<?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-4142515264486071329</id><updated>2012-02-19T11:57:35.638+05:30</updated><category term='raj comics'/><category term='York'/><category term='Miranda House'/><category term='Ragging'/><category term='Chichora'/><category term='Axe effect'/><category term='New York'/><category term='Friday.Agra.Taj Mahal'/><category term='First Year'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='laundiyabaaz'/><category term='ladkibaaz'/><category term='reunion'/><category term='Sydney'/><category term='FBI'/><category term='tag'/><category term='KGB'/><category term='school'/><category term='nagraj'/><category term='randhwha'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='diary'/><category term='New'/><category term='wonder years'/><category term='IIT Delhi'/><category term='Dream'/><category term='Alias'/><category term='Jennifer'/><category term='CFA'/><category term='Russia'/><category term='Mahal'/><category term='Conflict of Interest'/><category term='Bristow'/><category term='Secret'/><category term='Taj'/><category term='Garner'/><category term='supercommando dhruv'/><title type='text'>Shivam Goel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-1179763406661265968</id><published>2012-01-26T01:33:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-27T21:48:57.313+05:30</updated><title type='text'>VJ=3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;This goes out to this special lady in my life called VJ..she is a star and a class apart..and I must say I have been impressed thoroughly..was not love at first sight but somehow destiny has conspired for us to get together..so it has been all good till now..and I hope its a happily ever after as well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Well I don't believe in numerology, but I do like numbers..simple facts..our DOB are march and June.both multiple of 3..our day of birth is 9 and 30 ..multiples of 3 again..i find her beautiful like Penelope cruz who was the youngest amongst her siblings and the third one like VJ..i nickname VJ as Viru which is nickname of Virendra Sehwag who is again the youngest and the third child of his parents..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4142515264486071329-1179763406661265968?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/1179763406661265968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=1179763406661265968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1179763406661265968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1179763406661265968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2012/01/vj3.html' title='VJ=3'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-1989337624535858143</id><published>2012-01-26T01:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-26T01:27:03.911+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Did I ever tell myself how lucky I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am from IITDelhi and we(IITians ) have a peculiar habit ..we are never satisfied ..and I speak with authority for most of our breed..The day we are born, we get this thing which we call in hindi as CHUL..we are restless..always going for the better thing( which is good in a way)..Grass is greener on the other side..we always see it green..i think there is some thing embedded in our eyes only..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;anyways I came across this wonderful children's poem..."Did I ever tell you how lucky you are " or should I say "Did I ever tell myself how Lucky I am"..it goes out to all those unsatisfied people like me..:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I was quite young&lt;br /&gt;and quite small for my size,&lt;br /&gt;I met an old man in the desert of Drize.&lt;br /&gt;And he sang me a song I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;At least, well, I haven’t forgotten it yet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He sat in a terribly prickly place.&lt;br /&gt;But he sang with a sunny sweet smile on his face.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;When you think things are bad,&lt;br /&gt;when you feel sour and blue,&lt;br /&gt;when you start to get mad…&lt;br /&gt;you should do what I do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Just tell yourself, Duckie,&lt;br /&gt;you’re really quite lucky!&lt;br /&gt;Some people are much more…&lt;br /&gt;oh, ever so much more…&lt;br /&gt;oh, muchly much-much more&lt;br /&gt;unlucky than you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Be glad you don’t work on the Bunglebung Bridge&lt;br /&gt;that they’re building across Boober Bay at Bumm Ridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;It’s a troublesome world. All the people who’re in it&lt;br /&gt;are troubled with troubles almost every minute.&lt;br /&gt;You ought to be thankful, a whole heaping lot,&lt;br /&gt;for the places and people you’re lucky you’re not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Just suppose for example,&lt;br /&gt;you lived in Ga-Zayt&lt;br /&gt;and got caught in the traffic&lt;br /&gt;on Zaty Highway Eight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Or suppose,&lt;br /&gt;just for instance,&lt;br /&gt;you lived in Ga-Zair&lt;br /&gt;with your bedroom up here&lt;br /&gt;and your bathroom up THERE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Suppose, just suppose, you were poor Herbie Hart,&lt;br /&gt;who has taken his Throm-dim-bu-lator apart!&lt;br /&gt;He never will get it together, I’m sure.&lt;br /&gt;He never will know if the Gick or the Goor&lt;br /&gt;fits into the Skrux or the Snux or the Snoor.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Duckie, you’re lucky you’re not Herbie Hart&lt;br /&gt;who has taken his Throm-dim-bu-lator apart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Think they work you too hard…?&lt;br /&gt;Think of poor Ali Sard!&lt;br /&gt;He has to mow grass in his uncle’s back yard&lt;br /&gt;and it’s quick-growing grass&lt;br /&gt;and it grows as he mows it.&lt;br /&gt;The faster he mows it, the faster he grows it.&lt;br /&gt;And all that his stingy old uncle will pay&lt;br /&gt;for his shoving that mower around in the hay&lt;br /&gt;is the piffulous pay of two Dooklas a day.&lt;br /&gt;And Ali can’t live on such piffulous pay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;SO…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;He has to paint flagpoles&lt;br /&gt;on Sundays in Grooz.&lt;br /&gt;How lucky you are&lt;br /&gt;you don’t live in his shoes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;And poor Mr. Bix!&lt;br /&gt;Every morning at six,&lt;br /&gt;poor Mr. Bix has his Borfin to fix!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;It doesn’t seem fair. It just doesn’t seem right,&lt;br /&gt;but his Borfin just seems to go shlump every night.&lt;br /&gt;It shlumps in a heap, sadly needing repair.&lt;br /&gt;Bix figures it’s due to the local night air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;It takes him all day to un-shlump it.&lt;br /&gt;And then…&lt;br /&gt;the night air comes back&lt;br /&gt;and it shlumps once again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;So don’t you feel blue. Don’t get down in the dumps.&lt;br /&gt;You’re lucky you don’t have a Borfin with shlumps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;And, while we are at it, consider the Schlottz,&lt;br /&gt;the Crumple-horn, Web-footed, Green-bearded Schlottz,&lt;br /&gt;whose tail is entailed with un-solvable knots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;If he isn’t muchly&lt;br /&gt;more worse off than you,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll eat my umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;That’s just what I’ll do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;And you’re lucky, indeed, you don’t ride a camel.&lt;br /&gt;To ride on a camel, you sit on a wamel.&lt;br /&gt;A wamel, you know, is a sort of a saddle&lt;br /&gt;held on by a button that’s known as a faddle.&lt;br /&gt;And, boy! If your old wamel-faddle gets loose,&lt;br /&gt;I’m telling you, Duckie, you’re gone like a goose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;And poor Mr. Potter,&lt;br /&gt;T-crosser,&lt;br /&gt;I-dotter.&lt;br /&gt;He has to cross t’s&lt;br /&gt;and he has to dot i’s&lt;br /&gt;in an I-and-T factory&lt;br /&gt;out in Van Nuys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Oh, the jobs people work at!&lt;br /&gt;Out west, near Hawtch-Hawtch,&lt;br /&gt;there’s a Hawtch-Hawtcher Bee-Watcher.&lt;br /&gt;His job is to watch…&lt;br /&gt;is to keep both his eyes on the lazy town bee.&lt;br /&gt;A bee that is watched will work harder, you see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Well…he watched and he watched.&lt;br /&gt;But, in spite of his watch,&lt;br /&gt;that bee didn’t work any harder. Not Mawtch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;So somebody said,&lt;br /&gt;“Our old-bee-watching man&lt;br /&gt;just isn’t bee-watching as hard as he can.&lt;br /&gt;He ought to be watched by another Hawtch-Hawtcher!&lt;br /&gt;The thing that we need&lt;br /&gt;is a Bee-Watcher-Watcher!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;WELL…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;The Bee-Watcher-Watcher watched the Bee-Watcher.&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t watch well. So another Hawtch-Hawtcher&lt;br /&gt;had to come in as a Watch-Watcher-Watcher!&lt;br /&gt;And today all the Hawtchers who live in Hawtch-Hawtch&lt;br /&gt;are watching on Watch-Watcher-Watchering-Watch,&lt;br /&gt;Watch-Watching the Watcher who’s watching the bee.&lt;br /&gt;You’re not a Hawtch-Watcher. You’re lucky, you see!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;And how fortunate you’re not Professor de Breeze&lt;br /&gt;who has spent the past thirty-two years, if you please,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to teach Irish ducks how to read Jivvanese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;And think of the&lt;br /&gt;poor puffing Poogle-Horn Players,&lt;br /&gt;who have to parade&lt;br /&gt;down the Poogle-Horn Stairs&lt;br /&gt;every morning to wake up&lt;br /&gt;the Prince of Poo-Boken.&lt;br /&gt;It’s awful how often&lt;br /&gt;their poogles get broken!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;And, oh! Just suppose&lt;br /&gt;you were poor Harry Haddow.&lt;br /&gt;Try as he will&lt;br /&gt;he can’t make any shadow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;He thinks that, perhaps, something’s wrong with his Gizz.&lt;br /&gt;And I think that, by golly, there probably is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;And the Brothers Ba-zoo.&lt;br /&gt;The poor Brothers Ba-zoo!&lt;br /&gt;Suppose your hair grew&lt;br /&gt;like theirs happened to do!&lt;br /&gt;You think your unlucky…?&lt;br /&gt;I’m telling you, Duckie,&lt;br /&gt;some people are muchly,&lt;br /&gt;oh, ever so muchly,&lt;br /&gt;muchly more-more-more unlucky than you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;And suppose that you lived in that forest in France,&lt;br /&gt;where the average young person just hasn’t a chance&lt;br /&gt;to escape from the perilous pants-eating-plants!&lt;br /&gt;But your pants are safe! you’re a fortunate guy.&lt;br /&gt;And you ought to be shouting, “How lucky am I!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;And , speaking of plants,&lt;br /&gt;you should be greatly glad-ish&lt;br /&gt;you’re not Farmer Falkenberg’s&lt;br /&gt;seventeenth radish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;And you’re so, so lucky&lt;br /&gt;you’re not Gucky Gown,&lt;br /&gt;who lives by himself&lt;br /&gt;ninety miles out of town,&lt;br /&gt;in the Ruins of Ronk.&lt;br /&gt;Ronk is rather run-down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;And you’re so, so, So lucky&lt;br /&gt;you’re not a left sock,&lt;br /&gt;left behind by mistake&lt;br /&gt;in the Kaverns of Krock!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Thank goodness for all of the things you are not!&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness you’re not something someone forgot,&lt;br /&gt;and left all alone in some punkerish place&lt;br /&gt;like a rusty tin coat hanger handing in space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That’s why I say, “Duckie!&lt;br /&gt;Don’t grumble! Don’t stew!&lt;br /&gt;Some critters are much-much,&lt;br /&gt;oh, ever so much-much,&lt;br /&gt;so muchly much-much more unlucky than you!”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;—Dr. Seuss&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/4142515264486071329-1989337624535858143?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/1989337624535858143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=1989337624535858143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1989337624535858143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1989337624535858143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2012/01/did-i-ever-tell-myself-how-lucky-i-am.html' title='Did I ever tell myself how lucky I am'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-7084215410702233643</id><published>2010-11-21T22:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-21T22:26:40.567+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Heart Broken</title><content type='html'>Heart Broken...For the first time in my life I have broken sm1's heart so badly and have had mine broken even more badly...I feel depressed...i am already having those symptoms....dont feel like doing a thing even...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-7084215410702233643?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/7084215410702233643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=7084215410702233643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/7084215410702233643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/7084215410702233643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2010/11/heart-broken.html' title='Heart Broken'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-5473327176751642967</id><published>2010-07-15T10:39:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-15T21:25:03.976+05:30</updated><title type='text'>love @maths</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://raju.net.in/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/mathematics_love.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 301px;" src="http://raju.net.in/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/mathematics_love.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://khushi.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/useless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 489px; height: 433px;" src="http://khushi.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/useless.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Some one has written:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Math tells us of the 3  saddest love stories:&lt;br /&gt;Of parallel lines, who were never meant to  meet.&lt;this is="" plain="" bollywood=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of tangent lines, who were  together once but then parted forever. &lt;aila!! this="" is="" 1="" night="" stand=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of asymptotes, who could only get closer and closer,  but could never be togethe&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;r... &lt;this is="" just="" being="" unnecessarily="" senti=""&gt; &lt;/this&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/aila!!&gt;&lt;/this&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concentric circles!!!&lt;br /&gt;its just diameter which crosses the center -  happy ending :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" id="text_expose_id_4c3e96fac921d445f6536" class="comment_actual_text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and there are the lines in different planes  which will always have a same shortest distance maintained for  life....what we call the friend's zone :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Another one &lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Expected versus Actual Value of Love verus Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Expected Value function y = logx where y = love &amp;amp; x = time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Actual value function is lognormal function with asymptotic curve  leading to '0'.  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-5473327176751642967?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/5473327176751642967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=5473327176751642967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/5473327176751642967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/5473327176751642967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-maths.html' title='love @maths'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-2606428329644076528</id><published>2010-06-13T21:40:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-08T12:53:47.513+05:30</updated><title type='text'>heartbreakers</title><content type='html'>I am a terribly distracted guy...I dont know why....but its in the structure of my genes...&lt;br /&gt;anyways..was talking to a friend..and were generally talking about how airport terminals have separate terminals for arrivals and departures...atleast in whichever ones we have been too..&lt;br /&gt;The theory is that the 30,000 heartbreakers that arrive in the city dont see the 30,000 heartbreakers leaving this city.......Me I guess still want to hang in here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another conversation with a friend...&lt;br /&gt;Friend:: Do you ever feel you've become the worst version of yourself? That a Pandora's box of all the secret, hateful parts - your arrogance, your spite, your condescension - has sprung open? Someone upsets you and instead of smiling and walking away, you zing them? "Hello, it's Mr Nasty." I'm sure you have no idea what I'm talking about..&lt;br /&gt;Me::  No, I know exactly what you mean, and I'm completely jealous. What happens to me when I'm provoked is that I get tongue-tied and my mind goes blank. Then I spend all night tossing and turning trying to figure out what I should have said. What should I have said, for example, to a person who recently belittled my existence?&lt;br /&gt;Friend::  But then, on the other hand, I must warn you that when you finally have the pleasure of saying the thing you mean to say at the moment you mean to say it, remorse inevitably follows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-2606428329644076528?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/2606428329644076528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=2606428329644076528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/2606428329644076528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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been reading a lot of quotes on wars of late...the best that I have liked are...."there shall be peace even we have to fight for it"..I found an interesting blog...diary of a white indian housewife....the girl is a damsel i have to agree...on all counts..gives a very new perspective as the name suggest....this is turning into a nightmarish blogging..random thoughts .....well today i am supporting germany ....my favorite country besides Spain..and Argentina(only because of Messi and the lovely girls that originate in the south-american country...)&lt;br /&gt;whateve...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-6956443510619447315?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/6956443510619447315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>saw the sweetest thing today.....</title><content type='html'>Well i have been talking a lot about what i have been dreaming off late..i initially meant to write one again here..but have kind of forgotten it right now..this one was bad one though..and it completed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweetest thing is the movie..i will just log off..now..&lt;br /&gt;listening to &lt;a href="http://www.musicvideolife.com/tokio-hotel-noise-official-video_b47885d3a.html"&gt;Noise by tokio hotel&lt;/a&gt; ...and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nyzLPsHJU1g"&gt;memories by david guetta&lt;/a&gt;   these days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-6477831986895974581?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/6477831986895974581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-477750858400707078</id><published>2010-05-26T09:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-26T09:43:14.929+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Keep Dreaming...</title><content type='html'>well i just had an awesome dream ..basically nightmare..i thought i should write it down before I forget..&lt;br /&gt;well me and my friends are stuck in some kind of cave/dark cell..we are all mighty scared..there is an opening and but such scary noises are coming over there that we cannot even dare to go that side...then 2 of us i.e. me and ashish finally decide to act a little courageous and try to find a way out...We do not know if this will be foolishness or bravery..then when we reach there..we see there is a bar which is blocking the way and loud noise is coming from the tip which is tied down....we imagine that it will be dangerous to cross it...since maybe there is some kind of force field which will blow us apart if we try to cross..and beyond the bar we can see an open jungle/green area kinds..&lt;br /&gt;and a jeep waiting just outside the  cave..then out of a rush of blood...I jump the bar ..and wow..nothing happens...i run to the jeep and ask ashish also to come over...we will be free..woow...&lt;br /&gt;he jumps ..i start the jeep with a big whirl...and off we go...but then suddenly both of realize that something is seriously wrong....we donot see anyone outside..IS THIS A TRAP?? then as we go on the road ahead..we see zombies..and mummies..and scary creatures..we try to dodge them...then there is a whole army of those..scary..ugly...horrifying...&lt;br /&gt;and my dreams just ends there..&lt;br /&gt;well i am looking forward to the movie...Prince of Persia..reminds of childhood days when we used to play that game...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-477750858400707078?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/477750858400707078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=477750858400707078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/477750858400707078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/477750858400707078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2010/05/keep-dreaming.html' title='Keep Dreaming...'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-2303665160967019397</id><published>2010-05-25T23:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-25T23:10:49.283+05:30</updated><title type='text'>broodish</title><content type='html'>well i have not been broodish in more than a year now..i think its about time that i give in..i am closing in on a 25th birthday and i know what a quarter life crisis means in full blow.. its also been delayed by the fact that my song collection has very few sad /slow songs..but I am almost on my limits now..i just google and came to know that there is no word like broodish...brood is there and brooding is there...but you get my mood right..&lt;br /&gt;god save my soul...I need some serious motivation right now...&lt;br /&gt;i will go to sleep now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-2303665160967019397?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/2303665160967019397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=2303665160967019397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/2303665160967019397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/2303665160967019397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2010/05/broodish.html' title='broodish'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-7681405014565281484</id><published>2010-05-19T23:19:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-19T23:31:28.056+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jennifer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KGB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FBI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Russia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><title type='text'>Bas itna sa khwab hai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/1a/Sydney_Bristow_ALIAS.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 455px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/1a/Sydney_Bristow_ALIAS.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...first the title..its taken frm a PYT's status on gtalk..and why bas itna sa khwaab...I will explain that later&lt;br /&gt;now the blog...I have been having kind of weird dreams of late..in the latest one my family that includes my mom ,sister and me are taken by FBI on a secret mission ..kinda of super cool..right...weird in the sense that why they did not take my dad..I can think of some conspiracy theory on that..If any one of you has seen Alias on Axn (I have always had a thing for Sydney Bristow aka Jennifer Garner...man she is so smart and hot..)then they would know that maybe my dad is working for FBI or better still double crossing them by working with the Neo-KGB aka Russian network...now why the dream/khwaab is bas itna sa..because I donot remember what happens after that..I am looking for answers ..because the Truth is Out there..:P(just trying to be cheeky here.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-7681405014565281484?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/7681405014565281484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=7681405014565281484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://www.fractalent.com/images/ME%20Myself%20&amp;amp;%20I-DK-BOASC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 296px;" src="http://www.fractalent.com/images/ME%20Myself%20&amp;amp;%20I-DK-BOASC.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fractalent.com/images/ME%20Myself%20&amp;amp;%20I-DK-BOASC.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is again going to be jst a meaningless juxtaposition of random thoughts..I have yet to decide what the title should be ..But we should be able to work it out by the end of it..&lt;br /&gt;I was just wondering how animals and humans are different..Animals just need one set of voice/vocal noise to say what they want..Dogs just bark .......Similarly Cats need a meow..and its superior in the Cat family(Lion/Tiger) just need to roar..and it all the permutations are able to convey a vast majority of meaning.( hunt that cat in a pack,Let's all fly south now!" or "Tiger on the  prowl! Form an orderly   stampede!)&lt;br /&gt;on the other end of it..humans use a vast, seemingly infinite array of  utterances to convey  just one meaning: "Me! Me! Look at me! I am  important! My opinions  matter!&lt;br /&gt;whatever..I have got the title now..which I have put it there..ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-3456941745818839959?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/3456941745818839959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=3456941745818839959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/3456941745818839959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/3456941745818839959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-memyself.html' title='I ,Me,Myself'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-2406211251042858002</id><published>2010-05-02T15:27:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-05T16:18:10.270+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Information OVERLOAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://voices.allthingsd.com/files/2008/04/1098.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 396px;" src="http://voices.allthingsd.com/files/2008/04/1098.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..the question is how much can we keep in our head..&lt;br /&gt;To put it another way..I am saying that I have a very good memory ...Well I was aware of this condition a few years back when I was studying but I had been able to keep it down until about the start of this year...you know how people say that I can forgive but cant forget..It is literally true in my case..I seem to remember even the minutest of things..and not only of a little time back..but from my very existence..and I seem to be getting a little hopeless in this regard..and desperate too..Its not only when I meet people but also in my dreams..Its beginning to haunt me now..Sometimes it looks like I don't have a life probably or don't have many things happening for me so I seem to remember tidbits things too..I think there should be some medical condition for this ..I am sick I think..I already had a hyperactive/restlessness syndrome..then I seem to be happy for mostly no reasons(Serotonin hormone is one explanation)..and now this memory condition too..&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to say that I don't remember the song I have been listening too..but I can't help&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to to a lot of trance and a  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=he7wa4Fw2Ts"&gt;Plushgun-Just Impolite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-2406211251042858002?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/2406211251042858002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=2406211251042858002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/2406211251042858002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>wonder years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.buddytv.com/articles/Image/the-wonder-years/wonder-years-60s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://images.buddytv.com/articles/Image/the-wonder-years/wonder-years-60s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while I have started writing this blog..I still havnt thought of the title..we will work tht out by the end of this mayb...&lt;br /&gt;so lets talk about wat has been up in eevery1's lives ..lets start wid me..&lt;br /&gt;well have been partying a lot certainly..and havnt been better wid tht aspect..&lt;br /&gt;luking fwd to a bit of adventure trip in the next 2 months..mayb hiking/trekking rock climbing..&lt;br /&gt;had sm frens over frm bombay a couple of weeks back..&lt;br /&gt;and yea..managed to pull up a reunion sort of a thing ..4 school frens..and one of our favorite class teacher..i dint think it before tht ..bt we all met after abt 10 years..and i mst say nobody had changed much..except fr 1 person (and only i believed tht ..the rest four disagreed on this bit)&lt;br /&gt;it ws such a welcome thing..meeting frm a time wen we were all teens to now quite an adult..into careers..trying to make smthing of ourselves..sm of turned into drinkers too..vich i never thought wud happen in the first place ..our teacher she remembered so many things frm those years..her memory ws razor sharp..and her voice ws like a young girl....and the discussions of all amongst the class who got married ..to whom..how it happened..how they are doing..wat not...it ws a moment to be..and ya ..we got our teacher a wine bottle..as a gift..bt it turned out none amngst her family actually drank....&lt;br /&gt;this reunion ws worth quite a bit..then we managed to pull each other's  legs..like the school years..about girlfriends and random stuff..sm girl u thought ws cute and all..hahah..it ws fun..&lt;br /&gt;now i knw wat the title shud be .."reunion" or "wonder years".i think wonder years luks gud.&lt;br /&gt;can also see the connection wid the serial ..&lt;br /&gt;with ttht i wud also put on suggestion the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0HDM3eYp4KQ"&gt;vitamin c graduation  song&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-5198034512366468578?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/5198034512366468578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=5198034512366468578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/5198034512366468578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/5198034512366468578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2010/04/wonder-years.html' title='wonder years'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-4509795110961129414</id><published>2010-03-29T10:47:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-29T10:56:03.323+05:30</updated><title type='text'>vous rencontrer à nouveau</title><content type='html'>I meet you over and over again.Just when I start to think I am getting over you,we meet again..and though u pretend to be different you still are the same...so when do we stop meeting/talking to actually resolve this thing..i cant turn off my feelings like a switch..will alwayz be ur admirer no matter what..what should i do to probably escape this thing..this thing I end up doing for you...with you ..Next time i meet you probably in the next life..lets make this very clear frm thee outset ..you knw jst cut to the chase...there is no need to be formal..we have met now.so we donnt hav to strt all over again..jst take it from here..and keep it really clear fr me.so that i dont waste myself pondering and probably writing again in my next life..lets decide from the very outset what we will do if the course of events end up being the same..and lets just soften the blows..or we can jst decide it before hand that we wont waste so much of our emotional energy on being just Friends..or as you say best friends..but i still think it will alwayz be the same..you will alwayz be this charming...and I will alwayz be an easy prey for you..&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who dont knw what the title means:"Meeting you again"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-4509795110961129414?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/4509795110961129414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=4509795110961129414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/4509795110961129414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/4509795110961129414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2010/03/vous-rencontrer-nouveau.html' title='vous rencontrer à nouveau'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-2496814083550348043</id><published>2010-02-28T21:49:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:56:57.629+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Black and white</title><content type='html'>well i have not as yet decided the topic of this blog..well smthing came up to my mind a few dayz back...I dont knw if i have mentioned it before or not bt I am a Gemini..So a typical two-face with mood swings ..mood swings is smthing i have been able to restrict for quite smtime..bt two-facedness has become a self-fulfilling prohecy to me..I act as I deem fit  and as I wish..a friend pointed out to me being too philosophical..Bt i luv philosophy ..the way it jst makes things remain grey and the fact tht u cant really tell the answer to everything...Though I alwayz want clarity and things to be black and white...The best thing about my job is tht the performance is all white and black..there is nothing right and nothing wrong..u can see watever u do in front of you...&lt;br /&gt;i think i will jst put the title as black and white..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-2496814083550348043?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/2496814083550348043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=2496814083550348043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/2496814083550348043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/2496814083550348043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2010/02/black-and-white.html' title='Black and white'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-5013711280016108006</id><published>2010-02-20T13:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-20T13:10:21.797+05:30</updated><title type='text'>quote unquote</title><content type='html'>a funny quote i found on internet..depicts a life of a trader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Money doesn't always bring happiness. People with ten million dollars are no happier than people with nine million dollars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-5013711280016108006?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/5013711280016108006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=5013711280016108006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/5013711280016108006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/5013711280016108006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2010/02/quote-unquote.html' title='quote unquote'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-7087023265562311451</id><published>2010-02-18T10:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-18T11:03:44.467+05:30</updated><title type='text'>hey ya!!</title><content type='html'>i want to write smthing .bt my i hav been busy ..friends visiting and all tht stuff&lt;br /&gt;well i saw Lotus temple after a long long time(3-4 years) even though i hav been in delhi fr the past 9 years now....did u knw it had 9 large water pools...and I havnt seen a place like tht in delhi...there is only one i used to consider close and tht ws Indian mountaineering foundation's venue for rock climbing near Venki...if i had all the money in the world i wud buy tht place..and now i hav one more addition and tht wud be the lotus temple..(ofcourse i cant buy it...)..both the place hav tht calm and sereneness u wud want ..plus the view one has with the terrace garden like garden in both the place jst make it the extra special...&lt;br /&gt;and they are in the best locales of delhi(south delhi)..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-7087023265562311451?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/7087023265562311451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=7087023265562311451' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/7087023265562311451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/7087023265562311451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-ya.html' title='hey ya!!'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-7849234972589411288</id><published>2010-01-26T01:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-26T01:42:06.707+05:30</updated><title type='text'>long time no see</title><content type='html'>well ..well i think i am back to bloggin now...&lt;br /&gt;shud be writing in more regularly...&lt;br /&gt;its beeen too many late nights and hard work :P all along&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-7849234972589411288?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/7849234972589411288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=7849234972589411288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/7849234972589411288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/7849234972589411288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2010/01/long-time-no-see.html' title='long time no see'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-3514744817088267487</id><published>2010-01-25T11:43:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-25T11:48:24.947+05:30</updated><title type='text'>and i miss her...</title><content type='html'>Me: u knw i really miss  her&lt;br /&gt;girl :who&lt;br /&gt;me: she used to live in the flat below ours in our society...and we cud sit with her fr hours&lt;br /&gt;girl : so what happened . &lt;br /&gt;me : nothing she left the society..and i still remember her no.&lt;br /&gt;girl : so u shud talk to her/call her up ..rite?&lt;br /&gt;me : ya i wud...bt i dont knw..she left without even telling ..i ws away on a winter holiday ..&lt;br /&gt;girl :bt still...mayb smthing cud happen...&lt;br /&gt;me : ya (in laughs)..bt its a maruti car yaar her no ws chk369 and my dad sold it off we i ws away...it ws our first car ..&lt;br /&gt;girl :(with a shut up kinda feeling)   u r an ass(et)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-3514744817088267487?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/3514744817088267487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=3514744817088267487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/3514744817088267487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/3514744817088267487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-i-miss-her.html' title='and i miss her...'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-2323364788332586987</id><published>2009-09-23T00:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:53:43.734+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I know she won't but hypothetically speaking, I guess I would forgive her and assume that there was something missing in my love that made her go search for it somewhere else.&lt;span class="contentdescription"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. If you can have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always dreamed and prayed to God of settling abroad with someone I really love, be famous and powerful and be happy with my life. I dont knw if still want to settle abroad...bt rest, I want yes all the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Whose butt would you like to kick?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's. I am not a violent person at all and I don't keep grudges against anyone no matter what they have done to me. Forgive and you will be forgiven says my God and I believe in it strongly.I used to keep grudges..bt i stopped doing tht long time back..i say watever i want to there and then nowadayz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Matthew 6:14-15 - "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="contentdescription"  style="color:red;"&gt;If you forgive those who sin against you, your heavenly Father will forgive you. But if you refuse to forgive others, your Father will not forgive your sins."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Why do you blog?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I started the blog for a reason but now I blog for a completely different reason. The original reason is irrelevant now. But now, I blog because I love to share what I feel and experience with other people. And I love it when others can relate or not relate to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. No. She thought she loved me and somehow convinced me that we were meant to be. But when we kissed for the first time it was yuck. I knew and she knew that it wasn't love. hehe. We are again best friends now and she is happily committed to someone else and so am I. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Which is more blessed : loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe loving someone is more blessed because it is harder to give than to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;1 John 4:16 - "...God is love. Whoever lives in love, lives in God and God in him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would have to wait forever to find her but I am glad I didn't have to. 's hard but the scripture that keeps me strong is in 1 Corinthians 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;1 Corinthians 13 - "Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails....And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is attached, what would you do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had thought about it a lot before actually meeting her and it scared me a lot. I knew I wouldn't be able to dissolve my feelings easily. But thank God, she was single too when we met. If I would have been just one more day late or early, things could have been quite different now. But God's timing is perfect. Both of us are glad we trusted in Him and did not take decisions ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Proverbs 3:5 - "Trust in the LORD with all your heart; and do not depend on your own understanding."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. If you could root for one special cause, what would it be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something different. "Salvation for all." because I think this is all that matters in life. To know how to contribute, see John 3:16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;John 3:16 - "For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. What takes you down the fastest?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once rode this roller coaster that had a 1000 feet drop in .42 seconds. I think that was what took me down the fastest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, seriously I don't like people who 'use' God. I have seen many people come to us for prayer for different reasons and when they get it, they never come back. Seek God for what He is, not for what He can give and when you do, He will give you what you want anyway but it will be so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Matthew 6:33 - "But seek first God's kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. What resurrects you the fastest?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever she comes online on msn. I might even be dead but hearing that *ding* sound will actually resurrect me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. What's your fear?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to keep having different fears. There was a time I was afraid of death because I was not sure what would happen after that. Then I had a stupid fear that suddenly everyone would stop loving me and a few more. Then recently I had this fear of losing her because the way we met was too good to be true. But then God made me remember the verse 1 John 4:18 which says "There is no fear in love. Perfect love casts out fear..." And I haven't feared ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;1 John 4:18 - "There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the one who tagged you is?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;a href="http://arushofthoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;pj&lt;/a&gt; was a very different person when we first met, but now she is this always happy, positive kinda person who has learnt to make God a part of her every aspect of life. And her journey with God started from my blog and that makes me happy. She is a bit too shy but she has a pure heart and God sees the heart. I'm sure God has wonderful things in store for her. You guys should ask her. It's a wonderful story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Married and poor anytime.I can work hard and earn money to keep us going but can't work hard and earn love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. What's the first think you do when you get up?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say the Lord's name and thank Him for everything that I have or don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously who will you pick?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that is possible because love isn't that easy a thing that you can share with two. You will always always love one more than the other. And so I will choose the one I love more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am in the right one which I am, yes and much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. Would you forgive and forget someone no matter how horrible a thing he/she has done?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I am not the kind of person who keeps grudges. I have gone through things that if someone else had gone through would probably have murdered the person. But as I said, my God expects of me to forgive and so I do. Also I don;t judge either as to why someone did what they did or what kind of a person that makes them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Matthew 7:1 - "Stop judging so that you will not be judged."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. Do you prefer being single or in a relationship?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I am in a relationship. It makes me feel complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Genesis 2:19-24 - "The LORD God said, "It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him." But for Adam no suitable helper was found. So the LORD God caused the man to fall into a deep sleep; and while he was sleeping, he took one of the man's ribs and closed up the place with flesh. Then the LORD God made a woman from the rib he had taken out of the man, and he brought her to the man. The man said,"This is now bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh; she shall be called 'woman, for she was taken out of man." For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and they will become one flesh." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. Tag 6 people.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused who to tag. So anyone who comments on this post is tagged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-2323364788332586987?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/2323364788332586987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=2323364788332586987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/2323364788332586987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/2323364788332586987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/09/tagged.html' title='tagged'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-4035134681126227518</id><published>2009-09-23T00:33:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:02:48.579+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>have u ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAVE YOU EVER.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smoked a cigarette?:&lt;/strong&gt;ya but thankfully I dint continue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crashed a friend's car?:&lt;/strong&gt; I can drive pretty well so that scenario never occurred but I am willing to give it a try. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stolen a car?:&lt;/strong&gt; Dozens of times!( In GTA of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been in love?:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes,..really i dont knw the differnce when its love/like/lust....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been dumped?:&lt;/strong&gt; no comments....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shoplifted?:&lt;/strong&gt; Ooooo... thank God I wasn't caught!.ya Bookshop and another time at archies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been in a fist fight?:&lt;/strong&gt;schooll..nthing rough though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snuck(I guess she meant sneaked) out of your parent's house?: &lt;/strong&gt;I wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back?:&lt;/strong&gt; I still do.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested?:&lt;/strong&gt; Nopes. I never wish to be either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone on a blind date?:&lt;/strong&gt; I am not into blind dates, have enough worries on my mind already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skipped school?:&lt;/strong&gt;once...lied with my sister to parents..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been on a plane?:&lt;/strong&gt; yep. i love to fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seen someone die?: &lt;/strong&gt;Sadly yes. My grandpa. I still cant believe tht he is gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been to Canada?: &lt;/strong&gt;nopes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Purposely set a part of yourself on fire?:&lt;/strong&gt; I am weird but I ain't stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been jet-skiing?:&lt;/strong&gt; I want to someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Met someone in person from the Internet?: &lt;/strong&gt;sounds exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken pain killers?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Don't need 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flown a kite?:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, but I am very bad at at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Built a sand castle?:&lt;/strong&gt; nope, but I keep building castles in the air..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone puddle jumping?:&lt;/strong&gt;ye... I love splashing...;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheated while playing a game?:&lt;/strong&gt; Every time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been lonely?:&lt;/strong&gt; That's all I have mostly been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fallen asleep at work or school/college?:&lt;/strong&gt; Never in school, it was way too fun to do that. But in college,most classes..my first mechanical lecture to the lectures in final year of Prof. Shantanu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Used a fake ID?:&lt;/strong&gt;to get into college fests..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felt an earthquake?:&lt;/strong&gt;never..i smhow can never feel it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Touched a snake?:&lt;/strong&gt; Eww!! yes infact..once..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slept beneath the stars?:&lt;/strong&gt;yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been robbed?:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, of my innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been misunderstood?:&lt;/strong&gt; When have I not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Won a contest?: &lt;/strong&gt;Now I am a smart kid...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Run a red light/stop sign?:&lt;/strong&gt; What's a red light and a stop sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been suspended from school?:&lt;/strong&gt; Does being suspended from college count?I havent been either...:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been in a car accident?:&lt;/strong&gt; Car, Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night?:&lt;/strong&gt; I like ice cream but that's going way off the limit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walked the streets drunk?: &lt;/strong&gt;I guess..many times...paris ..tht ws life .,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had déjà vu?: &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;Many times. (Why do I feel I have posted this before?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danced in the moonlight?:&lt;/strong&gt;why did all these gud things happen so long time back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Witnessed a crime?:&lt;/strong&gt; If using sms lingo in a blog is a crime, then yes. Don't ask who it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been obsessed with post-it notes?:&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Squished barefoot through the mud?: &lt;/strong&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been lost?: &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;I am lost most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been on the opposite side of the country?:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swum in the ocean?:&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt; Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cried yourself to sleep?:&lt;/strong&gt; Twice in the last 8 years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Played cops and robbers?: &lt;/strong&gt;yeah sorta..we called it commandoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recently coloured with crayons?: &lt;/strong&gt;Left that long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sung karaoke?: &lt;/strong&gt;You don't wanna hear me sing, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paid for a meal with only coins?:&lt;/strong&gt;yes...in europe..wanted to finish off all tht loose change man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Done something you told yourself you wouldn't?: &lt;/strong&gt;A few things. I regret them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Made prank phone calls?: &lt;/strong&gt;Lots and lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caught a snow flake on your tongue?: &lt;/strong&gt;Never seen snow falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written a letter to Santa Claus?: &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;Nah.its a myth dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blown bubbles?: &lt;/strong&gt;lots when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonfire on the beach?: &lt;/strong&gt;Nope. ..not on a beach bt bonfires many a times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheated on a test?:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, but I am pretty bad at it. I either get caught or it doesn't make any difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone skinny-dipping in a pool?:&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt; Naughty me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-4035134681126227518?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/4035134681126227518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=4035134681126227518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/4035134681126227518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/4035134681126227518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/09/have-u-ever.html' title='have u ever'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-5254286821681797792</id><published>2009-09-23T00:18:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:33:27.145+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>tags</title><content type='html'>I generally avoid tags since i find them boring..but i came across a slew of interesting ones..So i will pen down another one..&lt;br /&gt;Here i have to write 5  facts about myself...&lt;br /&gt;1. I dont like to use the word gud friends or even like ppl to call me their gud friend ..leave apart best friends..I cannot reciprocate this feeling..Its just the way i am..its nt tht they arnt my gud/best friends..bt why use a word..it just puts a lot of expectations..Its nt even them expecting frm me..bt if i say they are my best/gud friends ..i will strt expecting too much frm them...&lt;br /&gt;2.I am impulsive...I dont think many a times..its  a gud trait and bad many a times..I remain impulsive when its going good ..but restrain myself when in despair or anger ..since actions at tht time cant be taken back..&lt;br /&gt;3. I am a true gemini..I show whichever face i want to ..as i wish ..and when i wish...all to my wish...&lt;br /&gt;smtimes i feel if all those who knw me come together they wudnt knw 1 common thing abt me...whatever reallly..&lt;br /&gt;4. I have proposed a girl 'seriously' only twice..first one: she ws such an old school friend tht she dint take it seriously...and she laughed it out thinking I am flirting..after tht I used to talk to her in a serious tone for abt a month after which i gave up..she is still one of my best friends...2nd proposal i really cant talk abt..:)&lt;br /&gt;5.Well I used to get scared watching those silly hindi scary movies which used to come on ATN at even noon hours...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-5254286821681797792?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/5254286821681797792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=5254286821681797792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/5254286821681797792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/5254286821681797792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/09/tags.html' title='tags'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-8148664988324367869</id><published>2009-09-23T00:10:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:03:04.111+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>Tig Tag toe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Got this from blog .I will tag my sole blog friend Sachi here...&lt;br /&gt;Be brutally honest. I can take it, I think. However, if I suddenly disappear from Blogosphere or maybe even hang myself, you'll know whose fault it was. Reply to the following questions in the comment box and then take the tag(reminded to me by miss divinediu). :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;2. Are we friends?&lt;br /&gt;3.Something I have and you want?&lt;br /&gt;4.Give me a nick name and explain why you picked it.&lt;br /&gt;5.Describe me in one word.&lt;br /&gt;6.What was your first impression of me?&lt;br /&gt;7.Do you still think that way about me now?&lt;br /&gt;8.What reminds you of me?&lt;br /&gt;9.If you could ever give me one thing, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;10.How well do you know me?&lt;br /&gt;11.How do you see me in the future?&lt;br /&gt;12. Something you wanted to tell me but couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;13.Are you going to put this on your blog to see what I say about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-8148664988324367869?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/8148664988324367869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=8148664988324367869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/8148664988324367869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/8148664988324367869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/09/tig-tag-toe.html' title='Tig Tag toe'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-3769576203665878610</id><published>2009-08-15T00:14:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-15T00:28:49.997+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Phi - the golden mean</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;As the unofficial governing body that oversees celebrations of the golden mean (0.618) on Phi Day,  Elliott Wave International have a bit of a conundrum on thier hands. You see, it's easy to think of June 18 (6-18) as the best day to celebrate the golden ratio, which is also known as the Greek letter 'phi' (pronounced 'fie'). But there's another day that actually marks the ratio even better.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That day is August 14, because it falls proportionally at 0.618 of the time from January 1 to December 31. (Here's the math: 0.618 of 365 days = 225. 57 days. There are 212 days in the first seven months of the year, which leaves 13.57 or, rounding up, 14 more days, which takes us to August 14.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now why alll this crap over here...well my bday falls on june 18th and i have had a luv affair with maths ever since i ws born...now i knw the reason :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well august 14th ppl may also be in luv with maths ...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-3769576203665878610?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/3769576203665878610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=3769576203665878610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/3769576203665878610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/3769576203665878610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/08/phi-golden-mean.html' title='Phi - the golden mean'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-4666798135743353935</id><published>2009-07-25T22:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:38:43.088+05:30</updated><title type='text'>good deed bad deed</title><content type='html'>Now i have read two really gr8 philosophical blogs in the past few dayz...thats like the best week in my whole life...The deep philosophy although sometimes boring but it really puts ur mind out ...I present the following copied from &lt;a href="http://soulintoxicated.com/2009/03/good-deed-bad-deed.html"&gt;good deed bad deed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of us lay on the terrace on a clear night, both of us with a joint lit in our hand and stared at the sky. She suddenly broke the silence.“People become stars when they die…”I looked at her as her face reflected the orange glow of the lit joint. ‘Where did that come from?’ I thought. I figured being high on weed makes you philosophical so I put in my own two cents.“They go to Heaven. The bad ones go to Hell.”A trail of smoke emerged from my lips as I spoke and danced in the air, reaching for the stars.“Who’s a good person and who’s a bad person?” she asked, her voice husky due to the weed, never taking her eyes off the stars.I looked at her again. ‘Nope. She isn't kidding around.’ I thought. She was expecting an answer.“Good people are good people and bad people are bad people…” That was all I could think of saying. “…you know what I mean?”“I don’t.” she replied and took a deep breath. She really was high.“Umm…good people are the ones who have done good deeds and bad people are the ones who have done bad deeds.” I explained and took a last long drag hoping the explanation was good enough.“What is a good deed and what is a bad deed?”“Can you stop the crap now? You are ruining the trip.” I said wiping off the sweat on my forehead and started rolling another joint.She completely ignored my request. “Is smoking weed or having sex or fighting a sin?”“Yeah, I guess so.”“So we are going to Hell?”I kept quiet. She looked at me. I looked back. Then she went back to staring at the stars. My silence must have told her I didn’t have an answer. She was quiet for a while. Just when I thought the conversation was finally over, she spoke again.“If I kill a man and I think I’m not wrong, then I’m right. I haven’t done a bad deed.” She paused to look if I was listening, then to her finished joint which she replaced with a new one and took a deep drag.“…and if I haven’t done a bad deed then it has to be a good deed. I think smoking weed isnt a bad deed either…”She paused for a few seconds and looked at me smoking. It seemed as if she wanted me to somehow acknowledge what she said. I was thinking about it anyway.She continued. “…so that means there is no such thing as a bad deed. Then there is no one who goes to Hell. If everything is a good deed then everyone goes to Heaven. That means we are living in Hell.”The fact struck me hard as if someone had punched me in the stomach. It was the deepest thing I had ever heard. ‘I am in Hell smoking weed and going to Heaven for that.’ I thought.“Okay. So you kill a man and you think it is right. So it is a good deed and you go to Heaven. This place is Hell, and everyone goes to Heaven. Agreed? But what happens if you feel guilty?”The question made sense, I could make out by her expression. She twitched her eyes a little, then frowned. The question bothered her but only for a few seconds and then she looked up at the sky again, smiling.“I think feeling guilty is a good deed.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-4666798135743353935?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/4666798135743353935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=4666798135743353935' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/4666798135743353935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/4666798135743353935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-deed-bad-deed.html' title='good deed bad deed'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-68304269801926421</id><published>2009-07-24T10:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-24T10:24:08.344+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hihghhghg</title><content type='html'>I have been freaking restive for the past one month..gud music is playing in my mind most of my time..and am high on high creating hormone serotonin(and its nothing to do with hard drinks..)...my fingers are unable to rest..there's a constant verve to them..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-68304269801926421?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/68304269801926421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=68304269801926421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/68304269801926421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/68304269801926421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/07/hihghhghg.html' title='Hihghhghg'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-6892037888038117920</id><published>2009-07-21T00:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:54:31.213+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Perfect things never come to an end!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://randomtalkfest.blogspot.com/2009/07/perfect-things-never-come-to-end.html"&gt;This post is a direct copy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;There's one sad truth in life I've found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;While journeying east and west -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The only folks we really wound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Are those we love the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We flatter those we scarcely know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We please the fleeting guest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And deal full many a thoughtless blow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;To those who love us best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ella Wheeler Wilcox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3555/3348151644_f50beed703.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 386px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3555/3348151644_f50beed703.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are not wrong! It's the striking of chords amongst two souls that makes things hard. No matter how bad you may find someone, there would always be someone to love that one and no matter how good you are, a certain set, a certain amount of souls hate you.. for something may or may not been done by you! So true, “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.&lt;/span&gt;”. I've learned in my lifetime so far that you can't help who you fall for and no matter how hard you try and how much it hurts you every day that you just want to be with them or just talk to them you never stop trying to make them happy by the little things you say or do because that’s what makes your life worth going on for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You meet people, believe in them..talk to them, know them..and term them as friends.&lt;/span&gt; With days passing by, friends become good and better. Feelings grow along with humans. You discover love; you realize the importance of relationship. You become better friends and try naming it. Not always lovers, may be best friends...may be siblings...&lt;br /&gt;Those who are rich in their friendship seem to be those who believe in lifelong relationship, who stay with their companions through thick and thin ,who weather the dry spells.&lt;br /&gt;People find it hard to understand but with passing time you stop explaining. You know it's beautiful and precious. You put in your faith and trust. You start believing in its existence and work upon making it never ending. At times, you may fall for a relation that is weak enough that time or distance may separate it. You lose! But don't lose your heart. This was never a complete relationship. If it was, you shall cross paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you want something, you get it. If you don't get it, you really didn't want it at all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That’s why I say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;perfect things never come to an end&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. To &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;h&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;t&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Being friends with you was the second best thing in this world. Finding you was the first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. P.S. Thank you for letting me write the 100th post :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-6892037888038117920?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/6892037888038117920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=6892037888038117920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/6892037888038117920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/6892037888038117920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/07/perfect-things-never-come-to-end.html' title='Perfect things never come to an end!'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-3403580816536905772</id><published>2009-07-21T00:26:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:45:03.603+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mahal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='York'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday.Agra.Taj Mahal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New'/><title type='text'>Taj by chance</title><content type='html'>now lemme begin by asking u guyz..hav u been to Agra and hav u seen Taj Mahal?..&lt;br /&gt;well I happened to be free one thursday nite after wrk and friday was a holiday for me..so me and my friends decided to chek out New York...I wsnt up for it ..bt girls luv this and so u hav to watch the movie with them...so coming to the point ..it ws a pretty late nite show..and were getting only front row tickets..so we decided to ditch the movie..and head for gurgaon..on the way..one of us came with a idea tht lets go to agra..we were all game..so we packed sm snacks and took along a fifth friend and started driving to agra at 2:00 am in the morning..we smhow managed to reach agra at 6:00...i ws bloody sleepy after halfway and pretty much slept in the bacck seat after ttht..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well we asked sm dhaba guy for directions to Taj after reaching Agra and he tried to convince us tht Taj doesnt open up so early so we shud jst sit there..(wanted to increase his business)&lt;br /&gt;then we strted to drive away and he told us tht since its friday ...so Taj would be closed ...we were like tht he is jst messing with us ...so we headed for taj and found out the truth :(&lt;br /&gt;anyways we still got a posterior view of Taj ..not so beautiful bt nonetheless..it ws a good long drive...we headed back home then at 10:00 am and reached delhi by 2:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;it ws a jollly gud long drive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: I could actually bet tht atleast half of ppl who have been to Agra dont knw tht Taj is closed on Friday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-3403580816536905772?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/3403580816536905772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-116185989346587957</id><published>2009-07-20T09:09:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:43:33.188+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laundiyabaaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chichora'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randhwha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ladkibaaz'/><title type='text'>types of guyz..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/rma/lowres/rman2395l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 257px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/rma/lowres/rman2395l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/ear0857l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 233px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/ear0857l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been away for sm time now..so hav not been able to write anything for past sm time...have been partying late till the wee hours and travelling...last nite ws the only one where I cud pack in sm sleep...:)&lt;br /&gt;in btw ..those who listen to Wandy on 102.6 the 2:00am show ..she is back frm the dead(bombay i guess) after a long time..i heard her last week...cheerful as ever...&lt;br /&gt;yesterday a long time friend had come back frm canada ...and in came a discussion abt the 3 types of guyz ...it seemed pretty funny to the ppl in canada he told..and even to ppl frm the rest of india...mayb the terminology is common to Delhi or jst IITDelhi even..or mayb even IITDelhi Nilgiri hostel ..&lt;br /&gt;Chichora.ladkibaaz/laundiyabaaz and randhwha&lt;br /&gt;Chichora ::are the ones (I consider myself one) those who dont care wat they say to girls.they have girls as their friends bt are free willy...speak their mind bt are never indecent too...jst like birdwatching most of the time..&lt;br /&gt;Ladkibaaz/laundiyabaaz:: as the name suggests ..these are the guyz who have girlfriends and are mostly seen roaming with girls..they are either gay or hav actually girlfriends...&lt;br /&gt;Randhwha:: these are guyz who dont hav girls and cant really do anything abt it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XBa55sDTIiA"&gt;Common A dream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-116185989346587957?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-7052454836112792227</id><published>2009-07-12T20:08:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-12T20:40:48.782+05:30</updated><title type='text'>college ke din...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;This one came as a forward to me......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;yeh humara college yaaro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yeh degree bhi lelo ye naukari bhi lelo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Bhale Chheen lo mujhse USA ka Visa...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;magar mujhko lauta do college ka canteen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;vo chaay ka paani vo teeKha samosaa..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;kadi dhoop mein apne ghar se nikalnaa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;vo project ki Khatir shahar bhar bhataknaa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;vo lecture mein doston ki proxy lagaanaa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;vo sir ko chidhanaa ,vo aeroplane udaanaa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;vo submission ki raton ko jagnaa jagaanaa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;vo orals ki kahani vo practical ka Kissaa.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;bimaari ka reason de ke time badhanaa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;vo doosron ke assignments ko apnaa banaanaa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;vo seminar ke din paironka chhatpatanaa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;vo workshop mein din raat pasinaa bahanaa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;vo exam ke din ka bechain maahaul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;par vo maa ka vishvas - Teachar ka Bharosaa.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;vo pedon ke neeche gappe ladanaa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;vo raaton mein drawing sheets banaanaa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;vo exams ke akhari din theatre mein jaanaa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;vo bhole se freshers ko hamesha sataanaa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;without any reason common off pe jaanaa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;test ke waqt table mein kitabon ko rakhnaa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;isi tarah teachers ko dena Jhansaa........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;college ki sabse purani nishaanee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;vo chaiwala jiseke yahan tha ghanto bethna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;vo uske&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  hathon ki Adarak (ginger)  ki chaay meethee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;vo chupkese journal mein bheji hui chitthi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;vo padh tehi chiththi uska bhadakna,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;vo chehre ki laali vo aankhon ka Gussaa.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;college ki wo saari lambisi raatein,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;vo doston se canteen mein pyaari si baatein,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;vo gathering ke din ka ladnaa Jhagadnaa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;vo ladkiyon ka yuhin hamesha akadnaa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;bhulaaye nahin bhool sakta hai koi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;vo college, vo batein, vo shararatein...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;kaash hum phir dohra sakte kahani......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;vo kagaz ki kashti vo barish ka pani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;listening to  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5YYQetE-q4w"&gt;Kanye West - Can't Tell Me Nothin' Offical &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-7052454836112792227?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/7052454836112792227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=7052454836112792227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/7052454836112792227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/7052454836112792227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/07/college-ke-din.html' title='college ke din...'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-3200652659047359046</id><published>2009-06-18T00:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:44:12.740+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CFA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conflict of Interest'/><title type='text'>conflict of interests</title><content type='html'>Now many u may be thinking of Conflict of interest as per the company policy or the code of ethics that we generally encounter..I encountered the term widely during the preparation of the CFA paper..now this isnt about that kind of conflict..I am here to talk to you about the more basic and fundamental conflict...the conflict of interest that we have when we study..our heart is for no study and brain says to study...i encounter this all the time...&lt;br /&gt;I am having a fking headache rite now...i'll jst pass the blog now...listen to ..&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=clY2RAgXpM0"&gt;Calvin Harris I am not alone right now&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-3200652659047359046?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/3200652659047359046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-6473182360553782711</id><published>2009-06-03T23:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:54:37.391+05:30</updated><title type='text'>u2 is back</title><content type='html'>u2 is back in my playlist after lying low for abt a year..will update this blog smtime next week..am off to take CFA test..bas pass ho jau:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-6473182360553782711?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/6473182360553782711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=6473182360553782711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/6473182360553782711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/6473182360553782711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/06/u2-is-back.html' title='u2 is back'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-6515046568620791557</id><published>2009-05-24T22:14:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:04:06.527+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IIT Delhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ragging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miranda House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Year'/><title type='text'>My Secret Diary</title><content type='html'>Now i was looking for a rough copy last nite..wen i stumbled upon my first writings..Its actually my diary from the first year of IITDelhi..Well i first thought there ws no point reading it since I myself had written it but then I thought to myself why not..&lt;br /&gt;One of of the interesting pieces was where i had written that my grades in IIT semester exams were inversely proportional to my efforts..Well it alwayz remained so even after that...and it very well mayb..&lt;br /&gt;then there were tell-all tales of my umpteen visits with a couple of my friends in first year to Miranda House to meet our respective friends :P..and the time we were thrown out of the CCD at K-nags market since we had MacDonald's scoops with us...and the time i dint go to meet this friend when she was going one last time to save myself of all the heartbreak or anything...well i used to think that's the best option ..run,hide,dont talk,dont call,think of bad things about the person to get over stuff...&lt;br /&gt;i never thought i wud remember all this except for this diary..&lt;br /&gt;then there were tales about the raggin times ..how like vich senior i thought ws cool and which ones were gory (there were a couple whom I jst cudnt help getting afraid of..)&lt;br /&gt;whhile reading it i also remembred the time when my roommates found out this diary and were reading it aloud to each other in my absence in first year..it was round about then that i buried it in one of my bags never to be read again...&lt;br /&gt;well I read it and i dont think I have changed one bit in many senses...i am still the same one..uncluttered...frank...clear mind...and procastrinating stuff...I had written so many stuff i shud do while i ws in iit ..i had planned to do them in the first year itself(foreign language,guitar,dance, and what not)..bt it took me about 5 years to do most of them..and i am still a big time amateur if i can call that ....that's for my learning curve..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-6515046568620791557?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/6515046568620791557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=6515046568620791557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/6515046568620791557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/6515046568620791557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-secret-diary.html' title='My Secret Diary'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-4504876858015001723</id><published>2009-05-22T08:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:16:50.608+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Infectious Greed..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SfExVOb1BxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xQ-dux1w8ak/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328094074877839122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SfExVOb1BxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xQ-dux1w8ak/s320/d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the heading is copied from some blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;forgeting that...lets concentrate on my life these dayz..hav been off drinking since last year's pool side party..(well it ws my first pool party...and none after that..) That is abouth 14 bloody months...Well now things are jst waiting for me to get sloshed once again..am missing paris..jst met a guy in office who was also in paris as an intern..started discussin all the stuff that used to happen there..and all the gals..and all the discos and drinks...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;smbody please jst give me a job of bartender or McDonald guy in Paris..i wudnt complain....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.Welll how I got this heading..its all goin in my head...Watchin oil jump up and down...i jst feel..I jst wnt one good day..like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Soros"&gt;George soros &lt;/a&gt;had in 1991 or like the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_swan_theory"&gt;black swan guy&lt;/a&gt;(Nassim Nicholas Taleb) had or like many traders have had jst one day of their lives..I jst want one gud day ..and I will quit ..and play safe...jst want to be a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rogue_Trader_(book)"&gt;rogue trader &lt;/a&gt;till then..I havnt slept well in many dayz now..a lot is goin in my head..have been thinking a lot..and I jst need to clear it out...there is no job like trading ..bt then there is no place like Paris..and U knw wat the best thing wud be to have the love of my life in Paris with me with a Job of a trader...Now I am getting greedy...so I dont even knw wat kinda cr&amp;amp;^ I am dishing out..bt rite now i am listening to ...blah blahh..ballllahhh...&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MwyPI-zKqRs"&gt;disco lies moby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-4504876858015001723?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/4504876858015001723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=4504876858015001723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/4504876858015001723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/4504876858015001723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/04/infectious-greed.html' title='Infectious Greed..'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SfExVOb1BxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xQ-dux1w8ak/s72-c/d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-8097422647032184304</id><published>2009-05-21T22:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:25:00.948+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nagraj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supercommando dhruv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raj comics'/><title type='text'>Nagraj,SuperCommandoDhruv and......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hindicomics.com/wp-content/uploads/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 271px" alt="" src="http://hindicomics.com/wp-content/uploads/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now the construction is over....lets get to the point..well ppl read comics even at the age of 28 ..I caught our IT guy reading these Super commando dhruv and nagraj special ..welll i jst remebred my dayz as a small boy..i loved them..initially i started out with chahca chaudhary and billu ...bt then i graduated to Raj comics ....initially i bought most of my comics..bt then my pocket started getting smaller...so had to get them on rent...then sub-lease it to my friends for a day..and tried to maximize the no of comics exchanged per comic i bought /rentd..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-8097422647032184304?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/8097422647032184304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=8097422647032184304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/8097422647032184304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/8097422647032184304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/04/nagrajsupercommandodhruv-and.html' title='Nagraj,SuperCommandoDhruv and......'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-5187800801244944716</id><published>2009-05-18T10:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:55:12.980+05:30</updated><title type='text'>bending over backwards....</title><content type='html'>A Guy WAS chatting with a female (never met her directly) - Online chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Background, both are s/w engineers by the way and both work for real big MNC's )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Hey...GM (Good Morning)... How's u doing today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female: VGM...Day is going good and it got better having found u on chat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: wow...am honored, u know what, my day starts only when I find you on Chat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female: Yep...me too feel the same..... (be right back)'ll get some Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: OK(Hero waits impatiently. Meanwhile, his manager comes to his seat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: Hey, I need some help from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: [**** This guy always comes at wrong time] Yeah tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: Could u write a program for me which generates nth prime number, given value of n. Would you give this by today evening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: I would do that, but I think it's quite hard, is it ok with you, if I Give it by tomorrow evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: Yeah, that would be fine. Thank you [Leaves the place]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Our hero sighs and stares at his monitor waiting impatiently for Female to Arrive. All of a sudden smiles on his face. Over to chat window...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female: Hey, am back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: cool, you know what my manager does, She's kinda..... keeps asking stupid Things, tries to give me stupid work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female: Yeah, it's the same everywhere. Real sick ppl these managers are!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Yep, u rite!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female: Hey, can u do me a favor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: *smiles* sure, why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female: Hey, I want you to write me a program to print nth prime Number; given N. Would you give that to me by tomorrow evening? Plzzz. You know it's real Urgent for me to work this out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: hey, that's a one-hour's work. Sure check Urmail in an hour from now. ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female: THIS IS WHAT I ASKED U WHEN I CAME TO YOUR WORK PLACE. NOW YOU KNOW WHO I AM!! AND ONE MORE POINT.... YOUR 1 HOUR TIME STARTS NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to ..&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MwyPI-zKqRs"&gt;Moby  Disco Lies&lt;/a&gt;  rite now..must listen..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-5187800801244944716?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/5187800801244944716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=5187800801244944716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/5187800801244944716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/5187800801244944716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/05/bending-over-backwards.html' title='bending over backwards....'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-3148926495611155796</id><published>2009-05-17T11:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-17T12:02:01.929+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Veg vs Non-veg</title><content type='html'>Well this one is not about veg and non-vegetarian talks..&lt;br /&gt;This is about the perennial problem the vegetarians have while going out with the non-vegetarians..and the bills are shared and equally split..lets face it...non-vegs alwayz eat more..their food is more expensive....so they alwayz get more value out of their money..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ..so I had to give a treat to my non-veg friend Sachi ..and she also has to give me..for all the job which we got...so we decided that let it be in a differnt way ..we both go out and have our kinds of food..and I 'll pay for her and she'll pay for me..she gains anytime u see..she has appetite..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ..I am listening to jon bon jovi' &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=upenR6n7xWY"&gt;Blaze of Glory&lt;/a&gt; ,  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KtzcOqv_P-4"&gt;I'll Be There For You&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GccfzxHIXaY"&gt;You Give Love a Bad Name&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6XwUIDVy6go"&gt;Keep The Faith &lt;/a&gt;  , &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aEvTOdqqVD4"&gt;Living On A Prayer&lt;/a&gt;  , &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k99h5aikc4g"&gt;wanted dead or alive&lt;/a&gt;  and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yVLBcGUvH-s"&gt;bed of roses&lt;/a&gt;  these dayz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-3148926495611155796?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/3148926495611155796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=3148926495611155796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/3148926495611155796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/3148926495611155796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/05/veg-vs-non-veg.html' title='Veg vs Non-veg'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-1144204923979227897</id><published>2009-05-14T10:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:04:41.846+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Axe effect'/><title type='text'>Hole in my soul</title><content type='html'>I have been listening to  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nj5CY94s8mU"&gt;Hole in my soul&lt;/a&gt;   by Aerosmith now whole day long...sorry have been away for sometime..net wasnt working at home.bt am back now for good...&lt;br /&gt;Well this one is related to the &lt;a href="http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/03/call-girl.html"&gt;Axe effect thingie&lt;/a&gt;..I still am getting messages from the service..&lt;br /&gt;SMS1: Axe Man..Its me Tanya...I jst heard gurls r going crazy for guyz wearing nu Axe Summer..hve u tried it! pls dnt baby..I dnt want other girls 2 give u their nos..&lt;br /&gt;SMS 2: Tell me how u r doing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i dnt know h0oow to reply to all this stuff...neither how to stop this service..pls if any of you gets to knw pls lemme knw..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-1144204923979227897?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/1144204923979227897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=1144204923979227897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1144204923979227897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1144204923979227897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/05/hole-in-my-soul.html' title='Hole in my soul'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-4099334926427659092</id><published>2009-04-26T22:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:08:47.564+05:30</updated><title type='text'>short one</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is the shortest post by far...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tell me a three letter word for disappointment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YOU&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;daah...jst copied it frm the 70's show..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;am listening to "Eddie Vedder'No Ceiling - Into the Wild" and "Sean Paul Give it up to me"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-4099334926427659092?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/4099334926427659092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=4099334926427659092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/4099334926427659092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/4099334926427659092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/04/short-one.html' title='short one'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-7423103528226561691</id><published>2009-04-18T10:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-18T18:04:00.193+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bored.....the story continued...</title><content type='html'>Smtime back I had written a blog on how I had got&lt;a href="http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-officially-bored.html"&gt; bored&lt;/a&gt; of things..I had even gone to the extend on actually putting my orkut and Gtalk status as bored..it was a first frm anyone...comeon who accepts on public forums that they are bored except hollywood celebrities :) ..it seems now I have a fan following too..not the kinds those celebrities have ..neither that explicit...but I have a lot of people on my gtalk ,orkut and facebook who accept it for watever reasons it may be...that they are bored...it just reminds me of the chat in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0112471/"&gt;Before Sunrise&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I mean, just once, I'd love to see, some little old lady save up all her money, to go to the fortune teller, and she'd get there, all excited about hearing her future, and the woman would say, "Um-humm. Tomorrow, and all your remaining days will be exactly like today. A tedious collection of hours. And you will have no new passions, and no new thoughts and no new travels, and when you die, you'll be completely forgotten.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;Ohh..I simply love this movie and its sequel &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0381681/"&gt;Before Sunset&lt;/a&gt;...The conversations and the European setting ...anywayz..i will take off now..just put ur orkut/facebook/Gtalk status to bored and U 'll get a free talk time with me..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I am listening to&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BtGWVoLGAA8"&gt; heart of glass by blondie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-7423103528226561691?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/7423103528226561691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=7423103528226561691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/7423103528226561691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/7423103528226561691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/04/boredthe-story-continued.html' title='Bored.....the story continued...'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-4018361645899471001</id><published>2009-04-11T09:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T09:53:35.390+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Miserable</title><content type='html'>Ok..its like a cycle for me..I jst really smtimes get the urge to fall in love and it happens once in a while..then i feel really miserable..last time this feeling came was around republic day and it lasted for 36 hours..now it struck me last nite and i got over it just this early morning..&lt;br /&gt;I almost alwayz feel miserable wen I think about how ppl fall in love and i dont smhow..bt I dont know if i can be hopeful on this..mayb someday i will get the girl,my type..hopefully this cycle wont come again or wen its time really comes I am already in love ....Lets be hopeful this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-4018361645899471001?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/4018361645899471001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=4018361645899471001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/4018361645899471001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/4018361645899471001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/04/feeling-miserable.html' title='Feeling Miserable'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-1690135157298811600</id><published>2009-04-10T12:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:22:23.625+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dont explain yourself,because talk is cheap</title><content type='html'>Dont explain yourself,because talk is cheap..There are more important things than to hear you speak----Lyrics of the song Sorry by Madonna..&lt;br /&gt;I have been hearing Madonna's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KnEdcRR6a7U"&gt;Sorry&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KBq3elmBrN8"&gt;Hung Up&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jcll6O4bh2M"&gt;Moby's Natural Blues&lt;/a&gt; all day long now...&lt;br /&gt;Now I trade Oil and it moves ..it bloody hell moves like anything..if you want to see the kind of movements ..jst look at its &lt;a href="http://futuresource.quote.com/charts/charts.jsp?s=BRN%201%21-ICE&amp;amp;o=&amp;amp;a=V%3A10&amp;amp;z=800x550&amp;amp;d=LOW&amp;amp;b=CANDLE&amp;amp;st="&gt;charts&lt;/a&gt;..this is the 10mint charts..if jst try tweaking with it and see the 10 mints &lt;a href="http://futuresource.quote.com/charts/charts.jsp?s=BRN%201%21-ICE&amp;amp;o=&amp;amp;a=V%3A10&amp;amp;z=800x550&amp;amp;d=HIGH&amp;amp;b=CANDLE&amp;amp;st="&gt;charts with high density&lt;/a&gt;...for every dollar move I lose or gain (losing it mainly these dayz)  a thousand dollars ...like if I had bought oil at 48.00 and then sold it for 49.00 then I gain 1000 dollars..Oil is one of the leading markets..it doesnt necessarily follow other markets..but a lot of other markets follow oil like Wheat,Soya and a lot of commodities..A lot of stocks of Dow Jones like Exxon and other oil companies had their share price pummelled as oil fell from 147 to mid 30's.&lt;br /&gt;So, I dont know where oil is headed from here in the short term..bt long term obviously its going really really up..god know what figures we are looking at.....short term its still undecisive.it could still test the lows of about 40 or mayb be remain range bound...&lt;br /&gt;I will continue this post later...&lt;br /&gt;As for why i chose the Title..its jst that smtimes the market is moving so much in front of our eyes and we may be thinking that it cud go down...bt even then we dont enter...and then later we explain ourselves..bt the point is talk is cheap..u hav to enter the market to know it and lose from it or gain een...watever really..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-1690135157298811600?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/1690135157298811600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=1690135157298811600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1690135157298811600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1690135157298811600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-explain-yourselfbecause-talk-is.html' title='Dont explain yourself,because talk is cheap'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-3270331167431376776</id><published>2009-04-07T23:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:42:19.353+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Fool...</title><content type='html'>There is the plain fool, who does the wrong thing at all times everywhere, but there is the Wall Street fool, who thinks he must trade all the time. No man can always have adequate reasons for buying or selling stocks daily – or sufficient knowledge to make his play an intelligent play.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                        ----ANONYMOUS, i think&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-3270331167431376776?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/3270331167431376776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=3270331167431376776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/3270331167431376776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/3270331167431376776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/04/fool.html' title='The Fool...'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-1187371578232991541</id><published>2009-04-05T23:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:50:36.676+05:30</updated><title type='text'>First Impressions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.mediacatalyst.com/images/05233bg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 285px;" src="http://blog.mediacatalyst.com/images/05233bg.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://strips.bitstrips.com/7abd7d588fc99f724faeaf1a2a3d7951.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 377px;" src="http://strips.bitstrips.com/7abd7d588fc99f724faeaf1a2a3d7951.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now..People say that first impressions matter..to me I think they matter the most...&lt;br /&gt;For me first impression matter big time..its the period between I first meet you/talk to you and by the time I regularly chat with you..can be a period of a few dayz or months or hours..U shud nt be cheap or too funny ..&lt;br /&gt;For me its also like if ur first impression is gud then u will stay gud in my eyes for a big time..u do anything bad, say anything bad ..it really wont make a difference..&lt;br /&gt;But if your first impression is bad..then I wud not really trust you or watever gud u mite do ..it will take a hell lot of time for me to thing any gud of you...&lt;br /&gt;So in a way if you want to knw if  I want to talk to you or like you..jst ask me wat my first impression of you is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dint knw vich pic to put so have put both of them..&lt;br /&gt;Am listening to &lt;a href="www.youtube.com/watch?v=lHlQIGdeBpQ"&gt;The ting tings-We walk&lt;/a&gt;..sorta pop song..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-1187371578232991541?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/1187371578232991541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=1187371578232991541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1187371578232991541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1187371578232991541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-impressions.html' title='First Impressions'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-5412970304996396194</id><published>2009-04-05T13:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:03:44.020+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>100s</title><content type='html'>100 Truths About Meh :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST TIMES…&lt;br /&gt;1. Last drink: Cheeku Shake&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call: :-)&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message: :-)&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to: Ace of Base album&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried: many years back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;br /&gt;6. Dated someone twice: I dont keep a count..&lt;br /&gt;7. Been cheated on? ???&lt;br /&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it????&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special? Yaa...a big yes&lt;br /&gt;10. Been depressed? Yes&lt;br /&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up? Never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST FOUR FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;br /&gt;12. Blue&lt;br /&gt;13. Black&lt;br /&gt;14. Maroon&lt;br /&gt;15. Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;15. Made new friends: Yes&lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love: Yes..Kinda!&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you: Yes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you:Yesss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: depends on the definition :)&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: 9 on 10 ;)&lt;br /&gt;23. How many kids do you want to have: I would have a couple and spoil them ;) and let my wife teach them the good stuff :))&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets: No :/&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name: Noooooooooooo! I love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday: I answered phone calls..played poker&lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today: 8 am half..then finally at 10 am&lt;br /&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night: Thinking of something...someone mayb&lt;br /&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for: Go out of Delhi&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you saw your father: Morning&lt;br /&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: I wish I could turn back the time and stop thinking so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your:&lt;br /&gt;33. Name: Shivam Goel&lt;br /&gt;34. Nicknames: Mammu(@IITDelhi ),HBK(@IITDelhi ),Shibbo(@school chandigarh),Max(@Job),VMC(@School delhi),Star Movies(@school Chandigarh) ,Harry Potter(@Job &amp;amp; @niteclub,Paris),Bluetooth + Jobless(@French Embassy Delhi) and list goes on&lt;br /&gt;35. Zodiac sign: Gemini \m/ We Rock!!!&lt;br /&gt;36. Male or female or transgenders: My passport says it all. Masculine completely!&lt;br /&gt;37. Elementary: LFCS&lt;br /&gt;38. School: LFCS,VPS&lt;br /&gt;39. Colleges: IITDelhi&lt;br /&gt;40. Hair color: Black.&lt;br /&gt;41. Long or short: What? short ofcourse&lt;br /&gt;42. Height: 5 ft 10"&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you have a crush on someone? yeppp&lt;br /&gt;44. Ever been in love? Mayb..depends&lt;br /&gt;45. Piercings? Yes...wen i ws a kid..&lt;br /&gt;46. Tattoos? no&lt;br /&gt;47. Righty or lefty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;48. First surgery: Never I think&lt;br /&gt;49. First piercing: 7-8 and it mite be the last also&lt;br /&gt;50. First best friend: Aman,Satyam&lt;br /&gt;51. First sport you loved: Football&lt;br /&gt;52. First pet : None&lt;br /&gt;53. First vacation: My Grandma :)&lt;br /&gt;54. First concert: Shaan&lt;br /&gt;55. First crush: Shivani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;56. Eating: Nothing! Don't talk of food.&lt;br /&gt;57. Drinking: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;58. I'm about to: go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;59. Listening to: Stone Temple Pilots&lt;br /&gt;60. Waiting for: lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;61. Want kids? Yes&lt;br /&gt;62. Want to get married? Yess..not that soon mayb..in 3 years mayb&lt;br /&gt;63. Careers in mind? Yesss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;64. Lips or eyes: Eyes&lt;br /&gt;65. Hugs or kisses: Hugs&lt;br /&gt;66. Shorter or taller: Taller//any mayb&lt;br /&gt;67. Older or Younger: Older..more mature I think ..not too old also @lollzz&lt;br /&gt;68. Romantic or spontaneous: Both...bt more inclined towards spontaneity&lt;br /&gt;69. Nice stomach or nice arms: Arms&lt;br /&gt;70. Sensitive or loud: Classy and cool&lt;br /&gt;71. Hook-up or relationship: Relationship&lt;br /&gt;72. Trouble maker or hesitant: None!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;73. Kissed a stranger: ya...the french way of meeting ppl is all abt kissing first..&lt;br /&gt;74. Lost glasses/contacts: Yes&lt;br /&gt;76. Broken someone's heart: No for sure!&lt;br /&gt;77. Had your own heart broken: ..sigh ...sigh...&lt;br /&gt;78. Been arrested: These days am planning a trip to jail. Never bt have been to police stations for lost stuff..&lt;br /&gt;79. Turned someone down: Yes&lt;br /&gt;80. Cried when someone died: No&lt;br /&gt;81. Liked a friend that is a guy? Yea as a straight person. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;81. Yourself: More than anyone anything...&lt;br /&gt;82. Miracles: not really&lt;br /&gt;83. God: Not much..more spiritual kinds..&lt;br /&gt;84. Love at first sight: no..&lt;br /&gt;85. Heaven: mayb&lt;br /&gt;86. Santa Claus: no..&lt;br /&gt;87. Kiss on the first date? comeon...u dont wanna knw wat i did..&lt;br /&gt;89. Devils: I see one every morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;90. Is there one person you want to be with right now? Yes!&lt;br /&gt;91. Had more than one at one time? No :(..&lt;br /&gt;92. Wanted to kill someone ever? Unmm yea bt that was i ws really irritated then...I still wish the same!&lt;br /&gt;93. Among your blog mates, whom would you like to kiss? Now that's interesting ;)&lt;br /&gt;94. Committed a blunder and regretted later? Yes! Many times.&lt;br /&gt;95. Wanted to steal you friend's girlfriend? Naahh they have a extremely bad choice ;)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Associate with something you wear:&lt;br /&gt;96. White: Peace&lt;br /&gt;97. Black: Shoes&lt;br /&gt;98. Red: Tie&lt;br /&gt;99. Pink:None&lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 Truths? You bet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-5412970304996396194?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/5412970304996396194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=5412970304996396194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/5412970304996396194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/5412970304996396194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/04/100s.html' title='100s'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-4376714747089120875</id><published>2009-03-22T01:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:52:55.542+05:30</updated><title type='text'>call (a) girl</title><content type='html'>Now many of you mst have seen the axe-effect ad where in a girl writes her phone no. on the car window after smoking it with her breath...well I had watched the ad a couple of times..and a few days back i took the plunge..I called that no(+919987333333).....and I suspected that it mite be either sm call girl service or mayb there wud be a prize in store for me for actually callin that no.(well who really does.)But it turned out to be jjst an axe-effect service...well lets see how the conversation went...(lets calll the recorded girl's voice as CG for call girl)&lt;br /&gt;CG-Welcome to Axe-effect To continue press 1 to end press 2&lt;br /&gt;Me-1.&lt;br /&gt;CG-Hey..Neha here...so would you like to take me out on your car..To say yes press 1 to say no press 2&lt;br /&gt;Me-1&lt;br /&gt;CG-(in a slightly sleazy voice)--well you know how to impress girls..so I have a friend who would like to see you...if you want To say yes press 1 to say no press 2&lt;br /&gt;Me-1&lt;br /&gt;CG-Well I have got sm guy on my hand ;)..So Natasha would like to wake you up in the morning and talk to you then..wat say..if you want To say yes press 1 to say no press 2&lt;br /&gt;Me-1&lt;br /&gt;CG-for 7:30 am press 730&lt;br /&gt;Me-850&lt;br /&gt;CG-So Natasha would wake you at 8:50 for the next five days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I did not get the call next morning...bt i got it the next day..I missed it..bt they messaged me that I jst dint pick up the phone..:) (I was sleeping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ngf5Oo_XrjI"&gt;Poker Face by Lady Gaga&lt;/a&gt;..I jst love lady gaga..her previous song &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M65zI9LH-as"&gt;Just Dance&lt;/a&gt; is a must listen..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-4376714747089120875?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/4376714747089120875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=4376714747089120875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/4376714747089120875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/4376714747089120875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/03/call-girl.html' title='call (a) girl'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-302896019014415355</id><published>2009-03-19T10:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:16:01.290+05:30</updated><title type='text'>mutual crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mobilitysite.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/crush-or-flush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 453px;" src="http://mobilitysite.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/crush-or-flush.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really need to describe "Mutual Crush"..its self-explanatory....its jst another thing i came across like the "Backup" thing..in which u keep a backup with a good friend in case nothing turns out,infact no-one turns up in your life...:)&lt;br /&gt;Another one: part-time lover and full time friend..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-302896019014415355?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/302896019014415355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=302896019014415355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/302896019014415355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/302896019014415355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/03/mutual-crush.html' title='mutual crush'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-1978759040661373494</id><published>2009-03-08T23:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:16:34.957+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hope is the worst investment strategy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SbQEX9P-bqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/7_zkC7weOdU/s1600-h/trader%27s+mind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SbQEX9P-bqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/7_zkC7weOdU/s400/trader%27s+mind.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310874670201728674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-1978759040661373494?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/1978759040661373494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=1978759040661373494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1978759040661373494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1978759040661373494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/03/hope-is-worst-investment-strategy.html' title='Hope is the worst investment strategy'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SbQEX9P-bqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/7_zkC7weOdU/s72-c/trader%27s+mind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-7369385182859777993</id><published>2009-03-07T21:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:03:58.757+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Casting Couch</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; "Whether you’re hiding from the KGB, working as 007, or pretending you’re a married man to please your mother, every now and again you’ll find it necessary to create an alternate life. And while you can get alarmingly far with just a bogus ,doctored passport, and a set of Armani glasses, eventually you’ll need to produce a human being to corroborate your story. That’s when you’ll need an actor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  “But actors are whiny and self-centered.” True, but they’re also professional liars and –- as an added bonus –- very, very hot :). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; “How do I go about hiring these masters of deceit?” You’ll need to generate a character description and post it with a casting service or local newspaper. Before you complain about all that work, remember: You’ll be rewarded with hundreds of pictures of hot strangers(read girls only) sent right to your home...free. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Below are some notices I sent out recently when trying to cast a fake family so that my mother would love me. Enjoy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;CASTING CALL!&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;Role:&lt;/b&gt;Mrs. Goel. My Fortuitous wife ... Despite birthing a son has not lost her figure. In fact, might look better than she used to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;Project:&lt;/b&gt; “The Goels” on the lines of The Simpsons(I have never really watched it beyond 2 minutes..bt wud want to sm day) A living theater experiment in which we fool my mother into thinking I have a wife and son. Intermittent gigs over the next twenty years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;Director:&lt;/b&gt;Ofcourse me – the visionary web-cam auteur who brought you raw classics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;Pay:&lt;/b&gt; Scale. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;Seeking:&lt;/b&gt; Female, 18 – 29, energetic, extremely attractive. Like, at least a 9. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;Skills:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;-- Hot -- like, at least a 9&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-- Must provide own swim suits(ok ok ..i can do that myself)...whatever “sexy outfits” a married women might have&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-- Willingness to perform own stunts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-- Willing to do anything for the scene&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;Notes:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;-- Other minute details are negotiable in the contract..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-- Great first-time role: U cud be on ur way to bollywood..u knw how niche' roles get u those damn awards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Please send headshots, resumes, and other pictures to &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;shivamgoel@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Epilogue:am listening to pretty much those old songs only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-7369385182859777993?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/7369385182859777993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=7369385182859777993' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/7369385182859777993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/7369385182859777993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/03/casting-couch.html' title='Casting Couch'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-7978709231144533021</id><published>2009-03-01T23:50:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:00:29.773+05:30</updated><title type='text'>valkyrie</title><content type='html'>i saw this movie valkyrie..every1 knows wats it abt..bt for me a die hard hitler fan..it was a manna frm heaven...&lt;br /&gt;though the movie revolved arnd a coup to upstage hitler..even then I think i liked it..&lt;br /&gt;first of all before this movie I used to think that coup's are a waste of a time.(after watching so many of them amngst our neighbouring countries...)bt i got to see that it can be meaningful too..and there is no right and no wrong..its jst a victor who frames the history according to his view..&lt;br /&gt;Infact i wudnt be wrong to say that i have developed a fascination for coup..the power play, the strategy and the tactics..and the utter fear of everything going just bloody wrong big time..you sure will be castrated for that...:).&lt;br /&gt;the bottomline though is that there is no wron and no right..u hav to take side during the war and during peace time...this can be good or bad...it can be helpful and can go wrong in a big way..&lt;br /&gt;.the question is is remaining neutral a better solution ...or is taking a risk of taking sm1's side better....&lt;br /&gt;I dont knw reallly..&lt;br /&gt;am listening to&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.co.in/url?sa=U&amp;amp;start=5&amp;amp;q=http://www.youtube.com/watch%3Fv%3Dn6r4KT8-VX0&amp;amp;ei=atOqSezoA4m9kAXotNDIDQ&amp;amp;sig2=oRJ8fL59XMj71fCqcK3kkA&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNEouM6f3gUPIKgGwK0I0Ju-JuFkvw"&gt;Human by Killer&lt;/a&gt; these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: as my friend Deepak Misra suggested to me ..its better to propose to her and take that risk than just being remaining a neutral friend forever..pretty true..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-7978709231144533021?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/7978709231144533021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=7978709231144533021' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/7978709231144533021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/7978709231144533021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/03/valkyrie.html' title='valkyrie'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-3268567326151843344</id><published>2009-02-22T21:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:24:56.011+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am officially bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SaFyc0UR2OI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WCotw_TUgag/s1600-h/top-things-to-do-when-bored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SaFyc0UR2OI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WCotw_TUgag/s400/top-things-to-do-when-bored.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305647675424757986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I officially declare that I am bored....I have a job which I dont know why i am in and how it works..i havent had a gf since I dont knw when...the only solace comes from the fact that there are more boring ppl who have bothered to read uptill this point...&lt;br /&gt;I just started to think what good were things exactly a year ago..I had definitely more parties..and meeting new ppl....I was jobless(i.e. was still in college..)..&lt;br /&gt;So what do I look forward in the next few months..Bangkok/Hongkong trip in June...ya ya it shud be gud..&lt;br /&gt;Meeting sm interesting new ppl...(I dont knw how bt i think smthing is abt to give..and it ain't me)&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully to keep u glued to this ultra-boring blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now another question ...Do ppl look at themselves the same way that they look at their friends/other ppl...in the sense do we see the mistakes...no i dont think ..&lt;br /&gt;really the problem here is that I have been watching too much of the girlie "sex &amp;amp; the city " and "gossip girl"..the latter I had quit watching after watching the first two episodes during my college times (found it very teenage types..and also dint have time)..u can now sense how my life has changed that I am watching them..:(&lt;br /&gt;let me give u another example of "level of not having anything to do"..I have this friend wrking in hongkong..no real friends..just acquaintances ...a telugu roommate...this person has now started watching telugu movies..and even recommends it to me that they are really cool...hollywood ishtyle..&lt;br /&gt;Actually I think I mite strt to soon enuf..bt nt telugu..mayb sm native african/zulu kinds or mayb Bengali  kinds...&lt;br /&gt;watever really...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-3268567326151843344?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/3268567326151843344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=3268567326151843344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/3268567326151843344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/3268567326151843344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-officially-bored.html' title='I am officially bored'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SaFyc0UR2OI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WCotw_TUgag/s72-c/top-things-to-do-when-bored.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-2087501649884620092</id><published>2009-02-16T01:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:18:53.321+05:30</updated><title type='text'>sm1 dreams of....</title><content type='html'>Well this is the year of the ox..and I am an ox by the chinese calender..it has been my status for past smtime now on my gtalk...so &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_zodiac"&gt;u can check that out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;i just remember what dream i had last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;aaj kal bahut tension mein hoon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;when it's like that, i remember all my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;previous night ka bhi yaad aa gaya hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm kind of younger, and living at my old (ground floor apartment) house in Chandigarh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and there are suddenly like 5 tigers approaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;to attack me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;i run for the kitchen and then fight them by knives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;by dodging them through the small doors (small house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;nd when they are killed, 4-5 more come..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and fro some reason, at the back of my head, there is a constant thought that this is some kind of curse and they will keep coming&lt;br /&gt;I dont knw wat to do and i dont knw where to hide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need sm helppppp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-2087501649884620092?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/2087501649884620092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=2087501649884620092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/2087501649884620092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/2087501649884620092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/02/sm1-dreams-of.html' title='sm1 dreams of....'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-3736081817179287131</id><published>2009-02-16T00:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:09:31.249+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm Just Not That Into This Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1001508/"&gt;He's Just Not That Into You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;is a nice little movie I saw this saturday..It keeps telling us how women/girls are stupid to think so much..and for a welcome change show guys as the studs:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But in the end as always its the girl's will which wins..Its always that the girl and guy try and understand and solve the girl's problem...and keep her happy.Remember both have to work together&lt;br /&gt;In bw the cast boasts of sm of the better looking chicks these dayz...Jennifer aniston(old ..really looks old),jennifer connelly(sexy as ever),Scarlett (Super Super hot) and Drew barrymore(shown more of a geek and not much of a role in it..)&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz enjoy this one time watch flick..ciao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-3736081817179287131?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/3736081817179287131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=3736081817179287131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/3736081817179287131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/3736081817179287131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-just-not-that-into-this-movie.html' title='I&apos;m Just Not That Into This Movie'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-6297634317044581251</id><published>2009-02-12T10:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:55:05.346+05:30</updated><title type='text'>V-day revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SZOyS6PvWyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lq9FtCFoT6M/s1600-h/valentine-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 380px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SZOyS6PvWyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lq9FtCFoT6M/s400/valentine-day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301777224287869730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its another Valentine Day,&lt;br /&gt;All you guys have a date,&lt;br /&gt;All I have is my chocolate cake,&lt;br /&gt;that too my mother baked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.:it doesnt necessarily mean that I dont have a date..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-6297634317044581251?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/6297634317044581251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=6297634317044581251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/6297634317044581251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/6297634317044581251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-day-revisited.html' title='V-day revisited'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SZOyS6PvWyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lq9FtCFoT6M/s72-c/valentine-day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-9001225997053781123</id><published>2009-01-27T10:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:44:08.792+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Height of Technology and dumbness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SX6YDsiC0oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GVJvQ3auaAk/s1600-h/I_see_dumb_people_o_O_by_cool_slayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SX6YDsiC0oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GVJvQ3auaAk/s400/I_see_dumb_people_o_O_by_cool_slayer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295837401095262850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is dedicated to all the Computer science students ...3&lt;br /&gt;We have to read a lot of reports in our trading job..and also We subscribe to a lot of trial subscriptions...Those guyz (or infact their IT personnel) say that they maintain a database..But know what these automated programs will send you a mail that you won't receive further reports..But if you subscribe to the same service from the same damn email address we should technically speaking not be getting the reports...But now I have tried this on 3 differents sites(pretty famous ones in their line of business) and ..guess what..they send you the reports...so enjoy yourself and just keep registering from the same email address..dont bother to create a new email address...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-9001225997053781123?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/9001225997053781123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=9001225997053781123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/9001225997053781123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/9001225997053781123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/01/height-of-technology-and-dumbness.html' title='Height of Technology and dumbness'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SX6YDsiC0oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GVJvQ3auaAk/s72-c/I_see_dumb_people_o_O_by_cool_slayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-1994440246691392338</id><published>2009-01-24T23:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:04:27.365+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Where are we...</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking for the last few weeks...a few of my gud frens tying the knot and it reminds of my  case...hopelessly hopeless...though the followng is little out of context...&lt;br /&gt;jst analysing that I thought why some people keep phone with them at bed...and in silent mode..so is it an urge to have it by themselves all the time or what..even though they may hardly pick calls at nite..well I am still looking for answers..and if the phone isnt in silent mode..then what happens to them if sm1 actually calls/messages...&lt;br /&gt;Another thing was ..do single people who are partying/or are with frens saturday nite...reply to messages...I dont think they do...if they are to someone that means they may be in "like with the person they are messaging"&lt;br /&gt;Do frens and i mean a girl and a boy mainly...remain connected well after marriage or if one of them has found someone..things change..bt why shud they..its the love/new person who shud accomodate the old guys..&lt;br /&gt;am still looking fr answers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-1994440246691392338?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/1994440246691392338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=1994440246691392338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1994440246691392338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1994440246691392338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-are-we.html' title='Where are we...'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-2435839789459098924</id><published>2009-01-20T00:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-20T00:37:30.261+05:30</updated><title type='text'>..let it rock...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SXTOlGf7jvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/PqRO4EJe5OQ/s1600-h/Wisdom_Pearl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SXTOlGf7jvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/PqRO4EJe5OQ/s400/Wisdom_Pearl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293082598862196466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Like Moses, the Dalai Lama, and Dr. Oracle, I am often asked to impart my wisdom and advice on those who cannot or will not help themselves. Even though I can't improve myself -- I am seemingly perfect ;) -- I can help others improve. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;i&gt;Dear Shivam, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;i&gt;My girlfriend has been nagging me to express my feelings more but she always does that at inconvenient times like when I'm watching football or reading about up-coming video games. I'd love to tell her something so she'll stop nagging me, but I have no idea how to go about "sharing" my emotions. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;i&gt;Sincereley, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;i&gt;RaviPrakash&lt;/i&gt; Lodhi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; ---------------------- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ravi, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; There are only three appropriate venues for expressing one's emotions. I call them the 3 D's: Dinner, During Sex, Deathbed.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;DINNER:&lt;/b&gt; Your girlfriend wants you to express your feelings? Fine. Cover her hand with your own, look deep into her eyes, and tell her in a soft voice how you regret not ordering an appetizer. This action is international girl-speak for "I am revealing the secret depths of my soul," so it doesn't have to be about appetizers -- any honest feeling you have about the quality of food or service will have her eating out of your hand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;DURING SEX:&lt;/b&gt; One of the seemingly infinite benefits of sex is that there's so much activity, coordination and noise, you can get away with saying almost anything*. Thus, sex is the ideal time to honestly express doubts about your employability, gambling addiction, or even your long-term relationship potential. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;DEATHBED:&lt;/b&gt; Since it's really tough to be mad at someone who is about to die, your deathbed is an excellent time to really go bananas with your feelings. Insecurities, infidelities, incisions...anything you've kept hidden over the years can be freely discussed with little fear of retribution. As an added bonus, some girls enjoy a sensitive side and become easily confused when faced with the grim certitude of death...play your cards right and you might be able to squeeze two in that deathbed before the buzzer goes off. (NOTE: For all the above reasons, feigning your own terminal illness and deathbed scenario can be a cathartic experience). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; *Note: avoid at all costs mentioning how hot her sister is.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; **Unless said sister is in bed with you.  In that case, feel free to exaggerate a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S.: I am sorry for copying some of my work..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am listening to &lt;a href="http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=dh3gGQfyVyw"&gt;let it rock&lt;/a&gt; these dayz though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-2435839789459098924?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/2435839789459098924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=2435839789459098924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/2435839789459098924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/2435839789459098924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-it-rock.html' title='..let it rock...'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SXTOlGf7jvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/PqRO4EJe5OQ/s72-c/Wisdom_Pearl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-3759186711129133291</id><published>2009-01-19T16:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:29:26.436+05:30</updated><title type='text'>what's there in a name</title><content type='html'>Now i was returning by train a few years back from Bangalore and i was coming back alone actually..&lt;br /&gt;So there was this old couple of yore ..you know the forty fifty years married kinds..&lt;br /&gt;They looked more like those english educated kinds of couple..So the guy keeps calling her sweet nothings like rose ,sweetie pie,sweetheart...and all those sweet names all the time..I was really amazed to see such love after having being married for so much time..&lt;br /&gt;so the lady( or grandma shud i say...) just went out..and I confessed to this granpd kinds of person that their love looked eternal and has really stood the wrath of time..grandpa then quipped back that he had forgotten her name around ten years back and so called her out like this lest she feels bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So moral of the story is what's there in a name...your feelings are important...&lt;br /&gt;to copy from one hindi movie....even shakespeare wrote his name below this saying of his...;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-3759186711129133291?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/3759186711129133291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=3759186711129133291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/3759186711129133291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/3759186711129133291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-there-in-name.html' title='what&apos;s there in a name'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-8399137859280171618</id><published>2009-01-08T11:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:29:41.642+05:30</updated><title type='text'>....the making of  a heartattack..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SWWTzloGLdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/et6UU5D-Ito/s1600-h/heart-on-fire-screensaver-screenshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SWWTzloGLdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/et6UU5D-Ito/s400/heart-on-fire-screensaver-screenshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288795851899416018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in the last few dayz ..i.e. this week i realized how people can so easily get a heartattack/heartfail when they make a big loss and want to escape all the ignominy..&lt;br /&gt;Lemme strt from the begining ...I am a crude oil trader..and man ..crude oil is volatile..the way it moves ..i jst luv it..&lt;br /&gt;uptil last month when my P/L (profit/loss) statment used to move ..i used to enjoy it ..but coming bcak this year ..this is also giving me heart burns...last two dayz I almost had a feeling that I am going to get a heart attack...my hands dint sweat(u cud attribute that to the Ultra cold conditions.)&lt;br /&gt;I just wish more such volatile dayz for me to finally attain vairagya urf nirvana..i hope i have sm gud deeds under my belt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.:I have even started listening to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Gx1Pv02w3Q"&gt;"what if god was in one of us" by joan osbourne.&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and now i am seriously wondering why my first blog of the year is about heartattacks..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-8399137859280171618?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/8399137859280171618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=8399137859280171618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/8399137859280171618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/8399137859280171618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2009/01/making-of-heartattack.html' title='....the making of  a heartattack..'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SWWTzloGLdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/et6UU5D-Ito/s72-c/heart-on-fire-screensaver-screenshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-7428788270277235345</id><published>2008-12-26T22:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:40:16.626+05:30</updated><title type='text'>factory girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SVUPsWGosNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/B7q1f50QdFY/s1600-h/factory+girl+SPLASH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SVUPsWGosNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/B7q1f50QdFY/s400/factory+girl+SPLASH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284146992311218386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this lovely movie "The Factory Girl" the other day on Star Movies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one ws my memorable quote the one I want to share with some1 soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001602/"&gt;Andy Warhol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I wonder if people are going to remember us? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1092227/"&gt;Edie Sedgwick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: What, when we're dead? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001602/"&gt;Andy Warhol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1092227/"&gt;Edie Sedgwick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Well I think people will talk about how you changed the world. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001602/"&gt;Andy Warhol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I wonder what they'll say about you... in your obituary. I like that word. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1092227/"&gt;Edie Sedgwick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Nothing nice, I don't think. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001602/"&gt;Andy Warhol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: No no, come on. They'd say, "Edith Minturn Sedgwick: beautiful artist and actress... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1092227/"&gt;Edie Sedgwick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: ...and all around loon. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001602/"&gt;Andy Warhol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: ...Remembered for setting the world on fire... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1092227/"&gt;Edie Sedgwick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: ...and escaping the clutches of her terrifying family... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001602/"&gt;Andy Warhol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: ...Made friends with eeeeverybody, and anybody... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1092227/"&gt;Edie Sedgwick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: ...creating chaos and uproar wherever she went. Divorced as many times as she married, she leaves only good wishes behind. &lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;laughs&lt;/i&gt;] &lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1092227/"&gt;Edie Sedgwick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: That's nice, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-7428788270277235345?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/7428788270277235345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=7428788270277235345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/7428788270277235345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/7428788270277235345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/12/factory-girl.html' title='factory girl'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SVUPsWGosNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/B7q1f50QdFY/s72-c/factory+girl+SPLASH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-7653171564711150432</id><published>2008-11-30T23:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:15:55.166+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Amchi Mumbai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lastingnews.com/images/mumbai_terror3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 319px;" src="http://www.lastingnews.com/images/mumbai_terror3.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following are sm of the status and dialogues of my frens regarding the Mumbai blasts::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India is the favorite sex toy of the terrorist..&lt;br /&gt;What does it take to eliminate a nation of 250million..once and for all..&lt;br /&gt;Political Impotency...&lt;br /&gt;Terror Trail..&lt;br /&gt;The Joke is on India..&lt;br /&gt;AAkrosh...&lt;br /&gt;WTF...&lt;br /&gt;And how many deaths will it take till we know, that too many people have died?  --- Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;Why do we alwayz blame a foreign hand ..where is that hand all the time..&lt;br /&gt;By resigning u cant wash your hands off ur not doing anything..u shud be tried..&lt;br /&gt;Why do we need to have a conference and party meet and round table meetings to decide the course of action ..its pretty simple&lt;br /&gt;evade taxes - buy guns&lt;br /&gt;Example of consistency...Left opposes constitution of anti-terror agency&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-7653171564711150432?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/7653171564711150432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=7653171564711150432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/7653171564711150432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/7653171564711150432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/11/amchi-mumbai.html' title='Amchi Mumbai...'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-1451785655416739073</id><published>2008-11-12T10:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:22:44.951+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Single's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SRphDoK67mI/AAAAAAAAAGY/inHwMcNFGnE/s1600-h/lonelyDM2803_468x562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SRphDoK67mI/AAAAAAAAAGY/inHwMcNFGnE/s400/lonelyDM2803_468x562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267629429113941602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of days ago or yesterday i think was Happy Single's Day...&lt;br /&gt;and i just cudnt help feeling lonely.....and even more lonely as i write this..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-1451785655416739073?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/1451785655416739073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=1451785655416739073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1451785655416739073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1451785655416739073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/11/singles-day.html' title='Single&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SRphDoK67mI/AAAAAAAAAGY/inHwMcNFGnE/s72-c/lonelyDM2803_468x562.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-2640579774267925152</id><published>2008-11-09T23:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:57:08.047+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Feelings..</title><content type='html'>As you all know, I recently overcame a traumatic and life threatening experience. While I appreciate the “get well” cards and muffin baskets you’ve been so kind to send, many of you are under the impression that the 83 major and minor bone fractures (heh) were the most serious injuries I suffered. False. All the time I was fighting a far more insidious and debilitating condition. Feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my courageous battle against Feelings I discovered, in shock, that the medical establishment has done very little research on this crippling affliction. In fact some physicians even went so far as to claim Feelings aren’t even a life-threatening disease! Luckily for you my PhD  has qualified me to assemble this informative medical pamphlet for any of you who fear you may have contracted Feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep fighting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARE YOU SUFFERING FROM FEELINGS?&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;i&gt;What Are Feelings?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings are a tender emotional state that develop when a male becomes fixated on a single female to the exclusion of others. &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Warning Signs  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  When you’re around one particular chick, you experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Pounding Heart&lt;br /&gt;•Dry Mouth&lt;br /&gt;•Nausea&lt;br /&gt;•Inability to speak&lt;br /&gt;•Sweating &lt;br /&gt;•Desire to say flattering things &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   If undiagnosed, these warning signs can quickly develop into the full blown disease…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Symptoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Warm fluttery feelings in stomach&lt;br /&gt;•Lightheadedness&lt;br /&gt;•An unexplained urge to watch Love Actually&lt;br /&gt;•Sudden increase in cuddling occurrences &lt;br /&gt;•Brunch cravings&lt;br /&gt;•Explosive monogamy&lt;br /&gt;•Happiness &lt;br /&gt;•Failure to notice other hot women &lt;br /&gt;•Crosswording &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transmission   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Though correlation remains scientifically inconclusive, studies indicate “hand holding” may play a role in spreading Feelings from one person to another. &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treatment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; At this time the only treatment for Feelings is a multi-week course in Other Women. If symptoms persist, repeat course at a higher dosage. NOTE: This treatment can result in harmful side-effects which I think you can think on your own..:P.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  “Together we can end Feelings”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-2640579774267925152?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/2640579774267925152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=2640579774267925152' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/2640579774267925152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/2640579774267925152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-feelings.html' title='My Feelings..'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-1367754345994474416</id><published>2008-11-09T23:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:42:44.965+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Crude Oil is crude</title><content type='html'>Now it has been a rough ride for all the people and economies of the world in near past ..and mite be in the near future..but wat i know is that crude oil is having its own ride..down to arnd 60$ frm a a high of 147$  things dont seem to be settling down.....and its bloody volatile..I dont know how it ws about 3-4 years  ago..though it gives an opportunity to earn but to lose big too..&lt;br /&gt;wat i knw right now is that I have a CAT paper at the end of the week and I am bloody like a washerman's dog..neither full-time CAT preparation and neither learning that much in trading..&lt;br /&gt;Its a big confused environment for me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-1367754345994474416?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/1367754345994474416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=1367754345994474416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1367754345994474416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1367754345994474416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/11/crude-oil-is-crude.html' title='Crude Oil is crude'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-2590450859858344802</id><published>2008-11-09T23:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:36:14.555+05:30</updated><title type='text'>thought for the moment</title><content type='html'>Now this is dedicated to one of my very gud friends...(I refrain from using "best friend" since I think that all my gud friends are my best friends..and I generally cant distinguish..)&lt;br /&gt;Moving on....I have this habit that I try to learn one good habit from every friend i make or know...it can be anything...It can be how to talk well of others...or refraining from negative thoughts/talk....pragmatism...how not to make others yearn for you to say and instead just say ....&lt;br /&gt;This one is dedicated to the friend who made me learn a couple of things...amongst them the prime thing is Sunsigns...Ok..now you may think how is this gud/bad...bt lemme begin to talk ...I made this friend iin the last days of my school...I wrote in this friend's slam book at the end of the school days my bday and other random stuff..&lt;br /&gt;anywayz cut to the point i meet this person after more than 4 years ..and the person remembers my sunsign...which tells my bday in a 30 day range....like rough idea of the month it is..&lt;br /&gt;and bloody me dint even know which half of the year (that wud have been the precision of 180 dayz to the very least..)..so till that point I never used to feel the need to remember anyone's bday and was pretty cold-blooded about my bday too..bt i felt so nice and good that I decided to remember the bday of every friend i make and I also nowadayz make a point to remember the sunsign and the various stuff related to that...and discussing with this friend(before this i used to give a damn to all the hororscopes and sunsign talk..which i think is pretty crap even now..)...but i learnt that people appreciate it if u know and also cud make a gud talking point...&lt;br /&gt;anywayz i am listening to these song ...&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yLpeiOY70s4"&gt;halifax's straight up&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5TjPbeyHIO0"&gt;def leppard's hysteria&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-2590450859858344802?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-8907469468072597688</id><published>2008-10-30T00:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:24:19.555+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ek chotti si Love story</title><content type='html'>There was once a boy..he met this amazing girl ...hot and classy and sexy and really really cool atleast so he thought of her initially..initially he dint talk much with her like an introverted guy bt once he gotta know her they just kept chatting..things jst kept moving until the guy realized that he really loves this girl..so he proposes her..She says no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and the guy lived happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.:if you want to knw the real story please IM me at shivamgoel@gmail.com or scrap me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-8907469468072597688?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/8907469468072597688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=8907469468072597688' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/8907469468072597688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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has been affirmed at least for now.Where it may go is still a big question?&lt;br /&gt;Now as for my theory about vested interests wanting that oil remains above 100$ still holds since they just did an oil production cut of 1.5 million barrels a day out of the arnd 86-87 million barrels a day used by the world.Though it could not stop the slide is temporary since it is happening due to the financial crisis across the world.It still has to hit India and Asia though warning bells have begun ringing in the form of stock market crashes.We still have to see it in Asia is My Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point to be noted is that with the price of oil above 100$ ,trying for new oil reserves/exploration/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alternative means of energy&lt;/span&gt; all started to look feasible which has not been the case in past around 10-15 years.Oil Shales in Canada and other alternative energy means cannot be supported with price of oil under $80 to be most conservative (maybe even $100 would be a good estimate.)&lt;br /&gt;So the prices of Oil was driven down so that all these projects which had been started over past some time start to look unfeasible and economically inefficient.This could have been done by vested interests.They would pick it up again above 100 and then next time on these new projects would come only if the price stabilizes above $120 for longer period of time.After the mauling in all the financial streets,they have run out of steam and money to finance themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another point is that the recent anouncements of Opec production cut is meant more for US and other countries who support and finance Israel for Palestine.Arab has long hated US role in Palestine and it has I think done a deal with non pro-Israel nations that it will continue to supply Oil to them as it is.The production cut is more of a supply cut for US and Co. and the rest will be business as usual.Moreover the remaining production they wil continue to supply to other countries.Also this gives them the dual benefit of price rise( since US is a big consumer of Oil and supply cut to them would affect the prices in the long run) as also it gives US the thumbs down in Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now coming back to the downturn awaited in India (and I mean Asia in general).It will affect our serice driven economy and the production driven economies of the rest of the Asia(which supplies mostly to US and have low domestic consumption) and hence then with less people to spend on other stuff ,will affect the rest of the Economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think that rate cuts et al will not have the desired affect since that will only drive all the money from the banks back to stashing of cash and not make people invest in business.What is needed is a stimulus and confidence in economy and not just mere rate cuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope the recession turns from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-1096985496814553672?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/1096985496814553672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=1096985496814553672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1096985496814553672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1096985496814553672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/10/oil-continued.html' title='Oil Continued'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-502549506721914520</id><published>2008-10-25T15:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T15:57:19.990+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Haunted hotels to keep you awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Following is a n article directly from Reuters.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicide, murder, untimely deaths, all set the grisly stage for macabre stories of hauntings and other ghostly tales drawing visitors to supposedly haunted hotels around the world ahead of Halloween.&lt;span id="midArticle_byline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Travel Web site ProfessionalTravelGuide.com has come up with a list of 9 haunted hotels (http://www.professionaltravelguide.com/Haunted-Hotels-2008) for thrill-seekers who like hearing things go bump in the night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;This list is not endorsed by Reuters:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;1. Hotel Del Coronado, Coronado, California&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Kate Morgan's body was found six days after she checked into Room 302 of the Hotel del Coronado to meet her estranged husband on Thanksgiving Day 1892. He reportedly never showed up. Kate's untimely death was ruled a suicide. Room 302 is now known as Room 3312, but Kate's spirit is said to roam the entire hotel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;2. Roosevelt Hotel, Hollywood, California&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;The site of the first Academy Awards and the center of Hollywood during its heyday, The Roosevelt Hotel is said to accommodate the ghosts of Marilyn Monroe (Suite 1200) and Montgomery Clift, star of "From Here to Eternity" (Room 928). Marilyn Monroe was a frequent guest there. Her image is said to appear in a mirror now located in the lobby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_6"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;3. The Sagamore, Bolton Landing, New York&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_7"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;The Sagamore in Bolton Landing, New York, is said to harbor the ghost of a boy from the 1950s. The boy would collect lost golf balls and sell them to the pro shop for extra cash. Running after a ball one day, he was fatally struck by a car. Apparently, guests still see the boy on the golf course sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_8"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;4. Driskill Hotel, Austin, Texas&lt;span id="midArticle_byline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;The smell of cigar smoke can be detected when Colonel Driskill, a Texas cattle baron and Confederate officer, is said to be wandering the lavish Driskill Hotel in Austin, Texas. In 1877, the daughter of a Texas senator took a fatal tumble down the grand staircase. It is said she can be heard bouncing a ball in the lobby and along the mezzanine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;5. Shieldhill Castle, Edinburgh, Scotland&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Guests tell stories of "The Gray Lady" who is said to haunt Shieldhill Castle in Edinburgh, Scotland. According to legend, she was the daughter of the family who owned the castle until the mid-20th century. She is said to have fallen in love with one of the hired hands. When her father disapproved of the marriage, she committed suicide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;6. Hotel Provincial, New Orleans, Louisiana&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;New Orleans is renowned for its spooks and hauntings. Part of the Provincial Hotel was once a Confederate hospital. Maids have reported bloodstains mysteriously appearing and disappearing. Once, as the elevator opened on the second floor, the vision of an entire hospital apparently came into view.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;7. The Marshall House, Savannah, Georgia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_6"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Used as a hospital during the Civil War and during yellow fever epidemics in the 19th century, the Marshall House in Savannah, Georgia, is reportedly one of the most haunted hotels in the city. For more ghosts, check out the famed Pirate House Restaurant with a tunnel dug by pirates that leads to the river.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_7"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;8. The Heathman Hotel, Portland, Oregon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_8"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;At this hotel, guests who have left their rooms clean have returned to find something amiss or moved about. Records for the hotel will have shown no one entering the room. Evidently, these occurrences are frequent, especially in rooms ending in-03.&lt;span id="midArticle_byline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;9. The Carolina Inn, Chapel Hill, North Carolina&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="midArticle_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Paranormal researchers have studied The Carolina Inn in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, believed investigating the spirit of Dr. William Jacocks who lived at the inn for many years. Orbs, piano notes, soft-spoken words and other ghostly happenings add to the spooky ambience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-502549506721914520?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/502549506721914520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=502549506721914520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/502549506721914520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/502549506721914520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/10/haunted-hotels-to-keep-you-awake.html' title='Haunted hotels to keep you awake'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-2551308845360646884</id><published>2008-10-12T21:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:19:43.691+05:30</updated><title type='text'>saccha pyaar @3-4 girls</title><content type='html'>now I never thought abt this..I ws talking to one friend wen he said ki use 3  ladkiyon se saccha pyaar ho gaya hai..and I was like ki handle kaise karta hoga(instead of asking is this possible that 3 girls se "saccha pyaar") ..anywayz I also had to ask ki if they knew each other..thank god that they were all in different cities:))&lt;br /&gt;anywayz a friend of mine ws asking if I had something interesting going in my life ...and i ws like in a tp(=timepass) statement said "3-4 se saccha pyaar"&lt;br /&gt;now apparently that irked things up since how ccan sachcha pyaar be with 3-4 ..and how is it not decided...now instead of talking that how am I not decided on the no. of girls I am in love with the talk was more abt the surety if that no. is not going to increase..Talk digressed to the fundamental subject of that if it possible to love more than 1 person..now there is the mythological case of Draupadi loving 5 guyz..first upheld religion..second upheld sharpness and also very gud archer..third ws  all strength..and 4 and 5th were gud enuf kinds..&lt;br /&gt;Also then we have Krishna who had loads of fun..;)&lt;br /&gt;But the more important question is it possible to love more than one person..I think you can admire the beauty /or something of more than one person and you can like also..but love is a more subtle thing ..&lt;br /&gt;I really dont know how to end this but I dont think there is an end to this so ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-2551308845360646884?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/2551308845360646884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=2551308845360646884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/2551308845360646884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/2551308845360646884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/10/saccha-pyaar-3-4-girls.html' title='saccha pyaar @3-4 girls'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-1381066101848459551</id><published>2008-10-05T22:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:32:53.997+05:30</updated><title type='text'>something to ponder about</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shantanumisra.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://shantanumisra.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-1381066101848459551?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/1381066101848459551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=1381066101848459551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1381066101848459551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1381066101848459551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/10/something-to-ponder-about.html' title='something to ponder about'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-7060759128127573779</id><published>2008-10-04T23:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:53:52.167+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Conspiracy Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SOe0oHkRzSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VzyDyP82A0g/s1600-h/bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SOe0oHkRzSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VzyDyP82A0g/s400/bc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253366091669949730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just noticed that I hadn't posted anything for almost a month.But I don't really have much to say or write really..Its been all US of A all this month with companies coming down..and nobody knows if it is the end or the start or somewhere midway of the downturn...Well I worked with my friend on some sort of conspiracy theory about how Goldman Sachs has a hand in all of this ..And how it is going to benefit from this all..Well our theory had flaks of doubt since it all looked to big to be masterminded but comeon even the landing of Moon or even the 9/11 WTC bombings have conspiracy theories doing the round ..So for starters even my theory is also like a black swan ...(FYI: swans used to be thought of as only white in color for like centuries until some time back...)&lt;br /&gt;Well Goldman obviously wants smaller players(relatively) like Lehman and Merrill Lynch out of sight ..So Paulson and Bernanke the pro-GS and former GS employees kept GS out of all this sub-prime mortgages just in time ..and they let the others falter with intersting rate cuts and reducing the differnce between the discount rate and the target rate..A recipe for disaster..&lt;br /&gt;Also Paulson lets Lehman falter but the BAIL-OUT plan comes only after that ...The big question is why???They tell that somebody should have gone down but I cannot really digest why they didnt come up with the plan ..the situation has only grown worse since the fall of Lehman...They would have also let Morgan Stanley fall but I think there must be a story about that too .I think about that one of the reasons could be that GS and MS had big investments in commodities and so Energy companies stand to lose out a lot if GS and MS pullout since energy companies have a lot of stake and say amongst the Republicans(FYI:Bernanke and Paulson are Republicans ). They say that Lehman was small but just look at the absolute value mann...its in billions of dolllars ..and I dont understand why Bush is unable to spend money on welfare schemes and health insurance which would have certainly got him votes ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W all this looks good in hindsight but I think after sometime we will have a book by some I-Bankers (since most of them are already jobless or are going to) about something like this and it will be a good hit especially amongst the Banking brotherhood(they wont have much work to do you see)&lt;br /&gt;Above is the picture of the &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Barclays Sign Adorns Lehman Building:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more go to:http://www.nypost.com/photos/galleries/news/regionalnews/pp_20080923_barclays/photo05.htm&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/4142515264486071329-7060759128127573779?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/7060759128127573779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=7060759128127573779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/7060759128127573779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/7060759128127573779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/10/conspiracy-theory.html' title='Conspiracy Theory'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SOe0oHkRzSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VzyDyP82A0g/s72-c/bc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-2862462061457596538</id><published>2008-09-07T17:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-07T17:41:06.562+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lost City of Chernobyl</title><content type='html'>now this is direct ccp frm the link::  &lt;a href="http://englishrussia.com/?p=293"&gt;http://englishrussia.com/?p=293&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;div class="diggthisplugin" style="float: right; width: 42px; padding-right: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://digg.com/tools/diggthis.php?u=http://englishrussia.com/?p=293&amp;amp;t=Lost%20City%20of%20Chernobyl&amp;amp;k=#FFFFFF" style="border: medium none ; height: 80px; width: 52px;" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;“In matters nuclear one thing is certain: there is no protection in an iron curtain.” A letter in The Times May 3rd, 1986.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On the 26th of April 1986 shortly after midnight, to be precise, at 1:23 GMT, there occurred near the Ukrainian town of Chornobyl a tremendous explosion at a huge nuclear power plant, followed by a gradual meltdown of the reactor No. 4.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Chornobyl is situated 80 miles north-west of Kiev, the ancient capital of Ukraine and the Soviet Union’s third largest city.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was by far the worst nuclear reactor accident ever, which immediately sent a radioactive cloud across neighbouring Byelorussia, Poland and the Baltic Republics towards Scandinavia.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Within days, borne by shifting winds, radioactive mists wafted beyond Soviet borders and spread across most of Europe causing anxiety, apprehension and fear.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The most badly affected were the Republics of Ukraine and Byelorussia. They suffered large scale involuntary irradiation, due to extensive secrecy, and great economic damage. Furthermore the contaminated air mass passed over large areas of Poland and also over parts of Czechoslovakia, Hungary, Romania and Yugoslavia and a number of West European countries.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Till now the land is abandoned, thousands of houses, thousands acres of the land, everything is now stays almost the same as it was 20 years ago.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nowadays there guided tours are being conducted to this area. These photos are made by Alexandr Vikulov, pikul2001@mail.ru while participating in such a trip.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This Soviet Era sign indicates the entrance to Chernobyl county. Many of the things there stand unchanged since Soviet union times.&lt;span id="more-293"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is also a sign from Soviet times on one of the buildings in Chernobyl. There is life now in Chernobyl, some people decided to return despite the radiation hazard. The members of this trip have noticed even one building was being renovated.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Still people are very rare on the streets of Chernobyl. All the pipes now are on top of the ground, because the soild is nuclear polluted.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is the main square in downtown of Chernobyl.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is the monument to the people who tried to shut down the nuclear station right after the accident happened. Many of the died - some same year (1986) others a little bit later.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is also that monument. On the road to the monument there are a lot of signs warning about nuclear pollution, but trees and bushes grew all over them so it’s possible not to notice such signs. Nature is not afraid of radiation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is kindergatten kindergarten on the way to Chernobyl in one of the abandoned villages.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is a bedroom in it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Toys are lying all over the place.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Music notes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How is it correct to cross a road?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One more bedroom. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is a Chernobyl Nuclear Station itself. Even now people there work, they build a special cover on top of the blown up reactor, so that radiation could not spread further. They are allowed to work inside not more than 2 minutes a day in special protective uniform, and they get $1000 monthly salary for this 2 minute job a day, which is 5 times bigger than an average salary in this region. Many people try to tune their the dosage indicators so that they show less numbers than they got in reality so that they could work more and earn more.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This was a cultural center for Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant workers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Coming inside…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Such huge pictures across the walls were very classy in Soviet 80s.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is a gym, Soviet symbolics is left untouched. Probably no other places in former USSR where it can be found so.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Through the floor there is already a tree grew. Probably a result of some mutation?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here is written “Brave ones”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sport equipment.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And that’s a view to a side-show.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Leaving a gym..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;More Soviet symbolics and portraits of some Soviet leaders.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Love” is written here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A lonely doll was lost on the asfalt.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here were the tickets sold to the side-shows.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This was a star turn, the big dipper.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And this is the entrance to it. Some more toys are left..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And some more Soviet era signs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A disposed fire extinguisher.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It has been said that some mad French artist visited an abandoned city and made series of crazy paintings on the walls all across the city.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This was the hotel.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some more of French paintings. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some tables are left on the middle of the square. Look at this Nuclear Hazard sign, it was previously used to be a peaceful sign, now it shows the real state of the things here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is a Soviet style mailbox.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Piece of the Soviet architecture…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Inside of School building. Look how many gas-masks!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Somebody left his shoe in a rush.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That’s a chemistry classroom.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And this is a teachers room.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is a class log.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The building of the school suffers demolition…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Guess what it is.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is inside a hospital.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Inside of a cubicle.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Chess and a medical thing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mattresses.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is an elevator. It is stuck halfway.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This medical drug is left untouched for 20 years!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And some more drugs untouched.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Beds at the hostpital’s yard.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Walking across the city. All these trees weren’t here before the accident, 20 years ago. They are a new generation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A dock.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is another sample of Soviet architecture, 16 stored building with a Soviet state emblem.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just another view of it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Another street art on the walls of the abandoned city Chernobyl, all of them appeared after the accident, when first tourists appeared.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And some more on the roof of this 16 stored building from previous photos.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is the view on the Chernobyl Power Plant. As it can be seen it stands right in the middle of the city.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is that emblem.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some giant letters are scattered across the roof. What for? Who knows..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A view of totally abandoned city.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Forest came into the city.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="chernobyl photos" alt="chernobyl photos" src="http://www.englishrussia.com/images/chernobyl_pripyat/072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Another piece of art…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-2862462061457596538?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/2862462061457596538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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height="215" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doordarshan Logo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=8dbbe781a4&amp;amp;realattid=0.1.2&amp;amp;attid=0.1.0.2&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11c2c6c6cfbcaa7b" width="264" height="182" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doordarshan's Screensaver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=8dbbe781a4&amp;amp;realattid=0.1.3&amp;amp;attid=0.1.0.7&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11c2c6c6cfbcaa7b" width="388" height="291" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malgudi Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=8dbbe781a4&amp;amp;realattid=0.1.4&amp;amp;attid=0.1.0.13&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11c2c6c6cfbcaa7b" width="297" height="297" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dekh Bhai Dekh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=8dbbe781a4&amp;amp;realattid=0.1.5&amp;amp;attid=0.1.0.12&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11c2c6c6cfbcaa7b" width="329" height="464" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramayan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=8dbbe781a4&amp;amp;realattid=0.1.6&amp;amp;attid=0.1.0.11&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11c2c6c6cfbcaa7b" width="352" height="288" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mile Sur Mera Tumhara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=8dbbe781a4&amp;amp;realattid=0.1.7&amp;amp;attid=0.1.0.3&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11c2c6c6cfbcaa7b" width="210" height="175" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning Point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=8dbbe781a4&amp;amp;realattid=0.1.8&amp;amp;attid=0.1.0.6&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11c2c6c6cfbcaa7b" width="444" height="333" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bharath Ek Khoj::::(this is the one I cannnot remember ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Alif Laila: Season of re-runs" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=8dbbe781a4&amp;amp;realattid=0.1.9&amp;amp;attid=0.1.0.16&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11c2c6c6cfbcaa7b" width="320" height="214" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alif Laila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=8dbbe781a4&amp;amp;realattid=0.1.10&amp;amp;attid=0.1.0.4&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11c2c6c6cfbcaa7b" width="352" height="264" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byomkesh Bakshi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img 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Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-3032169486405512042</id><published>2008-09-01T23:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:09:24.647+05:30</updated><title type='text'>rock on:critical analysis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SLwokwvBNMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vCWNMXmEQZw/s1600-h/rockonreview1_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SLwokwvBNMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vCWNMXmEQZw/s400/rockonreview1_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241108678374929602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;now i really realize ppl watch movie with their heads on their shoulder after talking to this friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;""Shivam: &lt;/span&gt;aur be..rock on dekhi??&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Bharara: &lt;/span&gt;yaya, gud movie&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;sahi mast life thi farhaan akhtar ki&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;tune dekhi?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Shivam: &lt;/span&gt;ya..aaj hi dekhi&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;farhaan akhta ki life ?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;asli story hai kya?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Bharara: &lt;/span&gt;nahi nahi, i meant us character ki life&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;college mei aish kari&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;mast bandi k saath&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;music bajaaya&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;fir sb chhod k delhi&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;ghar gaya&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;CAT phoda&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;fir iim gaya&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;fir i banker&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;fir 7 saal mei badiya paisa kamaaya&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;fir wapas wahi life&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;aur kya chahiye .&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Shivam: &lt;/span&gt;ya..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;meine itna analysis nahi kara tha ..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Bharara: &lt;/span&gt;humne kiya tha dekhte hue&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;10 saal muzic chhode hue&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;to matlab, 1 saal pehle CAT ki padaai ki hogi&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;fir 2 saal iim&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;matlab, 7 saal ki naukri mei sab kamaaya tha&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;and kuch paisa uski wife k baap se bhi mila hoga&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;arranged marriage hi hogi. &amp;amp; badiya paise waali party  se hi shaadi ki hogi&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;paise kamaane waala i banker jo tha""&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/4142515264486071329-3032169486405512042?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SLwokwvBNMI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vCWNMXmEQZw/s72-c/rockonreview1_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-2213414269515273442</id><published>2008-08-25T01:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-25T01:53:46.286+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bang bang paper planes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SLHCpkdEeCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UdiWRMdFV-0/s1600-h/pp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SLHCpkdEeCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UdiWRMdFV-0/s400/pp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238181861024626722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;I just loved this song ..kinda a weird song but i just love the bang bang bang noises in betweeennn..all i wanna do is dance dance dance on my watever...here are the lyrics and after tht the link to the youtube video&lt;br /&gt;""""[x2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fly like paper, get high like planes&lt;br /&gt;If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name&lt;br /&gt;If you come around here, I make 'em all day&lt;br /&gt;I get one down in a second if you wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[x2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel sitting on trains&lt;br /&gt;Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's a winner now we're making that fame&lt;br /&gt;Bonafide hustler making my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[x4]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)&lt;br /&gt;And (KKKAAAA CHING!)&lt;br /&gt;And take your money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[x2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirate skulls and bones&lt;br /&gt;Sticks and stones and weed and bombs&lt;br /&gt;Running when we hit 'em&lt;br /&gt;Lethal poison through their system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[x2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one on the corner has swagger like us&lt;br /&gt;Hit me on my banner prepaid wireless&lt;br /&gt;We pack and deliver like UPS trucks&lt;br /&gt;Already going hell just pumping that gas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[x4]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)&lt;br /&gt;And (KKKAAAA CHING!)&lt;br /&gt;And take your money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.I.A.&lt;br /&gt;Third world democracy&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I got more records than the K.G.B.&lt;br /&gt;So, uh, no funny business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some some some I some I murder&lt;br /&gt;Some I some I let go&lt;br /&gt;Some some some I some I murder&lt;br /&gt;Some I some I let go"""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7sei-eEjy4g"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7sei-eEjy4g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-2213414269515273442?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/2213414269515273442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=2213414269515273442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/2213414269515273442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/2213414269515273442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/08/bang-bang-paper-planes.html' title='Bang bang paper planes'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SLHCpkdEeCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UdiWRMdFV-0/s72-c/pp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-7036202269227867453</id><published>2008-08-23T23:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:53:58.351+05:30</updated><title type='text'>a stranger in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SLBVsZCcjYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mwAYh9OQw4s/s1600-h/2567534107_0c852c5038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SLBVsZCcjYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mwAYh9OQw4s/s320/2567534107_0c852c5038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237780587755638146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a stranger in my life..its new ..its dynamic..and it doesnt know its mood..i am really flustered sometimes but i am loving this challenge..the pursual is always exciting than the end result itself..&lt;br /&gt;But i love the way it puts itself in front of myself and puts a fight against me..Because i don't give up and i like a challenge and things which can withhold against me..i am waiting to see how long it holds against me..something's gotta give in..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-7036202269227867453?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/7036202269227867453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=7036202269227867453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/7036202269227867453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/7036202269227867453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/08/stranger-in-my-life.html' title='a stranger in my life'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SLBVsZCcjYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mwAYh9OQw4s/s72-c/2567534107_0c852c5038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-4288703808330930513</id><published>2008-08-23T02:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-23T02:22:49.300+05:30</updated><title type='text'>a french friend's memoir..</title><content type='html'>These are the excerpts from a french friend who visited India..and I hope we learn a lesson..&lt;br /&gt;"....I must say we are happy to have left India.&lt;br /&gt;We eventually got used to the lively (yet smelly) atmosphere of the streets, but we got sick of the continuous tourist hassle, which made our trip very uncomfortable. It was impossible for us to walk quietly in the streets or visit a monument without being harassed by insisting shopkeepers or beggars (not to mention the uncountable rip-off's we had to avoid). After a while, we were forced to turn down anyone who tried to talk to us. In such conditions, travelling was not very pleasant and meeting/sharing with Indian people was just impossible. I am quite sad we did not have any real insight into indian culture because of that.&lt;br /&gt;The monuments we saw were very impressive and convinced us that India had a rich history and an exceptionnal touristic potential. However, I am afraid most Indians are wasting this potential by considering tourists only as a stack of 500 rps. notes and giving them a very bad welcome. Most tourists we met on our trip had the same impression.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that things will change and that people will realize that harassing tourists is not the best way to make them spend money and come back.&lt;br /&gt;You are lucky not to have this problem, with you being indian. I recommend you to visit Taj Mahal (you probably have) and the Khajuraho temples if you have some time : they are wonderful places."&lt;br /&gt;Jai Hind&lt;br /&gt;PS:I reallly hope things change ..and I dont really know how to defend this..I have been faced with many questions before about India and well i think i did pretty well to defend India and also better our position..I just dont know how to reply to this though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-4288703808330930513?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/4288703808330930513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=4288703808330930513' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/4288703808330930513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/4288703808330930513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/08/french-friends-memoir.html' title='a french friend&apos;s memoir..'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-7468594395906953072</id><published>2008-08-21T10:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:07:01.600+05:30</updated><title type='text'>oil travels faster than light</title><content type='html'>Now as far as I remember I have explained in one of last few blogs how oil market is one of the MOST volatile markets.The speed with which it fluctuates beats our sounds of sigh(Hence,its faster than sound) and fluctuates faster than we can see(Which preposterously I can say is faster than we can see and hence faster than light)&lt;br /&gt;Oil oil oill...that is all what the whole world longs for..Russian attack on Georgia is a follow up where another world power is beginning to involve in a big way since there is a huge premium for that pipelines which flow around there.USA surrounding Russia with its Polish missile shield deal will only make the matters worse.A few days earlier I thought that US will forgo this proposed deal and also let NATO not make Georgia and Ukraine its members since it needs Russia's support to censure Iran(a big time enemy of Russia...though there were also reports that since Russia attacked Georgia and came close to Iran ,Iran could agree to the west's demand for ending its nuclear plants et al).&lt;br /&gt;For the moment though,my perception is that Georgia and Ukraine will not get a membership in NATO for a long time(and that amounts to never)..A strong likelihood that Europe will allow Russia to take control of Georgia and Ukraine in some time..because it cant risk its gas supplies from Russia and neither can it fight for someone else and that too against Russia.&lt;br /&gt;The Kremlins ie Russia will look to take control of Georgia+Ukraine and hence the Black Sea..US will not install its defense shield in Poland atleast for a couple of years since its too busy in Iraq and Afghanistan.It also has to deal with Iran and so cannot bug Russia.&lt;br /&gt;Arctic Sea will become a major flash point ..but that is atleast 4-5 years away.Also western oil companies will force their way throug off-shore drilling in US(which is currently banned due to environmental issues) since they are on their way out from the big oil producing regions like Venenzuela,Iran,Russia and the like anti-US/pro-nationalist countires.&lt;br /&gt;Oil prices I think will only rise..I donot think they can go below 100$ at any cost..The stakes are too high for oil producing countries to let that happen.&lt;br /&gt;You can run you can hide but you cant escape Oil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-7468594395906953072?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/7468594395906953072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=7468594395906953072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/7468594395906953072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/7468594395906953072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/08/oil-travels-faster-than-light.html' title='oil travels faster than light'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-1658339167159848035</id><published>2008-08-17T01:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-17T01:04:54.955+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Milkshake</title><content type='html'>Daydream, delusion, limousine, eyelash&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby with your pretty face&lt;br /&gt;Drop a tear in my wineglass&lt;br /&gt;Look at those big eyes&lt;br /&gt;See what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;Sweet-cakes and milkshakes&lt;br /&gt;I'm a delusion angel&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fantasy parade&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know what I think&lt;br /&gt;Don't want you to guess anymore&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea where I came from&lt;br /&gt;We have no idea where we're going&lt;br /&gt;Lodged in life&lt;br /&gt;Like branches in a river&lt;br /&gt;Flowing downstream&lt;br /&gt;Caught in the current&lt;br /&gt;I'll carry you&lt;br /&gt;You'll carry me&lt;br /&gt;That's how it could be&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know me by now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---picked up directly from the movie 'Before Sunrise'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-1658339167159848035?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/1658339167159848035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=1658339167159848035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1658339167159848035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1658339167159848035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/08/milkshake.html' title='Milkshake'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-1097101184698013062</id><published>2008-08-02T10:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-23T10:50:30.760+05:30</updated><title type='text'>once there was a boy</title><content type='html'>now there was a friend i knw who falls for a girl pretty soon if she is a smooth talker..pretty soon means pretty soon..he never used to actually say that to the girl that he likes her ..Now he hit it off pretty well with one girl and now he showed some guts and said it to that girl to be his girlfriend...she says yes...and he is like dumbfounded...he cudnt believe her...so he asks again ..and she says ya..she is a girl and she is his friend ..hence his girlfriend...now is that because girls are shy and dont want to say yes repeat again or was it that she had exactly this in mind..i dont knw..the boy is stupid..the girl i dont know..&lt;br /&gt;They continued to talk ...the boat is still in the ocean..stilll needs an anchor..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-1097101184698013062?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/1097101184698013062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=1097101184698013062' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1097101184698013062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1097101184698013062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/08/once-there-was-boy.html' title='once there was a boy'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-4758788082993347081</id><published>2008-08-02T10:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-02T10:49:16.747+05:30</updated><title type='text'>fistcuffs and hand fights..</title><content type='html'>Now i havent had handfights and fistcuffs for long..i think that is a demon of adulthood that I have had to face..It was a nice change some time back when I got involved in one some time back with a cousin..obviously he was younger to me becoz ppl my age dont get into fights just for fun..&lt;br /&gt;now i learnt another thing to say that i am not 23 years old but 23 years young...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-4758788082993347081?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/4758788082993347081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=4758788082993347081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/4758788082993347081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/4758788082993347081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/08/fistcuffs-and-hand-fights.html' title='fistcuffs and hand fights..'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-6431224869112902293</id><published>2008-07-15T22:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:31:22.984+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Oil Trader</title><content type='html'>Now i know for sure what I will be doing for next 5-6 months..I will be buying oil..it doesnt sound exciting until I specify its the crude oil which has been giving shocks to all of us for past some time now..And I am not going to help matter further since I will be one of the speculators betting on price movements of the Oil which you need to motor through daily routine.&lt;br /&gt;It all seems very exciting and am learning about world economics and politics which I always seem to be interested in but did not have much of clue..(I needed someone to spoon-feed me and now I have got my initial dose..The rest I will do myself..)&lt;br /&gt;One thing which I just came to know is that oil market operates for 22hrs(5:30am-3:30am IST...sigh)..I have my work cut out(PHEW!!!!)...&lt;br /&gt;Also I learned is that during the 1973 oil crisis US president introduced &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Odd-even_rationing&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Odd-even rationing (page does not exist)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;odd-even rationing (only people with an odd-numbered license plate could purchase gas on an odd-numbered day)..&lt;br /&gt;Similarly,a three-color flag system was used to denote gasoline availability at petrol pumps. A green flag denoted abundant gasoline, a yellow flag denoted  rationed sales and a red flag denoted that no gasoline was available but the petrol pumps was open for other services..&lt;br /&gt;Lets see what this crisis brings to US...I hope the worst&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-6431224869112902293?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/6431224869112902293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=6431224869112902293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/6431224869112902293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/6431224869112902293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/07/oil-trader.html' title='Oil Trader'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-2349077597896384819</id><published>2008-07-07T22:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:47:30.071+05:30</updated><title type='text'>mosaic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry" style="margin-top: 15px;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well as I promised, the answers to the MOSAIC Tag are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your first name? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shivam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C'mon that cud have been HBK also...our beloved Shawn michaels!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite food? right now? havent had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;domino's cheese burst pizza&lt;/span&gt; for long&lt;br /&gt;(I am craving for it..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What high school did you go to? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Little Flower Convent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am still little inside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite color?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black &lt;/span&gt;or even&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(timepss!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is your celebrity crush? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Genelia D'souza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That was so obvious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite drink? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pepsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I alwayz root for it..ye dil maange more..though i dont like the youngistan theme)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your dream vacation? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paris/South America(motorcycle diaries style)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a little company wud be nice )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite dessert? anything with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ohkay! Now don't raise your brows..its nt girliee..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you want to be when you grow up? I dont know what i want to be bt i want to have the luxury to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;travel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I have so much to do and see before i die)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you love most in life?live it to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hilt&lt;/span&gt;..grand style&lt;br /&gt;(adventure/thrill/party)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is one word that describes you? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tension free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(every1 says that ..and i cudnt agree more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your user name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I loved doin' this Tag and am sure it's the best one till date :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the rules are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Type your answer to each of the questions below into &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; Search.&lt;br /&gt;2. Using only the first page of results, and pick one image.&lt;br /&gt;3. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into &lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php"&gt;Big Huge Lab’s Mosaic Maker&lt;/a&gt; to create a mosaic of the picture answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your first name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite food? right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What high school did you go to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is your celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your dream vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite dessert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SHJPWy7DHUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FEpUaZdW8TE/s1600-h/a.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SHJPWy7DHUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FEpUaZdW8TE/s320/a.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220322171120983362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you love most in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is one word that describes you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your user name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-2349077597896384819?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/2349077597896384819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=2349077597896384819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/2349077597896384819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/2349077597896384819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/07/mosaic.html' title='mosaic'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/SHJPWy7DHUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FEpUaZdW8TE/s72-c/a.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-1942159724239972637</id><published>2008-07-07T21:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:57:57.066+05:30</updated><title type='text'>you know you have had enough if...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="f12"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;The 39 signs of drunkenness are&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Slurring words&lt;br /&gt;2. Rambling or unintelligible conversation&lt;br /&gt;3. Incoherent or muddled speech&lt;br /&gt;4. Loss of train of thought&lt;br /&gt;5. Not understanding normal conversation&lt;br /&gt;6. Difficulty in paying attention&lt;br /&gt;7. Unsteady on feet&lt;br /&gt;8. Swaying uncontrollably&lt;br /&gt;9. Staggering&lt;br /&gt;10. Difficulty in walking straight&lt;br /&gt;11. Cannot stand or falling down&lt;br /&gt;12. Stumbling&lt;br /&gt;13. Bumping into or knocking over furniture and people&lt;br /&gt;14. Lack of co-ordination&lt;br /&gt;15. Spilling drinks&lt;br /&gt;16. Dropping drinks&lt;br /&gt;17. Fumbling change&lt;br /&gt;18. Difficulty counting money or paying&lt;br /&gt;19. Difficulty opening doors&lt;br /&gt;20. Inability to find one's mouth with a glass&lt;br /&gt;21. Rudeness&lt;br /&gt;22. Agression&lt;br /&gt;23. Belligerent&lt;br /&gt;24. Argumentative&lt;br /&gt;25. Offensive&lt;br /&gt;26. Bad tempered&lt;br /&gt;27. Physically violent&lt;br /&gt;28. Loud or boisterous&lt;br /&gt;29. Confused&lt;br /&gt;30. Disorderly&lt;br /&gt;31. Exuberance&lt;br /&gt;32. Using offensive language&lt;br /&gt;33. Annoying or pestering others&lt;br /&gt;34. Overly friendly&lt;br /&gt;35. Loss of inhibition&lt;br /&gt;36. Inappropriate sexual advances&lt;br /&gt;37. Drowsiness or sleeping at a bar or table&lt;br /&gt;38. Vomiting&lt;br /&gt;39. Drinking rapidly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-1942159724239972637?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/1942159724239972637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=1942159724239972637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1942159724239972637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1942159724239972637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-know-you-have-had-enough-if.html' title='you know you have had enough if...'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-1434691081241131261</id><published>2008-06-25T09:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:54:24.880+05:30</updated><title type='text'>XYZeeeeeee</title><content type='html'>Now this will be my last post for the moment since i will be out of station for a while...see you in a fortnight guyz...I have to finish off lots of stuff today and there is stuff pending for blogging also like one tag and such other things..but that i will look after a while..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-1434691081241131261?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/1434691081241131261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=1434691081241131261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1434691081241131261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1434691081241131261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/06/xyzeeeeeee.html' title='XYZeeeeeee'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-5199381665449120171</id><published>2008-06-23T23:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-23T23:30:12.023+05:30</updated><title type='text'>marriage and birthdayzzz and dubbayzzz</title><content type='html'>Now what do people generally do on their 23rd bday...Well drink and smoke was the response a friend of mine gave when I told that I did not do any of them..Well I did drink water and Pepsi but that wud be like trying to skin the already thin hair.&lt;br /&gt;Well coming to the point again..a day before I called up my fren askin for some info. regarding a fren.She remembered my bday and asked my how am i celebrating..same response no drinking no smoking ..and she is shocked...and to add to this i am celebrating my bday on 17th nite with my frens (which is a tuesday and my bday is on 18th) [..and tuesday is such a holy day..was my reason d'etre for not drinking which is again my silly PJ.]&lt;br /&gt;So what do people really do ..I want to go to a disco and party but I need some money..which for some particular reason I am alwayz short of..and have been in particular fr the past month or so..&lt;br /&gt;I want to get into my Birthday (dubbay if we try to manipulate it : a PJ i borrowed frm a fren) dress i.e. the one I was born with and get naughty with a girl..&lt;br /&gt;now another diversion from the point here...I read just today that how Marriage is our national obsession and a national pastime..For a girl it particulary seems to me to be the end of the world or the strt of it..for me it looks the end of it..not that I dont want to get married..but without real love i dont see myself marrying..it will be such a drag for my wife...and with the copious amount of time i spend on my computer these dayz...and the amount of work which my job will mount on me..i dont see my self getting towards this any sooner..Also I met this PYT recently who looked pretty intelligent to me..infact pretty and intelligent..she luked career focussed and i was shocked out of my chair when she said that she wants to get into marriage and be home-oriented because she sees that women have that kind of role to play..so much for the women's reservation...how does one see the 33% filled if women of such good calibre dont rise up..for me i think women themselves will have to come up and win their right rightfully..no one will dish them out..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways coming bcak to the fact about marriage...I read this today..and i must repeat it for you how if you(and me ofcourse) like someone ..we have to come to the point of marriage soon enough and propose soon...because you guessed it (our marriage-affiniated societal norms will see to it that) she gets married..this is a toss-up between a devil and a deep sea..to be precise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been inspired to write longer blogs for some reason now..so i shall continue the spirit..&lt;br /&gt;so how many birthdayz shall i see off before i get married ..lets hope its not an imaginary no.&lt;br /&gt;Now coming to the main point of  my bday celebrations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets get drunk..its been a while..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-5199381665449120171?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/5199381665449120171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=5199381665449120171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/5199381665449120171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/5199381665449120171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/06/marriage-and-birthdayzzz-and-dubbayzzz.html' title='marriage and birthdayzzz and dubbayzzz'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-3983083065019357280</id><published>2008-06-21T13:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-21T13:36:03.396+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hindi</title><content type='html'>U guyz wud remember the time on DD1 wen  important cricket matches were telecast and hindi commentators committed horrible horrible mistakes..&lt;br /&gt;'"like this ball is going for a four.ohh but fielder is present there.."&lt;br /&gt;similarly they wudnt know the names of the fielders or wud say the wrong name..&lt;br /&gt;One might have expected better from the ESPN commentators since u know all that  private do things better stuff.But these dayz listenining to the hindi commentary for the EURO2008 ,i just keep getting reminded of the horrid DD1 dayz..&lt;br /&gt;i guess i have made my point though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now another point ..these dayz with so much censorship English movie love scenes are giving their hindi movie counterparts a tough competition..The scenes end with them just kissing and nothing comes thereafter..there is a dead dark like in our hindi movies..But atleast our hindi movies have songs...earliear english movies made up for this by putting in good love making scenes:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-3983083065019357280?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/3983083065019357280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=3983083065019357280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/3983083065019357280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/3983083065019357280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/06/hindi.html' title='Hindi'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-3488922787338280724</id><published>2008-06-16T21:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:28:41.278+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gift</title><content type='html'>Now lemme start by telling you that I have not really celebrated my bday as i used to when i was kid by having a bday bash.Then I used to get gifts and all frm everyone.&lt;br /&gt;But for the last around 8 years I havent had a bday bash ..mostly dinner for friends and family and I buy myself stuff that day itself.I did not really realize this until last couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years back a girl asked me what I wanted as a bday gift..and I was like anything you feel like..and she says that I cud have anything..I said that she is intelligent enuf and cud jst give me anything she feels is gud fr me..&lt;br /&gt;Now cut to my bday last year...I gave a lunch treat to a couple of my gud friends and they gave me a small gift..I did not even expect it ..but the moment was so compelling to me in the sense that I had not had a gift in so many years that it really touched my heart..I had become so used to just celebrate it with my frens with a food and what not(minus the gifts..) that I had just forgotten the importance of a gift.&lt;br /&gt;this year again i was asked the same thing by another girl..and again i ws dumbfounded..&lt;br /&gt;But i jst realized that gifts howsoever small mean a lot ..and though i have written this before my bday I dont want anyone to read this and give me sympathy gifts..&lt;br /&gt;Though I will never forget the gift I recieved last year..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-3488922787338280724?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/3488922787338280724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=3488922787338280724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/3488922787338280724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/3488922787338280724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/06/gift.html' title='Gift'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-3027383867566305278</id><published>2008-06-14T19:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-14T19:24:39.752+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Now I had this thought which came to my mind about love being a kind of fleeting feeling.&lt;br /&gt;It has one of the basis as the fact that, or infact an opinion, a guy and a girl can remain good friends only if they do not like each other.&lt;br /&gt;So now ..&lt;br /&gt;Assume that the friendship between a girl and boy is like two trains approaching each other with different speeds and each one having different stoppages.Love is also a station which both of them cross ..But it becomes love only if they are at it at the same time.So either the guy waits there or vice versa or both of them are there at it at the same time.Its at this station of love that their hearts as passengers cross over and enter into the other person's train(of thoughts).Love remains as long as they are in each other's train.&lt;br /&gt;Love may not come in certain situations like if the one of the trains stops at some other station ..so they remain friends only.Or maybe they cross each at a different stations  or the trains may just not meet since they maybe diverted to other rail tracks.&lt;br /&gt;Though I am still unable to put words to how exactly the feeling of love is fleeting..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-3027383867566305278?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/3027383867566305278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=3027383867566305278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/3027383867566305278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/3027383867566305278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/06/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-392114965766611339</id><published>2008-05-12T19:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-17T01:27:01.113+05:30</updated><title type='text'>life @ 8</title><content type='html'>8 things I am passionate about...&lt;br /&gt;Travelling&lt;br /&gt;outdoor Sports+card games+racket games(-tennis since i am nt gud at it)&lt;br /&gt;Adventure sports&lt;br /&gt;Love ;)&lt;br /&gt;Being an Indian ..and no regionalism,casteism,racism,religion..purely indian..&lt;br /&gt;Life&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Maths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I want to do before I die...(I am compiling 101 to do list..)&lt;br /&gt;Tell Mom that I love her the most&lt;br /&gt;Make Dad reach cloud No.9 b’coz of me&lt;br /&gt;Travel a lot&lt;br /&gt;time pass&lt;br /&gt;Hug all the people I love&lt;br /&gt;Die a proud Indian after having done smthing for my country&lt;br /&gt;To actually say "I love you"..to My Type of Girl&lt;br /&gt;Call all the friends whom I havnt talked with due to some misunderstanding or my EGO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 8 super dialogues..&lt;br /&gt;Ho gaya..bas ab shanti se baith jaa..&lt;br /&gt;pata hai nahi fir bhi bolna hai..&lt;br /&gt;come on ..u can do better..&lt;br /&gt;wtf&lt;br /&gt;u r so cool...&lt;br /&gt;gud one man..&lt;br /&gt;apan kidhar jaa rahe hai aaj fir..&lt;br /&gt;kaem cho..(started using this one of late..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 movies I could watch to over and over again...&lt;br /&gt;RHTDM(describes My Type of Girl...)&lt;br /&gt;Before sunset/before sunrise&lt;br /&gt;Serendipity&lt;br /&gt;Tridev/all 90's Hindi movies&lt;br /&gt;Swades&lt;br /&gt;DCH&lt;br /&gt;When Harry met Sally&lt;br /&gt;Notting Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 cities I want to visit or keep visiting again&lt;br /&gt;Paris&lt;br /&gt;London&lt;br /&gt;Vienna&lt;br /&gt;Berlin&lt;br /&gt;Sydney&lt;br /&gt;Mauritius&lt;br /&gt;Cape Town&lt;br /&gt;any Che Guevera city(where he did his motorcycle ride..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-392114965766611339?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/392114965766611339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=392114965766611339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/392114965766611339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/392114965766611339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-8.html' title='life @ 8'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-5984778293817707623</id><published>2008-05-07T01:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-07T01:58:34.570+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THe SUpper FActory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well ..now by my looks i dont exactly look like a food guy..and neither am i really..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i do enjoy sm special dishes..and the best ones are by my dad:))Actually wen my mum isnt around I avoid going home precisely for this reason..already i have to suffer the mess food.and then Dad special is anytime inedible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some time back we went to The Supper Factory.Its a sort of restobar-disc.Now the hot point of discussion amongst us was is the dress code applicable to girls also applicable to guys also.Well a friend of mine ws turned away becoz he ws wearing a Capri.Bt girls wear shorter,non-existent ones and they are allowed in.Anyways, the manager finally allowed him in.but coming back to the point on should girls be allowed indian dresses in CLubs..I think they should be since we are a liberal country and everyone should be allowed to wear what they want to if they do not insult /harm someone as a result.To counter this a friend suggested that like this helmets should not be made compulsory since ppl should be allowed to think of their safety on their own ...I am not convinced but i dont really have any gud enuf point to counter it...Please tell me some points...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-5984778293817707623?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/5984778293817707623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=5984778293817707623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/5984778293817707623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/5984778293817707623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/05/supper-factory.html' title='THe SUpper FActory'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-8077056878618593394</id><published>2008-03-27T20:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-27T20:16:29.496+05:30</updated><title type='text'>jaane bhi do yaaron</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/R-uy0K1a5tI/AAAAAAAAADY/Jw5cPQrp2yk/s1600-h/200px-Jaane_Bhi_Do_Yaaro_1983_film_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182432405551245010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/R-uy0K1a5tI/AAAAAAAAADY/Jw5cPQrp2yk/s200/200px-Jaane_Bhi_Do_Yaaro_1983_film_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below is the recurrence of the "Jaane bhi do yaaron" at IITDelhi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hamara ek 1st year ka faccha bajrang dal ka hai...to apna hostel ramayan /mahabharta pe kar raha thafir usne fite macha di ki nahi hoga..house secretary ko letter likh diya.. fir nilgiri hostel(i.e. my hostel) ne theme change kar di..now cut to the D-dayMusic Manoranjan(aka musical skit) chal raha tha ...aravali hostel ka....draupadi ka vastraharan ho raha tha aur krishna aur panddava/kaurav has rahe the...tabhi apna facha jaake stage pe jaake sab ko marne peetne lag jaata hai..audience hasti rehti hai...unhe lagta hai ki ye scene ka part hai fir thodi der baad pandav and kaurav bhi us facche ko maarne lagte hai..tab sab ko samajh ata hai ki ye asli mein hua&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/4142515264486071329-8077056878618593394?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/8077056878618593394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-3936349352085050925</id><published>2008-03-11T14:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-11T14:11:24.499+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ye kya ho raha hai..no comments u can understand my feelings ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/R9ZFpVIKrFI/AAAAAAAAADA/uez6rM9f3i4/s1600-h/ye+kya+ho+raha+hai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176401398057315410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/R9ZFpVIKrFI/AAAAAAAAADA/uez6rM9f3i4/s400/ye+kya+ho+raha+hai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/R9ZFiVIKrEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rvCxNrd8Yrg/s1600-h/ye+kya+ho+raha+hai.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-3936349352085050925?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/3936349352085050925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=3936349352085050925' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/3936349352085050925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/3936349352085050925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/03/ye-kya-ho-raha-haino-comments-u-can.html' title='ye kya ho raha hai..no comments u can understand my feelings ;)'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/R9ZFpVIKrFI/AAAAAAAAADA/uez6rM9f3i4/s72-c/ye+kya+ho+raha+hai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-6049000361800484994</id><published>2008-02-24T10:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-24T11:02:31.182+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hair Clipped..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/R8D_8rY_9yI/AAAAAAAAACw/dJv-qOY55A0/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170413790126143266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/R8D_8rY_9yI/AAAAAAAAACw/dJv-qOY55A0/s320/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now for past sm time i had been wanting to try out the hairstyle of Abhishek with those clip on.IIT ppl, i think are nt that fashion conscious(wont be able to appreciate me:) ) ..so i decided to try out at the Eastwind rock fest at NSIC grnds yesterday(Btw the fest sked except tht there ws a filter at the gate which allowed only the real hot chicks inside the arena ).&lt;br /&gt;Now one of my friends has challenged me to wear them in IIT which i thought wudnt do ..bt now i hav changed my mind..i will this week or next week onwards..will keep u updated wateva happens in tht regard..&lt;br /&gt;anywayz..I also want to try out the Nazi uniform which prince of england had worn at a bday bash smtime back..if anyone of u knws where i cud find one..plz tell me...i hav to do this b4 i leave iit:)..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-6049000361800484994?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/6049000361800484994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=6049000361800484994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/6049000361800484994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/6049000361800484994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/02/hair-clipped.html' title='Hair Clipped..'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tF1SEEFbkqM/R8D_8rY_9yI/AAAAAAAAACw/dJv-qOY55A0/s72-c/b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-4578132897761924791</id><published>2008-02-19T23:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:12:48.420+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Modifying History</title><content type='html'>Now ppl call me sceptic or cynic bt thats the way i am...The thing is that I have been watching a lot of these WW2 documentaries and wat and where Hitler went wrong..and I look at most of them with sceptism.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if I am being too obvious ..bt i jst think that watever is being presented to us is wat the americans and russians wanted us to see as having being happened in WW2.Its like if Hitler had won he would have changed it himself..jst a thought which I wanted to pen down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-4578132897761924791?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/4578132897761924791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=4578132897761924791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/4578132897761924791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/4578132897761924791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/02/modifying-history.html' title='Modifying History'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-871150638080256563</id><published>2008-02-18T19:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-18T20:52:56.727+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I stole a Tag:)</title><content type='html'>Simple ans sweet:: Just need to answer everything...&lt;br /&gt;A book that made you laugh:Tom Sawyer,Saki&lt;br /&gt;A book that made you cry::) My course books…All the Networks wale courses and their books whose names i hardly remember…For days it was impossible for me to comprehend even a single word out of it(though I did try only for hours.) into my smal brain…Umm I think the instructor is to be blamed and not the author..Anyways it did make me cry…&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A book that scared you:Analog by I dont knw who…uff! kya theory hai boss…Practical to hai hi nahi ;)&lt;br /&gt;A book that disgusted you:the self help books...and especally the "7 effective habits" wali buk..read it and  you’ll know how and why!&lt;br /&gt;A book you loved in elementary school:All those kid story books…: )A book you loved in middle school or junior high school: David Copperfield…I had so much to relate to it then : )&lt;br /&gt;a book you loved in college: Five point someone! Chetan Bhagat you did well with it...From college life to love life…Next to best!&lt;br /&gt;A book that challenged your identity:all the maths wali course books hands down,,and also the electrical engg books that had a lot of maths in them..simply luv them&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite mystery: Da Vinci…It still is a mystery to me :) and also the enid blyton and nancy drew and the hardy boys&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite biography:netaji subhash chandra bose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-871150638080256563?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/871150638080256563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=871150638080256563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/871150638080256563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/871150638080256563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-stole-tag.html' title='I stole a Tag:)'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-1371165769306102535</id><published>2008-02-18T15:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-18T19:45:05.159+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Am i getting fatttttttttttttt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/for0485l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/for0485l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/for0485l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to have this obsession with my weight ever since 10th class..I hav had a constant weight of 62 kgs since then for the past 7-8 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I have suddenly reached 68 Kgs and now I have hit the scales again.I have now started cheking my BMI(Body-Mass Index) everyday(For starters this is there on my phone so I am all the time calculating it..its arnd 22 rite now which is fairly good.)Bt i just need a few more kilos (3 to be exact) wen i cross the BMI=23 level..THis is the best BMI and the Maxmimum healthy BMI for us asians..(Europeans and Americans are allowed a BMI of 25 which is a weight of 76 kgs for my height)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am not here to advertise my good stats(which are perfect as of now:) )..bt to discuss the possiblity of me joining the Obese/Fat ppl gang who try Atkins and other diets//&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am trying to cut on my fat intake..hav taken to walking...reduced eating after a level...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now suddenly I am being reminded of Snehashish on the TV-show Roadies and how I could poosibly end up and now also of the contest biggest loser jeetega...Damn it I think I will go and exercise now&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/4142515264486071329-1371165769306102535?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/1371165769306102535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=1371165769306102535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1371165769306102535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1371165769306102535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/02/am-i-getting-fatttttttttttttt.html' title='Am i getting fatttttttttttttt'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-8849094949290093312</id><published>2008-01-29T23:46:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-30T00:49:56.205+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Operation Desert Storm and i dunno wat all random heading u cud giv to this blog</title><content type='html'>Now this is a personality test..you have to imagine a few things..it depicted my mindset for sure..u chek urs ///&lt;br /&gt;First imagine a desert ...tell wat kind it is..&lt;br /&gt;Wat I imagined was a big desert like Agraba of Aladin ...&lt;br /&gt;Then think of a cube..where is it.wat dimensions is it...in the air or on ground...what texture and wat stuff it is made up of&lt;br /&gt;I imagined a ice cube which is melting away and is in the centre of the desert..and is transparent..and a pretty smal cube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at all times you should remember that u hav to tell the first thing that comes to your mind..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now imagine a ladder,its orientation wrt to cube..its dimensions ..&lt;br /&gt;I imagined a ladder which was abt 10ft and wasnt near the cube...&lt;br /&gt;now imagine a buunch of flowers,their types..how many kinda flowers ..colours..etc orientation wrt to the cube..&lt;br /&gt;I imagined flowers of different kinds...blue purple tulips.red roses and yellow daffodils..&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine a desrt storm...tell me abt its details.&lt;br /&gt;i imagined one which was far awy and going away ....&lt;br /&gt;Now the last part...imagine a horse...wat kinds..standing walking...and orientation wrt to the cube..if its wearing a saddle...&lt;br /&gt;I imagined a stationary horse with a saddle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is the interpretation..every1 is entitled for his or her own..&lt;br /&gt;The cube represent ur ego...its dimensions represnts the size of ur ego....and everything's orientation  is checked wrt to the cube...&lt;br /&gt;so mine is small ego and transparent personality...speaks wat i have in my mind..(pretty true since that is my new year resolution..)..my cube ws on grnd so i stay with the practicalities..&lt;br /&gt;ladder represents ur ambition.,..i have big ambitions..bt since its nowhere near the cube..it tells that i am dreaming too high mayb..if its proportional to the cube and inclined on the cube then it tells that u r aiming and going right..&lt;br /&gt;then the flowers tell that i have different kinds of groups of friends..since i have different types of flowers...and their brightness tells us that they are effervescent personalities..&lt;br /&gt;the storm represents the problems in ur life..in my case it says that the storm is going away..and its far away frm the cube tells that it is far away frm me..&lt;br /&gt;and last bt not the least horse represnts the love interest..in my case its not near my cube aka ego..and its standing neither coming towards me nor going away...and saddle represents  mine is controlled love and not raw love..anywayz i agree with most of the findings...&lt;br /&gt;Now I tag Sachi Mahajan to do the same..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-8849094949290093312?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/8849094949290093312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=8849094949290093312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/8849094949290093312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/8849094949290093312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/01/operation-desert-storm-and-i-dunno-wat.html' title='Operation Desert Storm and i dunno wat all random heading u cud giv to this blog'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-1083360708280071784</id><published>2008-01-27T01:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-30T01:56:09.774+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Accented Jobless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://newdeal.feri.org/images/ab32.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://newdeal.feri.org/images/ab32.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have had a gala time in the last 1 weeek...I dint get to meet sarkozy or actually get anywhere near him(since he ditched us)..and neither dint bruni show up..bt I am kinda hoping tht I mite see them both in Mumbai..if today's TOI is to believed which i really want to..I dint get particulalrly drunk ..bt I had a time..and I am also done with I keep getting these gud old times once in a while u see ...I also am done with the job treat that i owed to my friends so now I can really,truly go for the kill in the parties to be thrown by my friends(U know wat i mean..eating and eating their money:P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jst realized that I am a just another jobless guy..I got this comment frm a PYT a couple of nights before and there is nothing that cud be elaborated abt it..means I have tried to reason it out ..bt alas..I cant really make anything out of it...I now look at every action of mine as just another thing done by a jobless guy ...and on the top of it I gave one of my top notch secrets abt an incident in my first year like a novice to this lady..and I keep getting my leg pulled by her(really pathetic condition tht I am in)..&lt;br /&gt;before this i did recieve sm more comments abt myself...like I talk in an accented way...speaking of which I do enjoy tht...like I try this really bad version of the arabic/palestinian accent..and smtimes i do this angrez ki aulad wala version:))&lt;br /&gt;anyways I will take off for now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-1083360708280071784?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/1083360708280071784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=1083360708280071784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1083360708280071784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4142515264486071329/posts/default/1083360708280071784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/2008/01/accented-jobless.html' title='Accented Jobless'/><author><name>Shivam Goel</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106090543669869120713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142515264486071329.post-3789370078363994928</id><published>2008-01-22T21:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-22T21:31:24.855+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shop-Exchanging</title><content type='html'>I have done shop lifting and I have done shop exchanging..&lt;br /&gt;Now there are many aspects to shop lifitng..first of all locate the cameras..then have smthing where u will hide ur pick..and then jst get out of there without getting any attention..u can better the art..u can buy smthing cheap over there so no one will have any doubt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now abt Shop exchanging...&lt;br /&gt;Its like I bought a lee jeans the previous day and I am wearing tht,...and today I found a better wrangler jeans..so its obvious wat i did..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4142515264486071329-3789370078363994928?l=hbk-shivam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbk-shivam.blogspot.com/feeds/3789370078363994928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4142515264486071329&amp;postID=3789370078363994928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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