunset2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/1600/beaches-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-113152761823764416?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/113152761823764416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=113152761823764416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/113152761823764416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/113152761823764416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2005/11/best-holiday-ever.html' title='Best Holiday ever....'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-112866246363618255</id><published>2005-10-07T06:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T08:43:09.690Z</updated><title type='text'>feels good to get back...</title><content type='html'>Yipee ! ! ...........the Training is over ! !&lt;br /&gt;Started my Training program on 1st of August and went on till 4th of October. Two months of confinement has taken a lot out of me. I made a whole bunch of new friends and learnt a lot of stuff. I infact started blogging in the early days of training, when the schedule was relaxed and besides, I was the only one who had 24 hours internet access :)&lt;br /&gt;I am back in my beautiful city and now in my very own Den, as I write this Post.....I sure am delighted to be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-112866246363618255?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112866246363618255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=112866246363618255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/112866246363618255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/112866246363618255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2005/10/feels-good-to-get-back.html' title='feels good to get back...'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-112865909615807654</id><published>2005-10-07T05:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T10:22:13.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Advertising....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/1600/pepsi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/320/pepsi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We all know that Coca-Cola n Pepsi have been the most competitive beverage companies .....Take a look at this hoarding by Pepsi. This building is on TTK Road, Chennai. Coca Cola has occupied the 2nd floor for their sales &amp;amp; marketing office and recently fixed a board. Two days later Pepsi put up a board in the same building where they have no retail outlet ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dil Maange More ! ! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-112865909615807654?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112865909615807654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=112865909615807654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/112865909615807654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/112865909615807654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2005/10/smart-advertising.html' title='Smart Advertising....'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-112635442333350226</id><published>2005-09-10T13:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T05:55:21.150Z</updated><title type='text'>A good break......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/1600/Img(272)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally got a break from all the stupid assignments I have been doing for over a month now...and so did all my friends here in Mysore..we finished up the pending work the previous day and wanted a day for ourselves...just to be ourselves..&lt;br /&gt;We started planning...with Bandipur being the top of the list, followed by Ranganthitu bird sanctuary, Tippu's Summer palace n Brindhavan Gardens....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/1600/Img(268)2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achut,Srikanth,Easwar,Uppili and myself planned to leave the campus by 9:00 in the morning but managed to drop out of the campus only by 11:00...all set, we realized that Bandipur was already out of the list as it would take 3 hrs just to reach...so the next on the list was the Bird Sanctuary and boarded the bus to Ranganthitu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/1600/Img(277)2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="196" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/200/Img%28277%291.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus pulled off at a spot not very close to the sanctuary and we had to take a 15 minute walk to the entrance. The rich green fields on one side, clear waters on the other and the fresh air around us....was a welcoming experience....myself n Achut were already looking for spots to explore our photographic instincts.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached, it was really sad to know that boating was closed due to floods which hit a few parts of Karnataka last month...and much of the natural habitat was destroyed...we had no choice...fingers crossed we hoped to see at least one bird ...the place looked rather deserted, except for a few crows and walkways leading nowhere....we just had a light snack n were out of the place soon..&lt;br /&gt;The walk back to the pickup point was all fun...All of us finally got to be ourselves...we were taking snaps for almost every 5 seconds....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next pitstop was at Tippu's Summer palace in Srirangapatna.....the ride back in time was memorable...when I walked thru those abandoned fort walls...I felt a deep sense of emptiness in me...I would have loved to see how life was in those days ! ! if only that could be possible....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/1600/Img(287).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="175" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/320/Img%28287%29.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fail to understand why places of such historical importance have been maintained badly...The palace is in bad shape n the paint on the ceilings are beginning to peel off...&lt;br /&gt;The summer palace would have been a lovely place to be...during Tippu's time...It is totally made of teak wood and the paintings are a blend of Persian and Indian style of art. The paintings said a lot about their lifestyle n the wars they fought ! ! ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one thing that I really feel sad about. The fact that all the artifacts and&lt;br /&gt;the most expensive jewels of Tippu Sultan are now in different museums across Europe and none in India is unfair…..it somehow just doesn’t seem right. We sat down in the gardens, which once upon a time was a playground for the children of Tippu Sultan….I looked at the Empty Palace and could see the dream of a brave Sultan left unfulfilled…..well….History always amazes me….and that’s the reason we call it history…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were soon on our way back to Infy, happy having spent the entire day having fun and were waiting to get back to our rooms and have a good night’s sleep…..the next day, life was gonna get back to what it was the day earlier...we had to get back to our training rooms…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-112635442333350226?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112635442333350226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=112635442333350226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/112635442333350226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/112635442333350226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2005/09/good-break.html' title='A good break......'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-112557553968321944</id><published>2005-09-01T12:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T06:17:14.140Z</updated><title type='text'>The Summer of 2000......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/1600/Image(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/320/Image%28008%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here I am ....this is me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wanting to write about my Gang back in Blore for a long time now......&lt;br /&gt;finally the time has come.....&lt;br /&gt;it was the best thing that ever happened to me......&lt;br /&gt;Im sure its the way each one of us in the gang feels about it......&lt;br /&gt;We all first met up at Engineering College.....&lt;br /&gt;first things first..the Gang consists of the following Gangsters,&lt;br /&gt;in order of the most notorious.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Vishwas alias dabba - Bhai of the Gang, the biggest Criminal...has been spotted in all the Girls' Colleges in Blore city....n has been in n out of our great College cricket team....From a Captain to a Ball boy, he has seen it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Geethika alias Geets - Has been spotted spending a lot of time with the likes of Shruthi nowadays...you must have guessed her criminal reputation...gets really notorious at times...has a pretty good fan following too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Usha alias Uzzzzzzha - The master mind behind all our plans....usually gives the idea n backs off...n was always busy finding a decent job n give up her criminal reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Shruthi alias Zoomin - Is equally notorious as the Bhai.....Bhain of the Gang, has a deadly reputation of making even the most serious people laugh.....(has been caught napping in every posture possible...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Sahana alias Saan - Another notorious gangster, who has a pretty good fan following...but is highly dangerous when woken up from her deep sleep...she has been convicted with charges of hitting, slapping n even tearing up clothes of people who try to wake her up from her deep slumber.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Sandeep alias Sandy - A veteran gangster...has left the group due to professional reasons....hez now doing a part time with another Gang in Hyderabad...he has a good track record....and was one of the first people to fund our Gang. Has promised to be back n join our Gang....still waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awesome days of fun we had in college will always be the best days of my life ! ! ....the best thing about our college was the fact that we have had 4 Principals, 20 teachers change every year, Internals on every Saturday and the best thing of all, our college trustee...hez truly the best ! ....people who know him know that Im drop dead sarcastic about it…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly….keeping a Gang together is a tough job….but we have survived it all…..after all the fights, first crushes, fist punches, misunderstandings….we are proud that we like each other the way we like ourselves…..am still in Mysore n missing all the fun the rest of the Gang is having….couldn’t be there even for Friendship’s day….too bad…but was stuck with work here......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good old days of gang bashes are over. We finally managed to get the jobs of our lives….(well not all….but that’s life ! ! ….What you want and what you get are two different things)….Each one of us are Software Engineers now…..dealing with stuff that are very new ….The IT is a nice place to live in ……but not for long…. ! !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-112557553968321944?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112557553968321944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=112557553968321944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/112557553968321944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/112557553968321944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2005/09/summer-of-2000_01.html' title='The Summer of 2000......'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-112498735698757932</id><published>2005-08-25T17:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T17:33:57.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Truely inspirational........</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Some really inspiring thoughts that I came across...im sure that everyone can relate a few of these to their own lives.... like I did ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The trouble with being punctual is that nobody's there to appreciate it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; We must believe in luck.For how else can we explain the success of those we don't like?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's amazing that the amount of news that happens in the world everyday always just exactly fits the newspaper. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It matters not whether you win or lose;what matters is whether I win or lose. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Help a man when he is in trouble and he will remember you when he is in trouble again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is not exactly cheating, I prefer to consider it creative problem solving.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Behind every successful woman, is a man who is surprised. (no offense ladies!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whoever said money can't buy happiness, didn't know where to shop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alcohol doesn't solve any problems, but then again, neither doesmilk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most people are only alive because it is illegal to shoot them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forgive your enemies but remember their names.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour.Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute.THAT'S relativity.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The number of people watching you is directly proportional to the stupidity of your action.(I hope, not too many people watch this posting)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-112498735698757932?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112498735698757932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=112498735698757932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/112498735698757932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/112498735698757932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2005/08/truely-inspirational.html' title='Truely inspirational........'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-112470867592272159</id><published>2005-08-22T09:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T12:04:35.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/1600/sports72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/320/sports72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lance Armstrong ... A genetic marvel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         His story has inspired people round the globe...n Im one of them.....The first glimpse of him I had was a photograph of him lying in bed nine years ago, his body withered from chemotherapy. another picture showed him, completely bald,&lt;br /&gt;dipping his chin to reveal the six-inch-long, fish hook-shaped scar on his bare skull where doctors removed the brain tumours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Now, lance is the icon of health, a man so indomitable in the face of every challenge. spanning nearly three weeks and more than 3,548 km, lance's unprecedented seventh consecutive tour de france victory was taken for granted by everyone except him. but, once again, the 33-year-old texan embarked on a harrowing journey of backbreaking mountain climbs and 65-mph kamikaze descents down ribbon-thin roads enduring scorching heat, withering humidity, pain and self-doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Yet, he made the outcome feel predestined. Lance's seven titles are only part of what makes him unforgettable. more than 150 men finish the tour de france most years and many people overcome cancer, too. but lance finished his competitive career as a peerless example of how to navigate all of that—the shock of getting sick, the torture of getting through it and the question of how to get on with your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Lance has become an incontrovertible symbol of hope. his five-year-old autobiography, &lt;u&gt;"It's not about the bike: my journey back to life"&lt;/u&gt;, is now a tome that is widely read.... he reaches something deep in people.... his foundation has sold more than 40 million yellow rubber bracelets bearing a two-word exhortation: &lt;strong&gt;'live strong'&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Even with four or five stages to ride, lance already spoke about spending more time with his children, or replacing his hours on the bike with heated tennis matches against his girlfriend, sheryl crow.... but first he committed himself to ending his career with one last flourish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           On july 24, he drove himself to win the last competitive stage known as the 'race of truth'. one of the announcers remarked it was as if the sky was shedding tears, knowing Lance was nearly through. one by one, the other great cyclists who Lance has humbled over the years pedalled up to pay homage. As he neared the finish line, one of the announcers noted how the sun had come out again, as if on cue. Now and then you could overhear fans shouting, "au revoir, Lance..." and Lance smiled n said "It's time".............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-112470867592272159?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112470867592272159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=112470867592272159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/112470867592272159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/112470867592272159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2005/08/lance-armstrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-112469780384471224</id><published>2005-08-22T08:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T13:34:34.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Three down Four to go...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Yipee! ! ....the Oracle test is over...managed to pull of a decent score...am done with 3 tests now, but still have 3 to go and 1 Final Compre Exam....Holy cow ! ! ....I feel I have been waiting for the break which never seems to come.....the test was prety funny today...all the options of the multiple choice questions seemed to be right.... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz...started off with Core java today....am tight for the next 7 days...mom n dad r planning to visit me next weekend....looking forward to it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-112469780384471224?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112469780384471224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=112469780384471224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/112469780384471224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/112469780384471224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2005/08/three-down-four-to-go.html' title='Three down Four to go...........'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-112466082822862939</id><published>2005-08-21T22:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T13:37:21.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The awesome training rooms at Infy....can make even the dumb skull a geek......well almost ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/1600/Image(203).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/320/Image%28203%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;(Above n below) The hi-tech training centre in Infy, Mysore......the hot seats are also seen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/1600/Image(204).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/320/Image%28204%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-112466082822862939?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112466082822862939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=112466082822862939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/112466082822862939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/112466082822862939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2005/08/looks-good.html' title='Looks good...'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-112465763892043158</id><published>2005-08-21T20:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T13:36:08.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oracle....commit successful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;After a full morning of trying to study Oracle...finally got my faculties in place to concentrate for the last part of the day n pulled it off....(I hope).....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Am tired of studyin.....seriously need a break...its kinda sad when u realize that you still have to go through loads of books n sites to prepare for the tests which seems to be happening almost every weekend....I wanna run back home n spend a whole weekend back in Blore, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I percieved training in Infy to be better than this.....well..this is reality ! ! ...therez no escape ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I am on my way to a Rendezvous with sleep......its an art I have mastered over the years, I can sleep in almost any position, any time n anywhere.....its 2:30 in the morning now.....havent stayed up so late for quite some time....anywayz, hoping I will be able to do the Test decently tomorrow.....oops ! ! today....&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/15620366-112465763892043158?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112465763892043158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=112465763892043158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/112465763892043158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/112465763892043158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2005/08/oraclecommit-successful.html' title='Oracle....commit successful'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-112465403585927736</id><published>2005-08-21T20:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T20:54:51.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;I am back with a lovely piece of nostalgia.....did my schooling in Baldwin Boys' High School n passed out in 1998....those were truely the best days of my life ! ! .....(this line sounds familiar....reminds me of a nice number by Bryan Adams) .....Life has changed, certainly for the good....but I now understand the value of those gone away days ! ! ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Was browsing, when I got this piece.......Im sure u'll enjoy this....as I did. All of us have memories of our school days to cherish ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Here it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Gone are the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;When the school reopened in June,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;And we settled in our new desks and benches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Gone are the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;When we queued up in book depot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;And got our new books and notes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Gone are the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;yetManaged to line up daily for the morning prayers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Gone are the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;When we chased one another in the corridors in Intervals, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;And returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Gone are the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle sheds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Gone are the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;When a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Was awaited moreeagerly than the monsoons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Gone are the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Of fights but no conspiracies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Of Competitions but seldom jealousy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Gone are the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Gone are the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;When few rushed at 5:30 to"Conquer" window seats in our School bus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Gone are the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Of Sports Day, and the annual School Day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;And the one-month long preparations for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Gone are the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Of the stressful Quarterly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Half Yearly and Annual Exams,And the most enjoyed holidays after them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Gone are the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;we lost, We laughed, we cried,we fought, we thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Gone are the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;With so much fun in them, so many friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;So much experience, all this and more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Gone are the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;But not the memories, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;which will beLingering in our hearts for ever and ever and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Ever and ever and Ever.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-112465403585927736?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112465403585927736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=112465403585927736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/112465403585927736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/112465403585927736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2005/08/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia.......'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-112460372212333155</id><published>2005-08-21T06:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T13:44:51.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A new day has come ! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/1600/Image(304).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="157" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/320/Image%28304%29.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;It sure is a new day..but nothing has changed....Im sure you'll agree with me..there are times when we just wait for tomorrow, dreamin it will be a better day but all you get is a day as boring as the one before...I still have loads to study n am in no mood......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I swear, all the Engineers in Karnataka have gone through this phase.....There hasnt been a single Semester throughout my Engineering(Info. Sci.).......that I wished to study from day1 of the Semester....but wtz the thrill in finshing in time.....Suspence n adventure is the spice of life ! ! ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;...those late night chai's, the stinking xerox books, huge lab manuals, irritating programs, frustrating teachers, poor jokes, painful birthday bums, lovely treats, awesome bunks, little fights, huge crushes,major obsessions.......were all part of my Engg. days.....miss all of them ! ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The funny part of growin up ...is that we all want to grow up fast n then we realise that we have grown enough....we wanna get back to our school days.....&lt;strong&gt;' Sad But True ' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am missing my all pals back in Blore ...Mysore is damn boring !! I miss the pollution n noise of Blore...those things really make me feel at home. I guess my Julie(my Yamaha Enticer Bike) also misses me...havent ridden her for quite sometime now ;-)&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/15620366-112460372212333155?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112460372212333155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=112460372212333155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/112460372212333155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/112460372212333155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-day-has-come.html' title='A new day has come ! !'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-112456800082674302</id><published>2005-08-20T20:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T21:00:00.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The maestro at work ! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/1600/Achuta_sleeping1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/200/Achuta_sleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soldier finally gave up his fight...n fell asleep in class yet another time.....the rest of the people follow his traits....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-112456800082674302?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112456800082674302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=112456800082674302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/112456800082674302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/112456800082674302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2005/08/maestro-at-work.html' title='The maestro at work ! !'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15620366.post-112456747526570335</id><published>2005-08-20T20:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T06:28:16.566Z</updated><title type='text'>A brief insight ! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/1600/Image%28249%292.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phew ! ! ...&lt;strong&gt;i finally discovered a place of my own on the web&lt;/strong&gt;......wanted to always create a Blog.....so finally managed to put in a few things on my blog...Learnt about it from my pal Achut...hez the guy from Chennai.....all his accessories are from the US...hez the Videsibaba I know.........the guy whoz always sleeping in training class.....one more pal of mine whom I met here is Srikanth.....the Java guy ! ! .....hez always thinkin about Advanced Java n how to learn the technology fast.....has an amazing vocab of Tamil insults! ! .....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still gathering new friends......&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4076/1450/200/Image%28249%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                          &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                (Left-Right )Achut(Videsibaba),Srikanth(Java guru),me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is infact the first time im out of my home....never been for the past 22 long yrs..my parents sure miss me.....n my mom has no one to shout at.........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh oh ........h&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ave a test on Monday...Sheesh!! yet to start.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;..am too tired n sleepy for today...but still managed to update a lot of pics taken on my awesome NOKIA 3230 phone....the picture clarity rulez ! ! on my space at flickr's...... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am here in Mysore since August 1st...am basically here for the Training course on Java...Srikanth is my roomie here with me ...The sleepy Bum of the class, Achut stays in the next room.....both of us usually trying to compare our mobile phones....(Motorola E398 and Nokia 3230) with picture clarity...n stuff...actually...my phone(Nokia 3230) is better...well the war goes on...... I guess the whole day tomorrow will go away in trying to study Oracle...still can remember the days of Engineering, when we used to finish entire books overnight....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15620366-112456747526570335?l=mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/feeds/112456747526570335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15620366&amp;postID=112456747526570335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/112456747526570335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15620366/posts/default/112456747526570335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirrorsofcrap.blogspot.com/2005/08/brief-insight.html' title='A brief insight ! !'/><author><name>Suraj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17307928300006884285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4DbhBpAe70/SLRpb0on3eI/AAAAAAAACPc/KQ6mFK9BM3M/S220/IMG_1745-1_filtered.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
