<?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-2586040911225167543</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:03:05.362-08:00</updated><category term='new year'/><category term='2010'/><category term='Chetan Bhagat'/><category term='office'/><category term='Sleep'/><title type='text'>"jagguzone"</title><subtitle type='html'>Its all about being yourself&amp;gt;..This reflects &amp;#39;ME&amp;#39; . This blog can be really interestin for some n 4 others this can be another big waste of time .. But as usual a bigggg &amp;#39;Who cares&amp;#39; ,if u don like it.......</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jaggu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116328681216217200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SZchT9plRVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2hMSBvjKn8I/S220/orkut.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586040911225167543.post-46015736974938959</id><published>2010-07-21T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T01:56:33.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My adventures in Amsterdam !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/TEgHK49bXtI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Y0YhwxloSd4/s1600/tulips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496651228875808466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/TEgHK49bXtI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Y0YhwxloSd4/s200/tulips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok,, Stop .. I kno&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/TEeX2gcyX-I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/xOeGZeLdD1c/s1600/24042010671-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;w its been quite a long time since i last blogged,but it has been quite a few days since i tweeted also.. I was busy exploring Europe infact Amsterdam(yours truly says it with a grin and all those guys out there would very well know the reason for this grin)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the late comers, i am in Amsterdam since last 4/5 months doing the same job as most of the Indians would be doing-working in IT industry.To be frank i dont find my job very exciting nor it is challenging but all this is made up when i see a Dutch gal in a bicycle in the street :) . Indians here can be basically classified into two-but they are ofcourse NRIs. First type is the Non Returning Indian group,people in this group keeps on watching 'ye jo desh hai mera' song from Swades frequently but when someone asks them "when are you going back to India ? " ,they frown.The other group is more cosmopolitan,Nahi Rehna India types.These people only care of India when India wins a cricket match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a general tendancy here among our public to join the Dutch classes and try speaking Dutch.But from my experience i say,never try speaking in Dutch.Not only will you get an enormous headach&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/TEeYBrbjUfI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/62oDcl-t5Bg/s1600/495130355_6f55fc440d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496529024834556402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/TEeYBrbjUfI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/62oDcl-t5Bg/s200/495130355_6f55fc440d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e but the Hollanders will not understand what you mean. Foreigners are supposed to speak English or Gibberish. Some months back it was the season of Tulips but it is not necessary to fake interest for tulips, mills, wooden shoes or cheese. Every Hollander knows you came for the soft drugs and the Amsterdam red-light district. Both are widely spread and easy to find. Just ask any Hollander over age 6 or any hot blonde,she might just be working there .For all those friends who asked for the pics of RLD,check your mails now :P&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/TEgHVkn7x_I/AAAAAAAAA24/iz0Xwz-jRSk/s1600/mgtn310l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496651412395509746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/TEgHVkn7x_I/AAAAAAAAA24/iz0Xwz-jRSk/s200/mgtn310l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would not be apt if i dont mention abt the World cup soccer final. As the only hindrance for Dutch winning the world cup was 'luck'. Avoid soccer fans at all times. Soccer in Holland is just an excuse to crush the skulls of practically everybody else, including yours. This mainly takes place when the game is lost…or tied…or won. Because i got the same kind of treatment in the semifinal and also in the final.Also remember never to mention the 1974 and 2010 cup finals near a Hollander. He will instantly pull you into a long-lasting litany about how good 'Orange' played then and how luck played against then in 2010…blablablabla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays ba&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/TEeYTqtxWiI/AAAAAAAAA2g/vmYfB6nW4YE/s1600/queensday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496529333880183330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/TEeYTqtxWiI/AAAAAAAAA2g/vmYfB6nW4YE/s200/queensday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ck my friend Gaurav found a fast and foolproof way of embarassing himself in Netherlands.He went into a coffeshop and asked for a cappuccino with tiger biscuit.Coffeeshops -remember this- do not sell coffee. They do however have a large variety of stimulating products at reasonable prices. Mention not ,Gaurav was certainly stimulated..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot more things i need to write about Amsterdam(Holland has more cities then Amsterdam.There is…eh…and…Well, there are more cities,yeaa there is Rotterdam also :) ) but the length of the post is increasing and i am having office tomorrow.Dont look at me like that, i stopped sleeping at &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/TEeYmQLyt7I/AAAAAAAAA2o/7FIRMYx-d4Q/s1600/25062010654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496529653175859122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/TEeYmQLyt7I/AAAAAAAAA2o/7FIRMYx-d4Q/s200/25062010654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;office..haha. I am gonna buy a new bicycle next week,dont get surpriced.The most important way of public transportation in Holland is the bicycle. Feel free to take any bike of which you can pick the lock. Just don't expect your own bike to be in the same spot where you parked it 3 minutes earlier. Hunting season for bikes is open 365 days a year. So wish me good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this one was not a travelogue. As if you and me care, i write it for the limited audience(5 people..lol).. Chaoo ,,Promise to be frequent here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586040911225167543-46015736974938959?l=jagguzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/feeds/46015736974938959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586040911225167543&amp;postID=46015736974938959' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/46015736974938959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/46015736974938959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-adventures-in-amsterdam.html' title='My adventures in Amsterdam !!!'/><author><name>jaggu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116328681216217200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SZchT9plRVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2hMSBvjKn8I/S220/orkut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/TEgHK49bXtI/AAAAAAAAA2w/Y0YhwxloSd4/s72-c/tulips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586040911225167543.post-8487735248677092666</id><published>2010-01-01T09:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T09:39:32.305-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chetan Bhagat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>All izz well that ends well ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Well its the first of Jan 2010 and i am back. "Who cares, if u r back or not . Does anyone read your blog ? " , that was my friend Sandeep sitting next to me. "Its actually not for my readers, its actually for me to realize that i am blogging again'', i replied. "Are u kidding , i have around 500 regular readers", that was for his second question . Its always nice to start a new year with a lie. Anyways 500 is a lot cooler than the actual 5..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This time unlike last year , i am not gonna put all those things that happened in my life last year. Lets ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/Sz5bLiZTj-I/AAAAAAAAATo/9nEe4KBBULI/s1600-h/new+year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421871255170289634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/Sz5bLiZTj-I/AAAAAAAAATo/9nEe4KBBULI/s320/new+year.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ke 2010 different,lets make 2010 special!!! Yesterday night i was at marine drive Mumbai just before the new year bash and i could see the whole of Mumbai there..From 1 year old to 80 year old, from muslims to sikhs.from Indians to Iranians.. That was a wonderful sight.. This was when the whole of kerala was under the comfort of roofs,most of them boozing away to glory.. Every year , people in Kerala are setting new records in alcohol consumption.. Well , who is saying this.. Lets not go there..lmao .. The rest of kerala was getting ready to sleep by then . Infact my mum called me up at 11 45 to wish 'happy new year'. Then i along with my friends moved to Not Jazz by the bay to celebrate.. Eventhough reason for celeberation was different for each. Some wanted to celebrate becos 2009 is ovaa while some had to celeberate to start off well, while someothers like me wanted to celebrate,just to celebrate..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 was great fun. I had all those wonderful emotions - fun,jealousy,greed,stupidity,love,anger,moments of sorrow and what not.. There were lotta funny moments in office. One of ma friends in office was asking me to write a post about office. I am not doing &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/Sz5bjw9GBeI/AAAAAAAAATw/p3SS1Kzpb1s/s1600-h/jealous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 206px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421871671395354082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/Sz5bjw9GBeI/AAAAAAAAATw/p3SS1Kzpb1s/s320/jealous.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it because its not always fun to be jobless and i am not yet prepared to put a' I've run away to join a different circus' -out of office messsage in my email..lol.. But still, office was gettin more and more boring.This is not my opinion,but of all my colleagues. Most of the time i could see one or the other sleeping..may be they were testing keyboard's drool resistance. Once i asked a semi sleepy colleague "dude r u sleeping" . He replied " Actually i am doing Stress Level Elimination Exercise Plan(sleep).It was fun and more fun..Then when some guysfrom abroad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; sent t&lt;/span&gt;he 'first pic in snow ' photos i was feeling the cold vibes- Jealousy i guess.. More salary was my answer,when my pals asked about job,even in the middle of the night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;N btw i am actually thinkin to write a novel. May be then i can fight with the likes of Aamir Khan. What do u guys say? ..After reading 2 states by Chetan Bhagat, i actually started liking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/Sz5eAzavfoI/AAAAAAAAAUg/uYTFM2MHJZg/s1600-h/ok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421874369296039554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/Sz5eAzavfoI/AAAAAAAAAUg/uYTFM2MHJZg/s200/ok.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a gal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;from a differ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ent state.. I think Chetan has inspired me a lot..lol .. There were lottaa other incidents, infact emotions including anger, sorrow and lot more .. But i &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;am not putting all those here now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thus goes by 2009 and i am ready for 2010. So do you..By the end of the year, many of my collea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;gues vanished. But there was no need to panic as old programmers never die they just branch to a new address. 2009-it was all happy and gay. Yeaa there was also section 377 law in 2009.. How does that matter,anyways..lol.. So all izz well, that ends well!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy new year...:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586040911225167543-8487735248677092666?l=jagguzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/feeds/8487735248677092666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586040911225167543&amp;postID=8487735248677092666' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/8487735248677092666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/8487735248677092666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-izz-well-that-ends-well.html' title='All izz well that ends well ..'/><author><name>jaggu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116328681216217200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SZchT9plRVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2hMSBvjKn8I/S220/orkut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/Sz5bLiZTj-I/AAAAAAAAATo/9nEe4KBBULI/s72-c/new+year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586040911225167543.post-7910536341421861790</id><published>2009-09-19T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T13:44:16.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons change.. Do we ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SrVBreW4aDI/AAAAAAAAAOw/TEaW3o-swk4/s1600-h/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 167px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SrVBreW4aDI/AAAAAAAAAOw/TEaW3o-swk4/s320/blog2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383281144730511410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seasons change .. Do we ? Its been around 2 years in Mumbai ... Many seasons have changed and the vicious circle is goin on n on... Am i still the same? Have the people around me changed ? Lotta questions...But very few answers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to see a mallu movie 'Rithu' somedays back, n the theme of the movie was the same... Now beleieve me guys, its not the kindaa movie u see when u go 4 a  google search on 'mallu movie'.. It was different.. So i think its betta to put it as a malayalam movie rather than a mallu one...lol.. Now lemme comeback... In the last two years, lotta things have changed... I have become more care free about life... They say, u becom serious wen u grow .. But in my case, its just the opposite... It was raining here in summer n it is hot n humid on a winter .. Its d same with me..i have become more unpreditable..It may be the same with most of you.. But who cares, rt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now dont get me wrong.. This is not a post on meteorology or seasons.. I was just tryin to do the simile, metaphor thing.. u kno...But times have changed.. I remember the day when my eyes lit up,when dad gifted me a Nokia 3310,some 5 years ago.. now i went 4 for a Nokia 5800 touch phone, jus because i w&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SrVByq6WYUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/vz6tU1rg8bo/s1600-h/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SrVByq6WYUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/vz6tU1rg8bo/s320/blog1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383281268359586114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anted a change .. Our priorities have shifted..  I used to be really happy when i had a pocket money of  1 k .. But now i find a salary of 25 K jus 'not enuf'...n the major change - Cochin to Mumbai... Somedays back me n ma friends went to a lounge to spend some time...One of my friends,Sajith(*name not changed,he he) was wearing slippers and not shoes... The manager of pub spotted this n asked us to leave saying ' it was not allowed'... Sajith was like 'wtf... this is tommy hilfiger' n all those stuffs.... But then the other guy with full on attitude said ' so!! please leave sir '.. U shd have seen Sajith's expression then .... Man that was really funny ..Would this have happened in Cochin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times have changed.. But there r many things that dont change with seasons.. Wheneva there is a call from any of ma old friends,i still feel the same old happiness... The neighbour's dog still barks at me.. I still love wakin up late.. I still prefer KFC chicken over idli sambar.I still love Mohanlal over Akshay kumar..wtf..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Many many more such things.....But  do we purposefully forget those things which were on the top of our list once... Are all of us oppurtunists, one way or the other.. I am startin to get a bit philosophical.. So its time to stop ..lol&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afta writin this much, the same question still pertains..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Seasons change..Do we ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586040911225167543-7910536341421861790?l=jagguzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/feeds/7910536341421861790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586040911225167543&amp;postID=7910536341421861790' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/7910536341421861790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/7910536341421861790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/2009/09/seasons-change-do-we.html' title='Seasons change.. Do we ???'/><author><name>jaggu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116328681216217200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SZchT9plRVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2hMSBvjKn8I/S220/orkut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SrVBreW4aDI/AAAAAAAAAOw/TEaW3o-swk4/s72-c/blog2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586040911225167543.post-3861798800979121919</id><published>2009-05-23T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T13:27:34.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computers - The flipside</title><content type='html'>"C&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/ShhYf2-ru7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/_2doTVzCV_Q/s1600-h/860181962_7aa9182419_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339114662605339570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/ShhYf2-ru7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/_2doTVzCV_Q/s320/860181962_7aa9182419_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ome on Anoop stop it , u write all kinds of crap in the blog..n u r nt writin anythin abt me"..These r nt my words, i feel my laptop is sayin these to me . So here u go ..i shd atleast do this 2 da so called computer,with whom i spend around 12 hrs a day ... N 4 all those people outhere , i have a very popular nick name that even my very close friends doesn kno my real one. yeaa, my name is Anoop Chandra..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Ooo jaggu, u r crossin d limits!! u jus nw told that u r gonna wri&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/ShhY723OGCI/AAAAAAAAAMw/4YU8055HJ5A/s1600-h/comp260_demo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339115143610374178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/ShhY723OGCI/AAAAAAAAAMw/4YU8055HJ5A/s320/comp260_demo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;te abt me..n nw u r tellin abt ur name n contact details out here" that was my comp.. I am a typical software engineer who nwadays type much more than what i speak daily...But unlike all others,who r fed up of this IT life n d life with computers.. I love my computer .. I am so fascinated with my work so much so that i can keep lookin at it for hours in office. Only wen my boss come over to ma place n ask me if i am dreamin, i stop starin at my comp n do some work.. lol &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don even like to shut down my pc wen i leave 4 d weekend.. I don want my dear comp to close her eyes so fast.. Due to which i en&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/ShhZcVv5e5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/h8QhXQtjwVA/s1600-h/comp251_demo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339115701656976274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/ShhZcVv5e5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/h8QhXQtjwVA/s320/comp251_demo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d up payin a fine of Rs.100 every monday .. Yeaa,these r recession days dahlings..even if u r workin for the TATAs( like me) they wont spare u .. Cuttin down electricity bills, u c.. Nwadays they hav found a lotta ways to put a hole into our pockets..N i seriously feel that,computers r also like us.. So afta doin some hectic crap work in my comp, i watch some movies or play games in it.. Its not 4 me.. Its 4 my dear computer.. U c, i am nt a selfish person at all(atleast believe nw ,guys).. I keep aside all my imp wrk,jus to give some time 4 my pc to relax.. As u kno, all work n no play make miss laptop a dull gal.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I read somewhere, some kindaa stupid survey.. Around 72% of software professional,dont have time to spend time wit their families/friends.. I am sure that this survey is also like those stupid facebook &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/ShhZ3CcW6UI/AAAAAAAAANA/GbqDfAAU0es/s1600-h/72140651_ed4ca601e3_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339116160331213122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/ShhZ3CcW6UI/AAAAAAAAANA/GbqDfAAU0es/s320/72140651_ed4ca601e3_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;quizes (Amith always end up a SRK or a hunk with n number crushes etc in those)..Nw u kno wat i mean, even if u don kno him.. I have lotta time to be in touch with my friends..Infact i talk wit mor no o ma friends thru ma comp daily..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;" Hey enuf enuf!! u r startin to say non sense as usual,bt this time about me"..My comp is gettin angry, i think i shud stop nw bcos even tomo i need to move ma fingers on her...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/2586040911225167543-3861798800979121919?l=jagguzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/feeds/3861798800979121919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586040911225167543&amp;postID=3861798800979121919' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/3861798800979121919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/3861798800979121919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/2009/05/computers-flipside.html' title='Computers - The flipside'/><author><name>jaggu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116328681216217200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SZchT9plRVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2hMSBvjKn8I/S220/orkut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/ShhYf2-ru7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/_2doTVzCV_Q/s72-c/860181962_7aa9182419_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586040911225167543.post-2366706452474143933</id><published>2009-05-21T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T14:15:40.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outta my zone... Pot pourri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/ShW99JXvZiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/SZW-Cd23Qt4/s1600-h/491760049_4124fa07c2_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338381791502755362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/ShW99JXvZiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/SZW-Cd23Qt4/s320/491760049_4124fa07c2_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its nt hot summer anymore..its nt the same place anymore..its nt the same mood anymore.. But i still feel bored..I still feel to kick my friend's ass 4 no reason... Yeaa , i am still me..Then y was it that,there were no posts here 4 d last 2 mnths... Was it d so called writer's block? Was it that i was too busy ? Was it that i was insecure of fakeiplplayer(lol..wat d heck) ? Was it that i didn jus do it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;woohoo,lotta questions... But how does these matter anymore.. N who cares abt those... I am back n am still me, very ME. Lotta things r still goin ovaaa my head n some r still hitting on my head back.. I try to dodge but in vain.. More imprtntly Mumbai Indians r outaa IPL, its slowly startin to rain here,n congress r back.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thot of nt mentionin abt fakeiplplayer here..But still, here u go . i feel he is jus a no guts guy.. I always loved a real nobody rather than a fake somebody. But i shd say, it was way mor interstin than any of the KKR matches.. Yeaa..yeaa.. i kno they pulled 2 off at last, but hw does that help wen u lose a straight ten.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;N btw, it was my bday,somedays back.. Till this may 2nd, i din know that friends r more strong on ur bday.. It was d time 4 bday bumps, n 2 of ma friends kicked my butts outta place.. For the next 2 days, i was tryin to sort out,100 diff ways to sleep .. if u know wat i mean.. That was a hella kindaa present.. So this time around, i have noted all my friend's bdays on my phone.. Y miss a chance to giv it back..Afta all, what love witout pain..rt..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586040911225167543-2366706452474143933?l=jagguzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/feeds/2366706452474143933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586040911225167543&amp;postID=2366706452474143933' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/2366706452474143933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/2366706452474143933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/2009/05/outta-my-zone.html' title='Outta my zone... Pot pourri'/><author><name>jaggu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116328681216217200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SZchT9plRVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2hMSBvjKn8I/S220/orkut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/ShW99JXvZiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/SZW-Cd23Qt4/s72-c/491760049_4124fa07c2_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586040911225167543.post-1034610566254378570</id><published>2009-03-08T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:14:40.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn..I need a beer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SbQpTXOE2xI/AAAAAAAAALo/Dq51NHHVt5o/s1600-h/454976773_b057a29628_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310915273203964690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SbQpTXOE2xI/AAAAAAAAALo/Dq51NHHVt5o/s320/454976773_b057a29628_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Damn man ..we r screwed up.. jus checkout the economic times" my friend told me.. "ET,u must be kiddin,i kno the stocks r down"..,i was as usual in my in lazy best. "Jus check it out,jaggu..!!! This time he was serious in his tone. I logged into ET website n there was an interview of my company's CEO up there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn..the same expression from me also..Appu jus saw this n asked "What happened ???". " No salary hike this year 4 us,dude..Do u know wat that means.."- me. " Oh come on..I knw this wud happen b4 itself",he tried to maintain a poker face. " Relax ,da..recession..its recession time"-he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SbQqdnLDcII/AAAAAAAAALw/a2d1qziNP34/s1600-h/3231702891_5c656d5a41_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310916548796575874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SbQqdnLDcII/AAAAAAAAALw/a2d1qziNP34/s320/3231702891_5c656d5a41_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwh..I am tired of this word,can somebody tell me an alternate one,so that i can suggest it to my team. I keep hearing this word again n again n again.. This was some gud 2 weeks back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recession means a temporary decline in economic activity in oxford.But it means much mor to me nw.. It means that i have to shift our stay from powai(rent,18 k ) to Borivalli(rent 9k).It means that i have to gulp KF instead of carlsberg nw(4 non drinkers,these r 2 bears..lol).It means that i have to watch less movies a week . It means that i should feast on the dinner from office canteen,instead of fried chicken..It means i had to stay&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SbQrAmtraqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Rub_wPChjM4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310917149968788130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SbQrAmtraqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Rub_wPChjM4/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a week in thane hearin all those crap advices from sajith( i kno saj,u r readin this.lol)..The list goes on n on.. &lt;/p&gt;Above all,it means that i had to part from my gud friend Prejoy..He was unallocated for some time(d so called bench in IT).N a week back ,HR asked him to go to Bangalore as there wer no projects in Mumbai..His butts was on fire but it was betta than the fire ,..eh fear of gettin fire-d. He left to Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speakin abt Prejoy, dude u redefined the word FRIENDS. I am gonna dedicate an entire post 4 u..wait 4 it..its comin.. Jus 2 weeks back..i was complainin to everyone around..Its all d same,we need some change,..Life is gettin mundane n more monotonous..N nw here we go,in jus 2 weeks ,everythin changed..Everythin around me has changed..Damn.. i didn want such a big change.But there is somethin in common..I was screwed up,nw n then,bt 4 diff reasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SbQrx0OJSxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Ctsh8sql37I/s1600-h/3121970551_149858329c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310917995408214802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SbQrx0OJSxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Ctsh8sql37I/s320/3121970551_149858329c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This 9 letter word has such an impact in such a short period..(Hey com on, i did count the letters,recession has 9 letters)..Hey guys,u don trust me..then y did u count it again ? U guys r havin emotional recession now.. n nw lemme ask u somethin ,whats d diff between a software engineer n a barber ? A barber can feed a family of 4. (in malayalam,they say , ചെരകാന്‍ പോക്കുനത് ആയിരുന്നു ഇടിലും ഭേദം ) .&lt;br /&gt;I know i am exaggeratin a bit..Bt u neva know..this mite happen in d future..N i read somewhere,recession is when ur neighbour loses his job.Depression is when u lose ur job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn,, I need a beer..Oh its recession period..Gimme a glass of water,instead..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586040911225167543-1034610566254378570?l=jagguzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/feeds/1034610566254378570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586040911225167543&amp;postID=1034610566254378570' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/1034610566254378570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/1034610566254378570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/2009/03/damni-need-bear.html' title='Damn..I need a beer'/><author><name>jaggu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116328681216217200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SZchT9plRVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2hMSBvjKn8I/S220/orkut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SbQpTXOE2xI/AAAAAAAAALo/Dq51NHHVt5o/s72-c/454976773_b057a29628_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586040911225167543.post-2991317751549686221</id><published>2009-02-15T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:03:22.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the air...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SZh3xh72phI/AAAAAAAAAK4/OtokwAecMbE/s1600-h/2408535634_f9953a5dbf_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303120254035469842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SZh3xh72phI/AAAAAAAAAK4/OtokwAecMbE/s320/2408535634_f9953a5dbf_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeaaa..it was valentine's day yday.. The day of love.. ..d day every rose seller had been waitin 4 1 year.. d day every gal wants somethin special from her loved one.. d day every boy takes extra care to make his partner happy.. Hey does gays celebrate valentine's day ?  Appu n sandeep,u can ans this ques   .. eh,, did i say that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hw does that matter..may be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say love is d most wonderful feeling among all d emotions.. even i think soo... Yday ,i saw my friend nithin runnin frm one shp 2 other 2 get a pair of hearshaped balloons.. At last,&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SZh4ArKTs6I/AAAAAAAAALA/qSKtLvNQTiQ/s1600-h/1897462865_03f1d83f5c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303120514210050978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SZh4ArKTs6I/AAAAAAAAALA/qSKtLvNQTiQ/s320/1897462865_03f1d83f5c_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wen he got one, his eyes gt lit up.. Wtf .. jus a baloon n a card 4 ur loved one on valentine's day, i asked... He showed his empty pocket to me while he was holdin firmly on those balloons..This exactly shows d condition of a software engineer these days..Recession is slowly affectin luv also, i guess .. N there wer some atha kindaa peple around-d so calld self proclaimed moral police. These people were talkin all kindaa nonsense ..They said they were gonna make each boy n gal tie knot,if they spot any 2gether on valentines day.. A big F to these morons... But who cares man,,, Love is from d heart..Love flows freely thru all turbulance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N there is a speciality that i have noticed abt this day . Its always difficult to please a gal.Expecially when anger is at d tip f her nose. Bt on this wndrful day,evry gal is happy with a sweet little rose or a gift that she gets... Y cant every day b a valentine's day..Y can't every one be happy l&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SZh5WBpJ2gI/AAAAAAAAALI/gqqud0onnjg/s1600-h/search.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303121980533889538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SZh5WBpJ2gI/AAAAAAAAALI/gqqud0onnjg/s320/search.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ike on a vday? Y can't everyone love eachother as on a vday rather than fight on some stupid craps..? Or is that Mr.cupid is at his very best on this day? i doubt.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But acc 2 me Love is the mother of all emotions.. Isnt happiness there in love.. Isnt grief there in love..Isnt anger there in love.. Isnt affection there in love.. So wen u r expressin any of these feelings,,u r one way or d atha reflectin ur love.. Ohh.. i am turnin philosophical.. which exactly means that i am drowsy..lol .. So next time go slap ur girlfriend instead of kissin her to express ur love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets cherish this wonderful feeling n dis wndrful day... I have been tellin lottaa stuffs abt love bt i didn say anythin abt my love.. Here u go .. Dear i know u will be readin this post... As u said somedays b4 ,thoovanathumbikallilae jayakrishnaeyum radhayeyum polae(Non malayalees pls pardon me).. I love u......N i am serious abt this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SZh5szaVlhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/9XOer1o5SJc/s1600-h/Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303122371850638866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SZh5szaVlhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/9XOer1o5SJc/s320/Love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Love may not be perfect,but its true..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586040911225167543-2991317751549686221?l=jagguzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/feeds/2991317751549686221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586040911225167543&amp;postID=2991317751549686221' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/2991317751549686221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/2991317751549686221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the air...'/><author><name>jaggu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116328681216217200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SZchT9plRVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2hMSBvjKn8I/S220/orkut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SZh3xh72phI/AAAAAAAAAK4/OtokwAecMbE/s72-c/2408535634_f9953a5dbf_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586040911225167543.post-6467712591611865693</id><published>2009-01-13T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:19:39.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohh .. Its Time...</title><content type='html'>Time n tide waits for&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SW0EKSXMjHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MXgtGRhCVXc/s1600-h/2283676770_6b53f8b77f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SW0EKSXMjHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MXgtGRhCVXc/s320/2283676770_6b53f8b77f_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290889712004533362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; no man, so make hay while the sun shines because today's moments are tommorow's golden moments... Hey did i scare you..  come on , i am nt gonna write somethin very motivatin abt time managemen here.  There r betta people around .. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My mom always used to tell me ,wake up on time!! . Sleep on time!! Eat on time !! Then later my dad used to tell me 'hey u screwed up in exam bcos u didn  manage time properly'. Then in the &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SW0Ef8APXaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/DIEMfoKW2Lc/s1600-h/2775603681_54d3222e8a_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 153px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SW0Ef8APXaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/DIEMfoKW2Lc/s320/2775603681_54d3222e8a_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290890083959791010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ground,friends used to tell me 'u made a mess after the half time' .. n nw my boss says 'u r nt on time for d meeting'. Every nw n then i keep hearin abt this time . i am fed up with ths time. Y shd d clock decide whats d time?  Rather if i can go to the time i wan by jus rotatin d needle !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      People adviced me to read books n attend seminars on time management. N infact i planned to go 4 1 such .. i asked one of the guys who was organisin it ' dude when does it start'. He replied ' by 9 .. eh 10.. '. lol..I was really impressed with his time managemen that i decided to drop the plan, bt instead went 4 a movie.   Here again.. d bloody time. .Yeah u guessed it rite,i was late,d movie had already started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Time infact is crazy.. Y does it creep while i am attendin a seminar or class ? Y does it fly when i am talkin with a pretty gal ? Y do i always feel if i had &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SW0E3O0ipOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/prHL9u5gee8/s1600-h/2948703078_aaf30d1a22_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SW0E3O0ipOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/prHL9u5gee8/s320/2948703078_aaf30d1a22_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290890484147987682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;somemore time to sleep ?  Y do somethings appear mundane n monotonous while some other things appear excitin durin d same time ? I cant control time nor do i kno ansers for these questions on time..&lt;br /&gt;But  i certainly kno somethin, its time 4 me 2 sleep.  N nw if u feel that u hav wasted ur time, come join me, u too are poor in so called 'time management'.. Someone please invent d time machine fast .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586040911225167543-6467712591611865693?l=jagguzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/feeds/6467712591611865693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586040911225167543&amp;postID=6467712591611865693' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/6467712591611865693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/6467712591611865693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/2009/01/ohh-its-time.html' title='Ohh .. Its Time...'/><author><name>jaggu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116328681216217200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SZchT9plRVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2hMSBvjKn8I/S220/orkut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SW0EKSXMjHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MXgtGRhCVXc/s72-c/2283676770_6b53f8b77f_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586040911225167543.post-6228036176621183867</id><published>2009-01-07T09:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:33:58.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008- A rollercoaster ride...</title><content type='html'>Welcome 2009- the year of change,hope,fun,love n whatmore..I have been waitin for u 4 qte a long time&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SWUNFUklGLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NElAoe8B9vU/s1600-h/2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288647722489157810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SWUNFUklGLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NElAoe8B9vU/s320/2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..I really don kno y all the people i kno say that year 2008 was either terrible or too bad..But 4 me 2008 wasnt that bad.It was a tremendous experience or may be an experience which i didn have all these years..It was a rollercoaster ride in which i loved n even jumped n shouted at the top of my voice at the highs while screamed n closed my eyes at the lows.. Hey bt guess what even i was waitin 4 2009.. Jus becos i wanted to have a change.. A new beginnin.. But at the end of d day hw does a new year influence u that much,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when i lookback i can see a lotta new faces..Some so cute,some so sexy n of some whom i always wanted to kick the ass. 2008 actually reformed me ,the bitter experiences made me strong n the bright spots made me laugh(well ...actually nothin of that sorts..lol..i am still d same ..)&lt;br /&gt;Let me look back those 365 days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i am doin a lotta documentation work nwadays... i make a lot of excel sheets in office these days whcih make me feel that i am an excel-ent worker....lol..(hey don look like that, i am sorry..come on even i knw that it was a bad one). So let me be in the rewind mode n tell u guys the highs n lows of 2008. Let me key in the pitstops n milestones of 2008 as i do in a doc in numbered format 4 dat matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highs:&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;strong&gt;Mumbai &lt;/strong&gt;n jus mumbai at the top.Its been exactly one year in mumbai.Till 2008 happend i was pretty much happy with what cochin had to offer to me. But nw in 2009 i love this place a lot .I love my mumbai. i have already written a post abt Mumbai..So no more gaga lala abt Mumbai nw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SWUNh-SnR_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/u6_onx8At4E/s1600-h/ccol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288648214724429810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SWUNh-SnR_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/u6_onx8At4E/s320/ccol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2.The lil bit of &lt;strong&gt;hindi&lt;/strong&gt; that i have picked up in 2008(Actually i am being humble..I speak awsome n cute hindi these days acc 2 lotta mumbaikars) . N hw can i 4gt that famous dialogue of mine ' aunty mujhe nahalo' , lol all my friends in mumbai knos abt this n all those in office.Thanks appoos Ruchi for giving it such a big publicity.&lt;img class="gl_bold" alt="Bold" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Lotta new &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt;..new fun ..new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;4.My new &lt;strong&gt;job&lt;/strong&gt;.. Hey nw after bein discussed lotta thins abt documentations b4..some of u mite get a feeling that i am steno ..I am nt - i am bonafide software engineer, guys...chil!!&lt;br /&gt;5. My new dell &lt;strong&gt;laptop&lt;/strong&gt; ..&lt;br /&gt;n many more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lows:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;/strong&gt;- 2008 gave me a lotta new friends bt i also lost touch with many o ma buddies.One of my new year resolutions is to get back in touch with all my buddies.&lt;br /&gt;2.My &lt;strong&gt;college&lt;/strong&gt; life.. I am missin it badly.. durin those 4 years i didn actually realise that it wud b one of d most memorable part of my life. When i hear d word college a whole lot of emotions flash thru my mind in a second.. all those memories.. I am sure that u will also be feelin the same .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SWUOCsjAxgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7jNn_eea_Is/s1600-h/lows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288648776897054210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SWUOCsjAxgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7jNn_eea_Is/s320/lows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3.Then came 26/11..Mumbai &lt;strong&gt;terror&lt;/strong&gt; attacks. It made all of us shocked,frustrated n more importantly regroup. watchin those gory 60 hrs in tv made me more patriotic at the sametime also made me irritated. jus 3-4 days b4 26/11 we were in Leopolds cafe .Neva did we expect such a thin 2 happn there. N also at CST,Taj n d trident.&lt;br /&gt;4.Sharing those sad moments with Amith.All those people close ,knos what i am talkin abt.For others,somethin really awful happened in my friend's life in 2008.For the same very reason i hate 2008 d most..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 is here n i am ready..Lets hav fun all ova again..lets hope 2009 turns out to b better than 2008 for 1 jus simple reason that ' ALL WE NEED IS EVERYTHIN'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586040911225167543-6228036176621183867?l=jagguzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/feeds/6228036176621183867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586040911225167543&amp;postID=6228036176621183867' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/6228036176621183867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/6228036176621183867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-rollercoaster-ride.html' title='2008- A rollercoaster ride...'/><author><name>jaggu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116328681216217200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SZchT9plRVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2hMSBvjKn8I/S220/orkut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SWUNFUklGLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NElAoe8B9vU/s72-c/2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586040911225167543.post-7529160713771165737</id><published>2008-11-15T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T06:38:40.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L 4 Loser..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SR7aITP1d4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/z2YnxtV3rUA/s1600-h/thots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268888450210559874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SR7aITP1d4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/z2YnxtV3rUA/s320/thots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess what i have sprained my leg today.. it seriously hurts.. Bt hw does that matter.So i am nw here in the middle of the nite,hardly able to walk.. hardly able to sleep.. Someone &lt;div&gt;within me is telling .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.'U screwed up&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SR7a8xqXs1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Bzv31Rp5fy0/s1600-h/moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268889351728116562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SR7a8xqXs1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Bzv31Rp5fy0/s320/moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..Loser!!!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such things always happen to me.. But whats d big deal. .U complain that u have bad shoes until u c a man with no legs .. But still i can hear the "Loser" from within me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                N btw hw will i kick my friend's ass nw for 2-3 days ? Hw wil i run n jump into the plying bus? Hw will i run to see the cute neighbour nw ? It hurts .. it hurts ..        Wtf ...when i look at the sky, i can see the moon shining in the dark night .. hey is he laughing at my plight or smiling, as Indian tricolour is on his body nw.. Hey u guys,lets be proud of this gr8 achievement by India..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All those apart,the biggest irony is that i am wearing a t-shirt that says 'Saturday night Full tight',doin nothin on a saturday night in mumbai..Loser!! Loser!! sleep is slowly piercing into my thots..I think i shd sleep..I think i shd pray b4 i sleep..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As it goes 'When the goin gets tough,the tough believes in God'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586040911225167543-7529160713771165737?l=jagguzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/feeds/7529160713771165737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586040911225167543&amp;postID=7529160713771165737' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/7529160713771165737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/7529160713771165737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/2008/11/guess-what-i-have-sprained-my-leg-today.html' title='L 4 Loser..'/><author><name>jaggu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116328681216217200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SZchT9plRVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2hMSBvjKn8I/S220/orkut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SR7aITP1d4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/z2YnxtV3rUA/s72-c/thots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586040911225167543.post-1471714292769399460</id><published>2008-10-30T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:31:14.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SQoIAAmqqzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/O_hqS6jYJPs/s1600-h/csan37l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SQoIAAmqqzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/O_hqS6jYJPs/s320/csan37l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263027910791047986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last 2 weeks were absolute monotonous...Same old good things happening n same old craps hittin my head back... I am not frustrated...i am not irritated..but surely i am bored..&lt;br /&gt;The thots of 'hw can i kill boredom', made me even more bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are things still the same.. y isnt the world around me changing..Y does the neighbour's dog still bark at me, y does the pretty gal next door still gives me the 'who r u' look... Its all the same..its all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oring&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;To beat boredom,i thot of watchin cartoon,but tom was chasin jerry even now n jerry made tom a fool again.Still the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SQoKPR5T7kI/AAAAAAAAAHA/muAE_JLgIv8/s1600-h/catbored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 107px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SQoKPR5T7kI/AAAAAAAAAHA/muAE_JLgIv8/s320/catbored.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263030372153945666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; same old thing,y don they give tom a chance..Then i switched to cricket,it was all the same,fours sixes and out.I donno kno,y dont they change the rules for a change..then i looked at the sky,it was still blue( it wasnt about to rain,lol)..&lt;br /&gt;i thot of checkin the mail,the first mail i saw was a forward(which infact was sent by me around a month back)..Hey you.. I am nt crazy ..i am jus bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the world's second crime is boredom.The first is being a bore.. So i think i have become a criminal nw ....&lt;br /&gt;Then i thot of writin the blog..Hey, guess what i am not bored nw ..But i have made u guys bored..So thats a change ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now on, if u wanna kill boredom,make ur friends bored...Try it..it works... i have jus tried it  with this blog ..lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586040911225167543-1471714292769399460?l=jagguzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/feeds/1471714292769399460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586040911225167543&amp;postID=1471714292769399460' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/1471714292769399460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/1471714292769399460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-2-weeks-were-absolute-monotonous.html' title='Boredom..'/><author><name>jaggu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116328681216217200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SZchT9plRVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2hMSBvjKn8I/S220/orkut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SQoIAAmqqzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/O_hqS6jYJPs/s72-c/csan37l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586040911225167543.post-6262737471266756531</id><published>2008-10-12T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:36:55.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its my Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SPHZoKXtemI/AAAAAAAAAGw/U1mcXJFr-Tg/s1600-h/Image112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256221524119878242" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 224px; height: 169px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SPHZoKXtemI/AAAAAAAAAGw/U1mcXJFr-Tg/s320/Image112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeaa friends.. i know. . its been around 2 months..i am a lot busy these dayss,which kept me away from the blog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Office is kindaa too hectic these days,but those weekly parties,fun&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; ...keeps me gng...Hey nt to forget the dandiya night we had yday..it was awsome nt jus bcos there were a lottaa beutiful gals there,bt the whole event was rockin..the dance,food n allll the masti u know... prejoy n me were on full swing yday ,shakin the legs.. makin others to move it n all those..Bt i really felt that prejoy was really concentratin on the stick(hey u ... no bad thots nw)..It was dandiya..so obviously the sticks...Bt Nithin kd again proved that he is d perfect family man...His eyes were glued on to jus one ... The same old monotonous lover boyy..he he...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last two mnths we saw lottaa things happenin around here,in my mumbai.. 'Jai Maharashtra' is the most comm&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SPHZBFTaYRI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9TA1rAYCKoc/s1600-h/mumbai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256220852744773906" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SPHZBFTaYRI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9TA1rAYCKoc/s320/mumbai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; on word in everyones mouth nwadays..Thanks to the force,the pressure..Whatevaa.. We had to celebrate onam here..I guess i was in office on onam..Nw u kno wat i mean..bt there are more horrible people.Anuraj goes to office say on friday mornin n come back on sunday night..ooooh.. there is some magnetisin force that keeps him attracted to office,i guess..May be there is a pretty lady somewhere(ooh shit!!! did i say this).....N btw our real appu is in chennai nw..Yes,hw cn these people select only such kindaa people for deputation(Very hard workin n dedicated..hey this is serous..no sarcasm..lol)..A month back Muthu went 2 Hyderabad,n nw Appu..Very strange..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N btw its gonna be a year,i am in mumbai..From nayanakutty's cochin to SRK's mumbai..A long way..bt really wndrful..Hav i changed,i guess..bt afterall 'who cares man'.....Its gonna be a whole season of marriages comin up..Startin with vini,then remya,koya,rajive..Hey when am i gonna get married..amma,dad are u listenin ...he he.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey n in these 2 mnths,we saw a gr8 developmen Balu writin blog..yeaa ...hey come on..He is the motivator..Nw,he has found anther way to motivate the people around..Congrats Balu..all d very best..Keep goin dude.&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;did i motivate u.&lt;strong&gt;.???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586040911225167543-6262737471266756531?l=jagguzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/feeds/6262737471266756531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586040911225167543&amp;postID=6262737471266756531' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/6262737471266756531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/6262737471266756531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/2008/10/yeaa-friends.html' title='Its my Life...'/><author><name>jaggu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116328681216217200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SZchT9plRVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2hMSBvjKn8I/S220/orkut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SPHZoKXtemI/AAAAAAAAAGw/U1mcXJFr-Tg/s72-c/Image112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586040911225167543.post-44061930731266770</id><published>2008-07-24T12:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:25:13.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be Or Not To Be(an idiot)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SIjWv73igyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qkHM7cx6bF0/s1600-h/blog11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SIjWv73igyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qkHM7cx6bF0/s320/blog11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226663486576296738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nwadays one of my friends has started callin me an 'idiot' evry now n then..This has made me think, am i an 'idiot' or is she tryin to convey anythin else... Whateva.. during my ilp days i watched a movie named idiocracy,it was abt our world,but with full of idiots.. wat an imagination rt.. Hav u guys ever imagined this,the world with full of idiots n stupidity as a major subject in schools..Then in dat world, i am sure Appu wud def be the star-king of idiots(Even nw ,he is.. lol)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what u call life ... guys come on i am nt gonna write somethin very philosphical abt life .. i am nt dat kindaa person who says lots of philosphy abt life n just do d opp when d time comes... R&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SIjaIfy3EBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/u7o-hOQgw7k/s1600-h/blog13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SIjaIfy3EBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/u7o-hOQgw7k/s320/blog13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226667207072092178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ecently i read a blog, which happens to b written by one of my friends.There was philosophy in each line or was it the same idiocracy with lotaaa idiocies....Nw , all of u tell me, wats d relation bw philosophers n idiots.. All philosophers r nt idiots, bt all idiots r philosophers..&lt;br /&gt;Come on jaggu, u r speakin philosophy nw.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are actually 2 laws of philosophy...&lt;br /&gt;The First Law of Philosophy: For every philosopher, there exists an equal and opposite philosopher.&lt;br /&gt;The Second Law of Philosophy:They're both wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Have u guys noticed something, these so called philosophers hav somethin in common.They always relate life to somethin or d other.Why the f do they want to relate life to a river or an egg.. So one day i researched,y do these people bcom &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SIjZ_cvrv_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/9LdqYfrZaYc/s1600-h/philosophers+will+be.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SIjZ_cvrv_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/9LdqYfrZaYc/s320/philosophers+will+be.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226667051634638834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;philosophers.The only ans i  gt  was that they are jobless( come on u, stop lookin n smiling at me.. i hav a job.. i am software engineer..he he)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nwadays SRK,Aamir khan,Amithan Bachan are all writin blogs.. R they writin philosophies or idiocies.. Either case they r makin me feel insecure..&lt;br /&gt;So after readin this , u guys must be havin that 'u r an idiot' expression in ur faces.Keep it cool, its jus tht most of us r idiotic philosophers....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586040911225167543-44061930731266770?l=jagguzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/feeds/44061930731266770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586040911225167543&amp;postID=44061930731266770' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/44061930731266770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/44061930731266770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/2008/07/nwadays-one-of-my-friends-has-started.html' title='To Be Or Not To Be(an idiot)...'/><author><name>jaggu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116328681216217200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SZchT9plRVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2hMSBvjKn8I/S220/orkut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SIjWv73igyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qkHM7cx6bF0/s72-c/blog11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586040911225167543.post-4435267156628967238</id><published>2008-07-22T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:25:13.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Push the panic button...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SIYucFGBszI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4FOx1cuXXtE/s1600-h/Manmohan+Singh.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SIYucFGBszI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4FOx1cuXXtE/s320/Manmohan+Singh.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225915477548708658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What t f.. Vote for note... that was my first reaction when i saw all the happenings in our parliament today .. I feel like sayin this, so here we go ..I think today is a black day on the history of parliament,independant india(if i say more, may be highly dramatic massacre of indian democracy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     R u confident?? yup,said our prime minister n he proved it ..whateva, bt wat bothers me is that same old nagging question. Wont india be a curruption free nation??India- Looking forward to the future , to attain n spread all the glory.But still this kindaa things happen which infact is the biggest barrier for our nations growth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big F  for all  guys outthere who try 2 pull eachothers legs in our law makin house...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it was all fun 2 watch n th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SIYuqqjNknI/AAAAAAAAAFk/hMY5Mgehlyc/s1600-h/0704J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SIYuqqjNknI/AAAAAAAAAFk/hMY5Mgehlyc/s320/0704J.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225915728121401970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e media people made it a big galla event.. Nw u guys got somethin 2 discuss 4 d next 2 mnths..I hav always wndered y these news channels r repeatin d samethin again n again(bt thinkin frm there side,watelse can they do, they don hav good 'news' to telecast).So for a variety,they cook up nice stories with all there imagination n try 2 give it a movie feel...After all, its  about infotainment nw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  i  was qt impressed with the way Rahul Gandhi  spoke today.I think he has a vision,he is more an Indian than a politician. He said " instead of waitin for the world to impact us,y cant we impact the world".....&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt that require a thunderous applaud, here we go Rahul..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586040911225167543-4435267156628967238?l=jagguzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/feeds/4435267156628967238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586040911225167543&amp;postID=4435267156628967238' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/4435267156628967238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/4435267156628967238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/2008/07/push-panic-button.html' title='Push the panic button...'/><author><name>jaggu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116328681216217200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SZchT9plRVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2hMSBvjKn8I/S220/orkut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SIYucFGBszI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4FOx1cuXXtE/s72-c/Manmohan+Singh.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586040911225167543.post-8920566450513170515</id><published>2008-07-20T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:25:14.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>College .. tht says it all</title><content type='html'>College...........&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SIOKYudStSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/G3GshfAN7aU/s1600-h/mum8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SIOKYudStSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/G3GshfAN7aU/s320/mum8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225172150072292642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SIOJiNe4XpI/AAAAAAAAAEk/UTnH4FR4hYY/s1600-h/mace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SIOJiNe4XpI/AAAAAAAAAEk/UTnH4FR4hYY/s320/mace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225171213507649170" 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;I don kno y i took this much time 2 write abt the most memorable or say happening days of my life..This is dedicated to all my classmates of EA07,MACE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Oxford defines &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;as 'an educational establishment providin highr education or specialized prof training'.After readin this, like me all  u guys will agree somethin ,those people who wrote  this didn study in EA07 or atleast they&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SIOJaZ5RmgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mgHpBmD6mVo/s1600-h/col1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SIOJaZ5RmgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mgHpBmD6mVo/s320/col1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225171079400626690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; didn get a chance to c the life we had in our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;college&lt;/span&gt;.. For us it was a place for fun,sorrow,small n some big fights-It was a lifestyle actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              But gone r those days.. Gone r those days,when we all cud sit after the class hrs, chat n do all kinds of sense n nonsense things...Gone r those days,when we cud celebrate vishu,onam,deepavali,xmas,keraleeyam n what nt in our own typical style...Gone r those days,when we cud sit in frnt of the lab n see off all the gals to LH...Gone r those days ,when we cud sit in the canteen n demand sundarettan for more sipups n tea..  Gone r those days, when we cud sent more than a 30 sms in a minute(do u guys rem my famous manichitrathaz sms tone).. Gone r those days ,when we cud all shout at HOD 4 gettin tour sanctioned.....Gone r those days,wen we cud make the whole of kothamangalam dark by jus crossin 2 wires in our &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SIOKFbELfOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3enytlbJ5qQ/s1600-h/mum6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SIOKFbELfOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3enytlbJ5qQ/s320/mum6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225171818449173730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lab.....Oooh, nw i do get the real meaning of nostalgia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Those days were soo amazing..I still rem the last day of college,wen all of us were cryin as if we all cud predict the future that, we all r neva eva gonna meet again..I was too optimistic then..Then wat happened to our 1st reunion,even i cudn make it there.. Take a few sec to think my dear frns, havn we lost ourselves,hweva we all can escape sayin onethin- 'very busy da..,thats y..'.Its true that we all hav moved into a new phase of life .Thanks to God for those gr8 memories,wen we rem those days in a rainy day like this we r all able to relive those days ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        It was in those days that i saw max  no.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SIOKovRdu7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/n3EdLumkoSE/s1600-h/mum5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SIOKovRdu7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/n3EdLumkoSE/s320/mum5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225172425169025970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of movies...Mammooka n lalettan fans fight after each release is still strikin my heart,if nt my ears....Somedays people like me noble,aliyan,koya .. had gone 4 the mornin show n came back after watchin all the 3 shows ..... N our tours &amp;amp; minitours,those were awsome ..Enthusiasm that we all had gettin ready 4 a tour n the whole exhausted comeback .....It was durin this period that i realised n cherished the real value of friendship.I am sure each one of u will be feelin the same ..Every new day was a celebration, while aju was busy plannin next days' pgm,aliyan was busy doin wat he loves,doin nothin...The Mbaaaae ,pimpoooji,palam sounds in the canteen.The laddu distribution we had fo absolute no reasons .N all of us tappin our feet for anuraj's music.. Speakin abt anuraj's music, it has undergone a drastic change... N i am happy that this transition happned in front of ma eyes..Those days he used to sing kozhinju , but nw he sings tere bin tere bin ...What might b the reason?? may b hindi gals don understnd malayalam or may b malayalam is nt his kindaa music... But one thing is the same now &amp;amp; then,after he sings all of us stand n applaud....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gettin late n the rain has stopped . I am gonna sleep,but deep within i hav this feeling' If those days r back again,nt 4 anythin else, jus to laugh,cry n LIVE'..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586040911225167543-8920566450513170515?l=jagguzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/feeds/8920566450513170515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586040911225167543&amp;postID=8920566450513170515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/8920566450513170515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/8920566450513170515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/2008/07/college-tht-says-it-all.html' title='College .. tht says it all'/><author><name>jaggu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116328681216217200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SZchT9plRVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2hMSBvjKn8I/S220/orkut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SIOKYudStSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/G3GshfAN7aU/s72-c/mum8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586040911225167543.post-1796312717510754208</id><published>2008-07-19T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:25:15.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faggers Stop..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                              &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faggers Stop..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SILeodEidcI/AAAAAAAAADw/JeNwhpicTtw/s1600-h/mum1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SILeodEidcI/AAAAAAAAADw/JeNwhpicTtw/s320/mum1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224983304282994114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            So its high time that i write something abt cigarrettes ,,.,. Muthu was irritatin me a lot  2 do this.... even i thot cigarrette needs to get some space,after all its  the closest thing to our lips,rt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don kno what attracted me towards smoking..may be the style, may be the feel or may be i jus wanted 2 try.&lt;br /&gt;                2 weeks back ,we celebrated 'anti smoking' day in our office &amp;amp; there were lots of competitions on dat day like posters ,slogans etc.....Guess who gt the 1st prize for it..yeeeaaa Me.. I wanted a zippo lighter as the gift,bt i gt something else.. Anyways that was fun... Everyone who knew i smoke was laughing there heart out when i collected the prize..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays back one of my friends asked me'' jaggu y do u smoke'', i said' I read somewhere that passive smoking is more injurious to health, so i started active smoking'..I have always wondered, what mad&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SILg6xK_sNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7So1LWzaRcA/s1600-h/mum2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SILg6xK_sNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7So1LWzaRcA/s320/mum2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224985817939685586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e me n muthu this close- may be its d fag we hold...So its highly imp 2 write somethin abt my friend muthu,when i write abt cigrette.. To start with, he likes smoking,durin our ilp days i rem we sittin in the corridor of Exec hostel with cig in one hand &amp;amp; eyes  on something else...I was curious 2 kno y he smoked,he replied..'' whenever i feel like paying tax to the govt, i smoke"... Unbelievable ans ,isnt it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever may be the reasons,all smokers will agree to one pt..When we think of the poor families of all the people working in cigarette factories,hw can we quit smoking.They all will become jobless which may result in lottaa bad things, u c...So isnt smoking a kind of charity,yes it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all of u out there,be part of a gr8 charity initiative, start lighting up ur fags..Its nw or never..he he..lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SILjrDB-g5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/RWTs3YxQf0Q/s1600-h/mum5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SILjrDB-g5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/RWTs3YxQf0Q/s320/mum5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224988846390674322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If Prometheus had stolen fire from heaven in order to light his cigarette, they would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ve let him do it." -&lt;br /&gt;Ned Rival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586040911225167543-1796312717510754208?l=jagguzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/feeds/1796312717510754208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586040911225167543&amp;postID=1796312717510754208' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/1796312717510754208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/1796312717510754208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/2008/07/faggers-stop.html' title='Faggers Stop..'/><author><name>jaggu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116328681216217200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SZchT9plRVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2hMSBvjKn8I/S220/orkut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SILeodEidcI/AAAAAAAAADw/JeNwhpicTtw/s72-c/mum1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586040911225167543.post-5155465814085841764</id><published>2008-07-19T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:25:16.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SII-bkPdrHI/AAAAAAAAACw/I0CcW1fBryQ/s1600-h/Image0421_filtered.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 129px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SII-bkPdrHI/AAAAAAAAACw/I0CcW1fBryQ/s320/Image0421_filtered.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224807161009122418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUMBAI meri jaan....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a movie name rt ..'Mumbai meri jaan'...Nw no prizes for guessing what i am gonna write this time around..Yes u r all rt ,its about Mumbai . I don kno hw this happened, bt in the last 5 mnths there has been some kindaa affinity developin between me n Mumbai ,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;wait a sec, i am nt gonna write a borin travelogue, relax guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SIJAxK1nqGI/AAAAAAAAADI/vEgEynHAevY/s1600-h/mumbai3.jpg"&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What d heck!!!!' I am sure this is the feelin some of u will b havin nw .' Hw can someone change his opinion like this'..Very true..  Bt infact, i don really kno why i hated mumbai in the first 2 mnths of mumbai life ...May be bcos the anger or dismay (of nt gettin a transfer to chennai was &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SIJBRDKJzoI/AAAAAAAAADY/jpZBzbQc5X0/s1600-h/mumbai3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SIJBRDKJzoI/AAAAAAAAADY/jpZBzbQc5X0/s320/mumbai3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224810278864670338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eatin ma head, n this inturn caused me feel that way.. Nw that attempt 4 transfer is all done  n i am qte happy with my life.....I started lookin at Mumbai, may be into mumbai .... N i cud find that i am gettin d same rare feeling ,while walkin thru d streets of mumbai, which i  had after havin 5 - 6 shots of vodka. If u kno what i mean.. if nt .. its Extreme happiness&lt;br /&gt;+ smethin else ,which i don know hw 2 describe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit!! let me come 2 d topic... I don kno hw many people amng us r lucky enough to get Balu's weekly newsletter  nwadays .I am fortunate enuf to get it anyway( come on guys ,,, i mean it ..lol ... i reaaaallly mean it .. he he). In that , &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SII-pwtwWPI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iKZAsFwqZOc/s1600-h/mumbai1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SII-pwtwWPI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iKZAsFwqZOc/s320/mumbai1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224807404875569394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;balu had written abt many things... one of them was abt makin decisions .. Nw whats wrong with this guy,jaggu he is linkin 2 very different thingss....yeaa thts rt ,,,, I said this bcos, i made a very big decision .. nw whats dat decision , u will come 2 kno abt it ...&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;           Mumbai, i prefer 2 call it as city of dreams  or may be city of love or city of vision.. Bt these all are js nt the rt oneliner 4 Mumbai..Mumbai is the city of babes .. Yes i mean it ,,mumbai gals r awsome .. their attitude rocks ..reallyyy is it,if u ask me ... i don kno .. bt they r a treat to watch  .. n nw Nithin kd  wont deny this fact as he is a guy with lots of sneha-m nwadays......Everyothr day Prejoy used to go for joggin(nithin n me wanted to go ..bt after a single day of joggin ,i found out somethin, u cant do 2 things at d sametime-sleeping n running... so i chose to sleep..)N y was prejoy goin 4 joggin everyday at 6..simple 2 check the gals who came for joggin in d mornin ...N just nt  becos he is as 'health concient' as Appu.. Nw this is an unknown fact -- like some people have fascination for cars,others bikes ,some others babes, for me babes n food, appu has this strange fascination for medicines.. Every mornin wen all of us check out the ads in the newspaper to find outt the so 'upto 50% off' in all clothes , appu quickly grabs d paper n check for such offers 4 antibiotics n starts complainin sayin 'dose people doesnt market antibiotics properly' etc etc... lol ,..... Its heard that appu is gonna write his autobiography soon with the title 'My experiments with antibiotics'.... What crap ..is it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till d day i landed in mumbai i never knew radio was this much popular ..Bt nw i kno d imp of radio , if nt atleast in mumbai.....The headset has becom an inevitable part for an avg mumbaikar...N those RJs keep on sayin some 'big piece of shit' . R they radio jockeys or radio     jockers.. Actually i shldnt generalise, there  r good RJs n stations as well....  Wen i put d headset in my ears nw, i can hear' Jab jeeturaj bolte hai, aapka mumbai suntae hai' ... what is thaaaaattt nw .. whatever ,wat d f , who cares maaan...&lt;br /&gt;                          N   there r lots of wonderful historical monuments also in Mumbai like Gateway of India,elephanta cav&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SIJBaBHO_SI/AAAAAAAAADg/HqZxHCSIva0/s1600-h/mumbai2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SIJBaBHO_SI/AAAAAAAAADg/HqZxHCSIva0/s320/mumbai2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224810432934378786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;es,bandra fort,Jasjeet... he he ..I don kno hw many of u kno jasjeet, he is an unbelievable character ,believe me ,lots offf funnnnn...N didn i tell u abt ma office ,,itss sssoo coool,i am surely gonna post smethin abt office soon...&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                 N if  u ask me one thin i hate abt Mumbai..Yes its the traffic...its so irritatin n time consumin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lottsss more 2 write abt Mumbai ,may b in d future . Bt before i conclude , i wud like 2 relate Mumbai with a young lady..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;She is half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;discovered, half wild and naturally beautiful'.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586040911225167543-5155465814085841764?l=jagguzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/feeds/5155465814085841764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586040911225167543&amp;postID=5155465814085841764' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/5155465814085841764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/5155465814085841764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/2008/07/seems-like-movie-name-rt.html' title=''/><author><name>jaggu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116328681216217200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SZchT9plRVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2hMSBvjKn8I/S220/orkut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SII-bkPdrHI/AAAAAAAAACw/I0CcW1fBryQ/s72-c/Image0421_filtered.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586040911225167543.post-3090437595426448926</id><published>2008-03-05T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:25:17.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/R87pxYCPATI/AAAAAAAAACo/depXetJ-XDA/s1600-h/blog2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/R87pxYCPATI/AAAAAAAAACo/depXetJ-XDA/s320/blog2-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174330056369963314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/R87pO4CPASI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lgwg4-nQ4i8/s1600-h/b.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/R87pO4CPASI/AAAAAAAAACg/Lgwg4-nQ4i8/s320/b.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174329463664476450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Oooo  shit.. .dat was d frst feeling in my mind wen i gt mumbai as my branch... oh god ;;; nt again ... all my friends r in chennai n elsewhere n wat am i gonna  do in mumbai ,,,,.... Then i heard a sound frm d backgrnd ,a very rough voice in  typical tamil accent or 'accceon' as divya puts it ... "WHO CARES MAN".. yes u r rt, dat was Muthu.. i rem a 1000 time in tvm ilp wen i had heard this line frm him n nwadays even i am using it frequently..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 we moved on to our spot near 2 d stairs where v used 2 do 'RDBMS'.. That was one of d most imp n funniest part of my training in tvm ( i deliberately 4get d nites wen we saw 'films' till nite 3 am in jins' room).Den d small bt big fight with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;divya over d chennai swap ..i had become too  small atleast 4 sometime then ,bt  i recovered soon.Muthu was  tellin me n jins " i hav a gr8 feelin dat u guys will b with me in chennai" .. Nw lookin back jins is back in chennai frm d city of trams or may b even jadavpur univrsty-- kolkata,bt i am still in mumbai ...n still he asks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me "wat happpenned da ,any chance"..          n 4 those of u who dont kno wat is RDBMS: v were maintainain a big table which had all  d details of girls in executive n  was updated every nw n then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/R87osICPARI/AAAAAAAAACY/4PCZP2d2UkI/s1600-h/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/R87osICPARI/AAAAAAAAACY/4PCZP2d2UkI/s320/blog1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174328866664022290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So in this post i am nt mentionin much abt real appu.,as he requires an individual post 4 all dose appu things he had done n those he is doin nw..&lt;br /&gt;He was really famous during ilp(even nw).Nt to forget d famous saying " DON BE AN APPU"..appu was rather gainin popularity as an adjective ..if d words like fool n idiot had tongue ;they might hav opposed big time as they cud hav feared of losin there position in dictionary .4 d simple reason dat appu was becomin synonymous 2 all those..&lt;br /&gt;(jus jokin)            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In d interval,nt 2 4get motivator Balu motivatin each of us 2 become rich n join his-way (or am-way).But d biggest irony is dat most people in chennai fell into Balu's motivation &amp;amp; i am sure even i would b with him if i was there,  attendin meetings.....i am wonderin y am i nt mentionin abt d fight b/w manasa,santhi... with me,or was it a fight.. no i don think so ,, it so jus happened.Nw that everythin is patched up ...i want 2 say it one last time &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                              "WHO CARES MAN"..&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586040911225167543-3090437595426448926?l=jagguzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/feeds/3090437595426448926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2586040911225167543&amp;postID=3090437595426448926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/3090437595426448926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586040911225167543/posts/default/3090437595426448926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jagguzone.blogspot.com/2008/03/oooo-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>jaggu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05116328681216217200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/SZchT9plRVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2hMSBvjKn8I/S220/orkut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOGsmGUyilk/R87pxYCPATI/AAAAAAAAACo/depXetJ-XDA/s72-c/blog2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
