<?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-5285484764755883940</id><updated>2012-01-21T18:48:53.186+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashanti</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-148763773442233148</id><published>2012-01-21T18:08:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T18:48:53.194+03:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In recent times I have been having a huge bucketful of bad luck. But eventually having a wife who has decided to stand by you no matter what happens really helps. Soni has stuck through everything and so has her credit card !!!:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So being Jobless especially a kick ass vacation was so much fun in the beginning but it eventually caught up with me and I thought of various options including returning to India. In theory it sounded amazing but my savings were dwindling and going to India meant starting from scratch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But now i have a job and last 2 months seem like a bad dream. No problems !!! :) But yes I am now in a  job something completely different from what i have been doing for the last 5 years.It is different and i enjoy it BUT i would always love to go back to what i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyways this post can go on forever so let me cut it short and let me write about happier times in my blogs coming next. India was amazing and pics and blogs coming soon !!!&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/5285484764755883940-148763773442233148?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/148763773442233148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=148763773442233148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/148763773442233148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/148763773442233148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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-5285484764755883940.post-6536645879611851688</id><published>2011-12-14T00:22:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T00:32:53.309+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Thums Up !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jUEsi3dadms/TufD-AkKK9I/AAAAAAAACYc/-9DEorLBrU4/s1600/2422023695_b2af26e880_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jUEsi3dadms/TufD-AkKK9I/AAAAAAAACYc/-9DEorLBrU4/s400/2422023695_b2af26e880_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685728524649507794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-6536645879611851688?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/6536645879611851688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=6536645879611851688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/6536645879611851688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/6536645879611851688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2011/12/missing-thums-up.html' title='Missing Thums Up !!!'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/-jUEsi3dadms/TufD-AkKK9I/AAAAAAAACYc/-9DEorLBrU4/s72-c/2422023695_b2af26e880_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-1757977208616626844</id><published>2011-11-27T02:24:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T02:31:51.231+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinda Happy !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Today was a very nice day spent with some friends drinking and making merry !! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Crabs Prawns and Chicken ....... Jalebi , Kala Jamun and Ladoo and then again Kababs and Grilled Chicken and Shawermas !! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;But the main thing which made my day was the phone call with Soni !! In general a satisfying day which i enjoyed with close friends. I am also enjoying helping Nivin setup his new home. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;No job yet but keeping my fingers crossed !! Long day ahead tomorrow !! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-1757977208616626844?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/1757977208616626844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=1757977208616626844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/1757977208616626844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/1757977208616626844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2011/11/kinda-happy.html' title='Kinda Happy !!'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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-5285484764755883940.post-3507071745462499000</id><published>2011-11-02T18:25:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T18:42:11.866+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;So when bad luck hits you it really hits you bad !!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;My Qatar position didn't work out because the guy who was going to work under decided to quit suddenly !! So i have to stay back in Kuwait !!And i am not worried about me !! I am worried about Soni !! She was so excited about it and her happiness is so infectious that i got caught up in it as well !! And we decided what we were going to shop and such !! To decorate our own home !! To do so many wonderful things !! All gone !! And i know the worst part is even through all of this  Soni has taken everything in stride !! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;We told everyone we were moving and now everything is ruined !! I am sad because i feel that because of me somehow my beautiful wife's dreams are dashed !! And not exactly my fault but i made her see dreams which didn't realise !!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sad !! Thats what i am !! :( &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-3507071745462499000?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/3507071745462499000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=3507071745462499000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/3507071745462499000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/3507071745462499000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2011/11/sad.html' title='Sad!!'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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-5285484764755883940.post-155220279214842881</id><published>2011-09-01T18:20:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T18:37:24.864+03:00</updated><title type='text'>We will miss you !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xJ1TroLqMLg/Tl-mjxyXmZI/AAAAAAAACVI/mJGudpp3A-0/s1600/Aiee.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xJ1TroLqMLg/Tl-mjxyXmZI/AAAAAAAACVI/mJGudpp3A-0/s400/Aiee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647415591336122770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are always remembered for the good times and with my Aaie its always has been the king of good times or rather queen !! A true rock star who will always be missed !! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-155220279214842881?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/155220279214842881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=155220279214842881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/155220279214842881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/155220279214842881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-will-miss-you.html' title='We will miss you !!'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/-xJ1TroLqMLg/Tl-mjxyXmZI/AAAAAAAACVI/mJGudpp3A-0/s72-c/Aiee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-1027312475265493625</id><published>2011-07-30T18:18:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T18:20:56.353+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Weed at Night !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I have decided to write a couple of stories in my life!! Stories which might have affected me in one way or another!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;This one is particularly in Bangalore!! I don’t know what made me do it!! I was in my flat in Bangalore!! Yes the forsaken 2A. The night was a very boring night!! Lots of friends were over and I was not drinking due to some reason!!! No one had anything else!!! I wanted some weed!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes I smoked once in a while!!! So this was one of those crazy nights when ire ally needed a smoke real bad!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;So I was really bugged especially when everyone was drinking. I walked downstairs and then the first auto I found I got into it and then the old uncle driving it asked me “Where to boss?”. It was 2 in the night!! I said “Boss Ganja Chahiyeh!!” YES!! I was that stupid and dressed in formals and chappals!! Anyways lucky may have it the guy was very chilled out and I had promised a decent amount for very little!!! After almost 1.5 hours of searching and going to some of the shadiest places in Bangalore he finally found me some near Cantonment railway station which BTW was the costliest weed I have ever bought!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I came home and sat down and as soon as I got ready for a smoke a couple of friends came over . T.T came over took me to one side and said “Bro I got some of the best weed possible “ :P Ya one of those nights !! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-1027312475265493625?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/1027312475265493625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=1027312475265493625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/1027312475265493625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/1027312475265493625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2011/07/weed-at-night.html' title='Weed at Night !!!'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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-5285484764755883940.post-4330870373940925294</id><published>2011-07-29T02:37:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T02:39:27.297+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uhNRAII00NM/TjHzG3wbWyI/AAAAAAAACE0/shFqgcLxgK0/s1600/Orissa%2BFlag.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uhNRAII00NM/TjHzG3wbWyI/AAAAAAAACE0/shFqgcLxgK0/s320/Orissa%2BFlag.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634551908189035298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Hmm so I decided to write again!! I guess this is the only I can actually vent my feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Well what does being Indian mean. How do you really show your true patriotism towards a country &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;from where you hold your passport for but have lived in other places rather than that place !! For me I guess I have lived more of my life in Kuwait than any other place!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;It does not mean I am Kuwaiti !! I never will be !! I love India and Orissa and a lot of things about everything in Orissa !! People ask me so many things about Orissa and I am sure I can match it word to word for what they know!!! However in recent times I feel more of an outsider than ever!! especially since I have been so busy with work and such and also with work being in Kuwait (again ) I feel that I need a break to get connected with my roots again !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I need to again travel in the wild with just myself. Why am I talking about this … cos some idiot told me today how would you know about Orissa when u haven’t lived there enough!!! And the worst thing is my wife also agreed!! I am not angry though I was!!! They will never understand!! They will never understand how it feels to be the outsider !! How when u know so much about where they have lived and yet you are told that you haven’t lived enough in the country or state to know “the true feel “ about it !! They will never understand that you might actually have much bigger plans than they do about their own state !! That eventually you are more connected than they ever will be …… But yes they will also be right in one thing being the fact that you haven’t lived enough time there !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;That proves shit !! The time I have lived there is the time I love and cherish!! The cold morning with chai in Bhubaneswar to the hot sultry afternoons below the fan !! The lake swims in the rain to the smoking beedis at the railway station with the rickshaw waala. The island on Chilaka!!:P YES YES !! I love Orissa and now after this rant I feel that I don’t have to prove it to anyone of how much I know or love my state !! Maybe I haven’t lived there enough but the time I have lived there I am sure I have earned of being a pakhal loving Oriya &amp;gt; I don’t have to prove anything !!! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-4330870373940925294?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/4330870373940925294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=4330870373940925294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/4330870373940925294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/4330870373940925294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2011/07/hmm-so-i-decided-to-write-again-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/-uhNRAII00NM/TjHzG3wbWyI/AAAAAAAACE0/shFqgcLxgK0/s72-c/Orissa%2BFlag.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-2501679543297222569</id><published>2011-04-21T13:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T13:24:05.877+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For the last couple of days I have been thinking how people are chasing their dreams and to what extenet they are ready to go. Being married or not married but doing what they love. But in the last week or so I have been thinking !! How far have I gone to fulfil my dreams !! Have I done enough?? Not really is what I feel!! Depressed and broken down I didn’t give up after the first Mandala Project but after the second one I decided that I will surely pull it through!! However it now doesn’t seem that it is going to happen !! I feel that dreams these days are not that easy to complete !! You have peer pressure, parental pressure etc. The only respite from all of his is Soni who has dedicatedly worked to support me but now even she thinks I am a bit crazy!! Anyways with so many things and a lot fo people looking towards me to act responsibly I have decided that I should simply crush my dreams and move forward!! I know it is not the best thing and something which I would never do but somehow looking at the circumstances I am forced to act in this way. Cheers to an extremely boring life ahead !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-2501679543297222569?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/2501679543297222569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=2501679543297222569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/2501679543297222569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/2501679543297222569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2011/04/normal-0-false-false-false.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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-5285484764755883940.post-7540303393208213640</id><published>2011-02-12T13:00:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T13:32:28.017+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Married !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mM_WXCw3UzU/TVZbjL__LVI/AAAAAAAACBg/Hc7ZlMhP42M/s1600/DSC00542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mM_WXCw3UzU/TVZbjL__LVI/AAAAAAAACBg/Hc7ZlMhP42M/s400/DSC00542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572742248992288082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmmm so I am married!! And with that I feel that so much responsibility!! But responsibility doesn’t mean the fun factor is gone!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On the contrary I love the shopping for setting up my room with Soni, shopping for her winter wear, grocery, furniture (the first time ever in my life) and various other things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The waking up in the morning to her beautiful hair, little mouth open and seeing her blissfully floating in her dream world is worth growing up. Growing or being mature is what is expected from me but, does it mean I can’t be myself?? I mean cant I wake up in the night and watch a movie or stay up late watching Sons of Anarchy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well frankly speaking “NO”. Things change!! Get used to it if you are married!! Of course u can’t leave your clothes lying around your room!! Your toothbrush is always at the same place every morning and so are your last night jammies. Your clothes, DVDs and books are categorized. Your footwear for inside the home and outside is different. Jeans are cleaner and on a regular basis. Evening are spent watching a movie ,trying to whip up the perfect dinner or going out with your bachelor friends hearing them crib about their love lives. But instead of you giving advice about how to get the next girl, your wife gives them advice how to keep their present ones. Yes being married changes everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now the question I know everyone wants to know! Is it worth it?? Is worth taking the plunge and looking back to the gone days of lazy afternoons and drunk nights with friends usually ending with hangover lunch the next day. In my honest opinion or rather what I think is go for it!! Forget the things which happened!! Grow up and move on!! You can’t hang on to your college day forever!! Friends will be there no matter what … Married or not!! They will learn to accept you with or without your better half!! And if luck is in your favor you will marry the one your love and things will eventually fall into place without noticing. Something which is happening to me… I am enjoying every aspect of this marriage. It doesn’t mean we don’t have our fair share of fight but the next day we forget that entire episode cos we both I guess know that fight and disagreements are part of life. What’s the use of having a life without any disagreements!! BORING!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well coming back so I am married and yes I have responsibilities and yes I know it will take me time for me to grow up and be the perfect husband but till then I know I have Soni a.k.a THE MRS to hold my hand and guide me through this phase. To tell me that buying a bike right now is not the best of ideas but rather it’s better to invest in something else. But yes she will surely tell me the right time to buy the bike but for now I know she’s right!! And I believe in her not matter!! Married … sounds weird but yes marriage is one of the best things that has happened to me in recent times. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-7540303393208213640?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/7540303393208213640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=7540303393208213640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/7540303393208213640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/7540303393208213640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2011/02/married.html' title='Married !!'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/-mM_WXCw3UzU/TVZbjL__LVI/AAAAAAAACBg/Hc7ZlMhP42M/s72-c/DSC00542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-7207466428108768293</id><published>2011-02-09T10:28:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T11:13:16.071+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Written on the train on the 7th of January 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Romancing the trains has always been a passion with me !! With a lot of things happening in my life along with my wedding just a week away and Nandi being delivered in a couple of days , I finally took some time off to travel alone and spend some time contemplating what the future holds for me and my future !! So with so much on my mind I thought a train ride to my meet my parents in Jajpur would be an amazing idea. Why the train !!! ?? I have no clue but when I was a kid I loved meeting people and I still do and I love traveling by trains !! But in recent times work and I guess living in Kuwait has made me soft and extra cautious while travelling !! And I am sorry to say that even that has happened I have not given up on the comfort factor and decided to travel this short trip in th AC compartment with a general ticket . With a generous tip to the train attendants and also a quick word with the TC (Ticket Collector) got me this privilege. And I am not going to justify my bribing these people but I will also say that they get paid peanuts for the effort they put in. Anyways moving on so I love trains like crazy cos of the constant rumbling and rattling !! The way the traikn sways and the way the scenery passes you by !! The way u feel that the world is moving around you while u r stationary !! The way u meet new people and if this was a longer I am sure conversations woluld have been much better. And the food !! The constant flow on hawkers and vendors of food galore. Nothing makes me happier !! This is also time u get to think about various various other things !! &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I love travelling by train and also to enjoy this moment even more I am going to cut this blog short !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-7207466428108768293?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/7207466428108768293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=7207466428108768293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/7207466428108768293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/7207466428108768293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2011/02/written-on-train-on-7th-of-january-2010.html' title='Written on the train on the 7th of January 2010'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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-5285484764755883940.post-4586257900248105558</id><published>2010-11-02T16:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T16:23:11.843+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I too had a Love Story !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I read a book called “ I too had a love story “ on recommendation from my fiance . She insisted though she had not read it . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Well I really wont say the book is well written but the way the emotions have been potrayed it would actually make any lover call up their loved ones and just to reassure themselves say “I love you” all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;In the beginnning the book seemed to drag but I didn’t realise that I was looking for a way to connect myself with the main character !! And boy did I connect . A short book and a bit slow in between the book forces us to the see the sweeter and mushy side of a simple yet beautiful love story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The ending of the book brought tears to my eyes but I guess it was just me !! Although I know everyone in my in-laws family and such the first visit with anxities and such felt my Ravin was the same way I felt !! And to think my engagment is a couple of days away something like this happening I don’t think I will be able to handle the same so calmly . And even thinking of something like Khushi’s accident happening will destroy my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I am crazily in love with Soni and now everytime I think I will fight the whole thought of losing her makes me keep my mouth shut and think how I miss the voice which says “Love you Jo” every night ! ! even imagining a life without her is agonisinig , which is somehow what this book conveys !! I don’t know if the author will agree with me but I basically sum up this book as saying “ love and cherish every moment as your last …. You just might not know when It is the last one “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-4586257900248105558?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/4586257900248105558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=4586257900248105558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/4586257900248105558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/4586257900248105558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-too-had-love-story.html' title='I too had a Love Story !!!'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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-5285484764755883940.post-3603350812477110735</id><published>2010-02-20T10:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T10:40:41.955+03:00</updated><title type='text'>John Grisham</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/S3-RxlwBvNI/AAAAAAAAByg/ZKOfPPPXHi8/s1600-h/blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440227156020018386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/S3-RxlwBvNI/AAAAAAAAByg/ZKOfPPPXHi8/s200/blog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The weekend was really nice spent with some good friends and not the usual craziness!! Met Jigar Shah and few others and was extremely relaxed !! And Brenden and me had an amazing time watching movies and hogging food in huge quantities (Read Chinese and Arabic with copious amount of Pepsi) !! Was crazy as hell but was fun !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently finished a book called “ The Partner” by John Grisham and have actually made a bet with myself to finish all his books by June !! Well I have finished quite a few of them actually&lt;br /&gt;A Painted House&lt;br /&gt;A Time to Kill&lt;br /&gt;Skipping Christmas&lt;br /&gt;The Client&lt;br /&gt;The Firm&lt;br /&gt;The Last Juror&lt;br /&gt;The Partner&lt;br /&gt;The Pelican Brief&lt;br /&gt;The Rainmaker&lt;br /&gt;The Runaway Jury&lt;br /&gt;The Innocent Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them are amazing though few of them needed a lot of patience to finish and wasn’t very happy with A Painted House and Innocent Man was based completely on true court room drama and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways coming back I loved this book and also “The Firm” because of the planning and approach towards life where both the main characters in the books have taken. In “The Firm” I love how Mitchell plans and executes everything to perfection and how gets away cleanly with everything. But I didn’t like the ending on The Partner though that is what you might call divine justice. I wasn’t very happy!! Again two amazing books and since now a few more to go before I ship all these books to my library in India which is in the process of being built and expanded as per my wishes !! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5285484764755883940-3603350812477110735?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/3603350812477110735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=3603350812477110735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/3603350812477110735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/3603350812477110735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2010/02/john-grisham.html' title='John Grisham'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/S3-RxlwBvNI/AAAAAAAAByg/ZKOfPPPXHi8/s72-c/blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-8543911893149565326</id><published>2010-02-17T17:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T17:45:11.850+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Ranting !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 1ex; font-weight: bold;"&gt;      &lt;div&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;People change!! So do I!! I never realized  till recently. I still thought I was the happy go lucky character who  didn’t care for anything in the world (or at least I think I am).  I love partying drinking, dancing (when sufficiently drunk) and having  fun in general. And now I just feel that I have grown out of these ways  in a certain fashion!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don’t be mistaken for a second that  the fun part has stopped&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;It’s just matured and refined with time.  I tend to party but not as before with complete strangers and then waking  up the next morning not knowing what happened last night !! Also partying  doesn’t mean trying every possible drink available at the party getting  wasted and then to get over the hangover drink some more which eventually  led to another party (The huge vicious circle). And usually I ended  up in someone else’s bed and absolutely ready to go next morning!!  Now it’s usually waking up always in my own bed no matter what with  a bad hangover and thinking I will never drink again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Usually the day began with tons to eat  and such like momo’s and sausages and beans and toast!! Now it’s  basically corn flakes or Red bull and run run run!! Work was always  fun and I had 2 jobs just to make sure I had a good time in the night!!  Now it’s a single job but feels like 3 jobs and well the fun factor  isn’t that great. It’s more like servitude and no rest and relaxation  and constant worry about losing my job to someone. Holidays usually  revolve around working more and trying to make money and better future  but somehow I feel that missing out on the present is not worth it.  But yes I am getting married next year and I feel I am being burdened  with a lot of responsibilities. My only responsibility when I was younger  was to get high and enough petrol in my bike. Now it is usually running  around behind land deals and saving enough money for the wedding!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Even though all of this happening I wonder  is it really worth and I see all the party boys and grls now and think  “Fuck I was better in partying than them !!” and they will think  the same in a few years !! And then I feel that I think I am better  off!! Sure I sacrificed a lot in the process but eventually I am doing  ok and though not the happiest I am getting through!! And eventually  hard work will pay one way or another!! So just praying for the best!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-8543911893149565326?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/8543911893149565326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=8543911893149565326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/8543911893149565326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/8543911893149565326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-ranting_17.html' title='Just Ranting !!'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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-5285484764755883940.post-1839793446524283763</id><published>2009-09-03T00:25:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:27:42.508+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing the Banana Leaf !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gourmetindia.com/img/banana%20leaf%20meal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 562px; height: 423px;" src="http://www.gourmetindia.com/img/banana%20leaf%20meal.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;For the last few months I have been waiting for today cos today is Onam!! No I have no inclined towards the Kerala tribe in Abbasiya but the thing is that I just love festivals with the colors and the chaos associated!! The general spirit of people going around happy and smiling dressing up in nice clothes!! Yes I know!! My inner child has woken up again but I can’t help it!!! And with festival comes food!! But this I was once instance I was not happy about the food but on what I was going to eat it on!! See I was sick and tired of eating in plastic disposables plates!! I wanted that disposable plates of India!! The ones made of leaves!! Anyways after I heard that I would be served on a banana leaf my excitement knew no bounds!! I was super duper happy and my Malu knowledge bank Vinod told me in Onam somehow they get hold of Banana leaves and serve food on them. So a week ago when Vinod told me about today I made absolutely no plans and decided to go thr for my Banana Leaf festival Onam!! Well it’s not exactly banana leaf festival but for me it represented that!! I told my Mom, my fiancé and tons of others people about my excitement to eat on a banana leaf!! So after work I got ready in the evening called Shine of our artists for Mandala Project!! He was also super excited about this!! We both had planned to make it an amazing culinary Onam!! Sending it psy style!! Anyways when I went to pick up Shin it was already late and he was no where to be seen and then I decided to visit his hostel!! Unfortunately after waiting for half an hour I got pissed and left cos the Banana leaf beckoned or rather called me in a very very sweet voice!!  I had a bad feeling that I would even devour the banana leaf!! :P But once I reached the fucking traffic in Malu country (ABASSIYA) I was shocked by the number of people on the street !! And all dressed for Onam!! So me, Vinod and Noel his friend headed to Neema Hut cos Vinod had specifically booked three meals and paid in advance!! And then bomb fell on us!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FAT Seth said that “SAARI SAAR!! NO MORE BANANA LEAFS LEFT!!! “ &lt;br /&gt;My make belief world of banana leaves came crashing down!! Even Vinod saw the sadness in my eyes and said don’t worry Joe we can do it next year!! He didn’t realize how much I had actually waited for this!! So we had parathas and chicken on plates!!! NORMAL PLATES!! :( And the owner of the places actually tried to cheer me up with Lassi !! Any other given day this would have actually cheered me up!! After dinner me and Vinod devoured single serving tubs of Mango Ice cream!!  I think he is the only guy who I have seen eating like an animal and coming back for more!! He actually once dipped Kaju Barfi in Fish Curry and ate it!! Yuck!! Anyways after the disappointing dinner I headed back to home but somehow I had a sense of fulfillment!! I really don’t know how to name it but somehow the whole ordeal left me happy with an inner glow I really can’t explain!! Maybe it was the whole process of chasing after the Banana Leaf which made this experience memorable!!  All in all a good night which ended with an amazing chat with Soni!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&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/5285484764755883940-1839793446524283763?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/1839793446524283763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=1839793446524283763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/1839793446524283763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/1839793446524283763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-last-few-months-i-have-been-waiting.html' title='Chasing the Banana Leaf !!'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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-5285484764755883940.post-8200465632394580128</id><published>2009-08-22T15:16:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T15:20:27.406+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/So_htQzO_jI/AAAAAAAABqA/_P5gXpD-Hqc/s1600-h/random04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/So_htQzO_jI/AAAAAAAABqA/_P5gXpD-Hqc/s320/random04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372761048196513330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;7 things I did this weekend which can be labeled as weird and random or a regular weekend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;1)Went for the G.I.Joe movie!! Tremendously crazy movie which brought back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; good memories of Star Plus and those good old days when begging for a figurine was the whole purpose of existence of my childhood !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;2)Went for a huge huge huge cup of cocktail at 1 in the night . Kuwait is the only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; country where having a cocktail sis where they mix a huge concoction of different kind of juices and fruits and although amazingly tasty has no trace of alcohol in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;3)Went to play pool at 3 in the night!! Billiards in a smoke filled room in which I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; am still thinking why we had gone to in the first place!! It was pathetic!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;4)Went to say good bye to Nigel when he leave for Canada and said how much I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; would miss him now that he was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;5)Listened to the Pink Panther theme by Beat Hackers(mix) and finally danced like crazy feeling happy without worrying about much . Was a happy feeling to be so free . And I had the hugest grin on my face while doing so !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;6)Played a decent set after a long hiatus always scared that my love for the 130&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; BPM ( Beats per Minute) would fade with time yet I somehow think that my heart beat is getting synchronized with every beautiful beat I hear!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;7)Decided to finally get on with my MBA noting the fact that am not getting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; younger and that it is like a huge load which has to be cleared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;P.S. – The track in the http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ONCY0xnefAE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; video is an amazing acoustic rendition of the Days Go By by Dirty Vegas and I cant imagine that they ended up being just a one hit wonder!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-8200465632394580128?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/8200465632394580128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=8200465632394580128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/8200465632394580128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/8200465632394580128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/08/seven.html' title='Seven'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/So_htQzO_jI/AAAAAAAABqA/_P5gXpD-Hqc/s72-c/random04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-7194728916314417587</id><published>2009-08-17T14:46:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:38:15.432+03:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week of Terror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SolEfwyil8I/AAAAAAAABow/-8u91FeJ-Yo/s1600-h/red-ribbon.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SolEfwyil8I/AAAAAAAABow/-8u91FeJ-Yo/s320/red-ribbon.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370899343079544770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well the last weekend I decided to get an HIV test!! I don’t want to say the reason because I know it will be dishonoring someone else I know!! And that person didn’t give his life for vain or his mistake!! Coming around let me explain why this test became an ordeal for me. &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kuwait&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is a country which has an AIDS test for every new person who enters the country. And if found with HIV + blood they are not allowed to enter . Now most of the clinics take around a day or two maximum for this test but in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kuwait&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; no clinics are allowed to do this test. They have to send it out of the country. And if found positive you are immediately deported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways so my parents didn’t support my decision either and also they were worried that with the disgusting medical care facilities as they tend to botch up medical reports on a regular basis and many people in the process have been hurt in this manner in Kuwait. Anyways the last week was a real downer with so much tension. I finally decided to go ahead and give the bloody test knowing that if I didn’t do it I wouldn’t get the peace of mind to continue with life in general!! This last week showed me a lot of things!! Every night was plagued with wild and crazy nightmares but the one thing I learned from all of this was how close my fiancé was to me!! And how I had taken the right decision in my life to choose her as my life partner! She bluntly refused to take this lying down and prompted me by saying that go ahead and don’t worry whatever happens I will be there!! The result came after seven days I read this quote some time ago and loved it and it perfectly described how I felt when I took the test.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;“&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/life_is_like_a_game_of_cards-the_hand_you_are/212244.html"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Life is like a game of cards. The hand you are dealt is determinism; the way you play it is &lt;span style=""&gt;free will&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;”: Jawahar Lal Nehru&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So going against everything I took the plunge and came out smiling!! The test was negative and although it was a harrowing experience over that one week due to the support of Soni and few close friend like Lucky, Sayan and Rosy I was able to breeze through an ordeal. Keeping all of this in mind I now value all their support !! Also another person whom i should mention is Dr. Namrata Barik who is still studying but was extremely  supporting through everything .&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-7194728916314417587?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/7194728916314417587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=7194728916314417587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/7194728916314417587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/7194728916314417587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-week-of-terror.html' title='One Week of Terror'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SolEfwyil8I/AAAAAAAABow/-8u91FeJ-Yo/s72-c/red-ribbon.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-7046263602155398290</id><published>2009-08-09T14:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:13:12.721+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It’s been ages since I have written cos of the whole work load and such but in recent times I have had some issues and also it was killing me!! Well waiting for a set of results!! And hoping that they are good!! Anyways besides that there are a lot of things which have been going!! Last month was Sawaan and you know it’s as if God is testing me!! Last few months I didn’t have a decent party and suddenly everything is happening in this month with almost tons of parties thrown and me playing in all of them and not drinking at all! And also since the day I have started fasting I have had such amazing opportunities to eat like an animal in some good restaurants which the company pays that it’s actually feels like an opportunity lost!! But now I feel that somehow it will be all worthwhile!! Somehow I feel that there is a sunrise at the horizon after the dark days!! Somehow I feel everything will be fine!! I am not super duper religious and such but I do believe there is a supreme power and that we as human beings need someone to look upto!! As human beings we require the help of the almighty to help in every possible manner!! Being self sufficient is not always enough!! You need to have that certain belief in divine power!! Anyways I am just waiting for something good to happen eventually!! And hoping that everyone prays for me!! Cos I really need it !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-7046263602155398290?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/7046263602155398290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=7046263602155398290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/7046263602155398290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/7046263602155398290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been-ages-since-i-have-written-cos.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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-5285484764755883940.post-4328937357005966668</id><published>2009-07-16T14:07:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:11:23.007+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/Sl8Y2o5hpwI/AAAAAAAABmM/yK-j-eRt-GU/s1600-h/boring%21%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/Sl8Y2o5hpwI/AAAAAAAABmM/yK-j-eRt-GU/s320/boring%21%21%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359029408564881154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last couple of weeks has been crazy for me as I have been working and compensating for two people at work. And since our bosses think we are just cheap Indian slaves it gets worse by the day. Although I learned a lot in the last few weeks it’s not something great!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Coming back a lot of people have been bitching about me not staying in touch or not being interesting enough!! When I was interesting people had complaints that I was not committed and focused. Come on people!! One thing at a time!! I am now working hard and crazy cos very frankly I want something in life and people who truly know me how disgustingly obsessive I become when I have something to achieve may it be something as simple as having a college barbecue or getting that ever eluding cd or vinyl. I believe life for me at least is too short and I have huge ambitions and I will do anything and I mean absolutely anything to get what I deserve. I think working hard is just an excuse people hide behind. Working hard is just one half of it. Next comes smartness, luck and various other things!! Can’t explain it to everyone but its not just about Hard work always and I hate the fact that people whom I am doing this for come back and say that I am not interesting a.k.a Soni!! I mean come on I am doing everything expected from me . Working hard, leading an extremely normal working class life and getting a pretty decent salary!! If I am being looked as being Boring I am fine with it!! I will sacrifice anything and everything to obtain what I want in life!! And I already have!! I have lost some of my best friends whom I just stay in touch through email. I have missed out on my traveling and meeting new people!! Most of all I have sacrificed my music!! And not being interesting is another one to that list!! But I am ok with it!! Cos eventually I will get what I deserve!! I will do anything to reach where I want to be!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-4328937357005966668?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/4328937357005966668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=4328937357005966668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/4328937357005966668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/4328937357005966668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/07/boring.html' title='Boring !!'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/Sl8Y2o5hpwI/AAAAAAAABmM/yK-j-eRt-GU/s72-c/boring%21%21%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-7373994937047692463</id><published>2009-07-01T14:03:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T14:26:21.130+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Normality</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;By Paulo Coelho :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I decided to conduct a survey anmong my friends about what society considers to be normal behavior. What follows is a list I have made of some of the absurd situations we face in day-to-day life, just because society sees them as normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What society considers ‘normal’:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1] Anything that makes us forget our true identity and our dreams and makes us only work to produce and reproduce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2] Making rules for a war (the Geneva Convention).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3] Spending years at university and then not being able to find a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4] Working from nine in the morning to five in the afternoon at something that does not give us the least pleasure, so that we can retire after 30 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5] Retiring only to discover that we have no more energy to enjoy life, and then dying of boredom after a few years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6] Using Botox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7] Trying to be financially successful instead of seeking happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8] Ridiculing those who seek happiness instead of money by calling them “people with no ambition”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;9] Comparing objects like cars, houses and clothes, and defining life according to these comparisons instead of really trying to find out the true reason for being alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;10] Not talking to strangers. Saying nasty things about our neighbors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;11] Thinking that parents are always right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;12] Getting married, having children and staying together even though the love has gone, claiming that it’s for the sake of the children (who do not seem to be listening to the constant arguments).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;13] Criticizing everybody who tries to be different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;14] Waking up with a hysterical alarm-clock at the bedside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;15] Believing absolutely everything that is printed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;16] Wearing a piece of colored cloth wrapped around the neck for no apparent reason and known by the pompous name “necktie”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;17] Never asking direct questions, even though the other person understands what you want to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;18] Keeping a smile on your face when you really want to cry. And feeling sorry for those who show their own feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;19] Thinking that art is worth a fortune, or else that it is worth absolutely nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;20] Always despising what was easily gained, because the “necessary sacrifice” – and therefore also the required qualities – are missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;21] Following fashion, even though it all looks ridiculous and uncomfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;22] Being convinced that all the famous people have tons of money saved up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;23] Investing a lot in exterior beauty and paying little attention to interior beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;24] Using all possible means to show that even though you are a normal person, you are infinitely superior to other human beings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;25] In any kind of public transport, never looking straight into the eyes of the other passengers, as this may be taken for attempting to seduce them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;26] When you enter an elevator, looking straight at the door and pretending you are the only person inside, however crowded it may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;27] Never laughing out loud in a restaurant, no matter how funny the story is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;28] In the Northern hemisphere, always wearing the clothes that matchthe season of the year: short sleeves in springtime (however cold it may be) and a woolen jacket in the fall (no matter how warm it is).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;29] In the Southern hemisphere, decorating the Christmas tree with cotton wool, even though winter has nothing to do with the birth of Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;30] As you grow older, thinking you are the wisest man in the world,even though not always do you have enough life experience to know what is wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;31] Going to a charity event and thinking that in this way you have collaborated enough to put an end to all the social inequalities in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;32] Eating three times a day, even if you’re not hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;33] Believing that the others are always better at everything: they are better-looking, more resourceful, richer and more intelligent.Since it’s very risky to venture beyond your own limits, it’s better to do nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;34] Using the car as a way to feel powerful and in control of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;35] Using foul language in traffic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;36] Thinking that everything your child does wrong is the fault of the company he or she is keeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;37] Marrying the first person who offers you a position in society.Love can wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;38] Always saying “I tried”, even though you haven’t tried at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;39] Putting off doing the most interesting things in life until you no longer have the strength to do them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;40] Avoiding depression with massive daily doses of television programs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;41] Believing that it is possible to be sure of everything you have won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;42] Thinking that women don’t like football and that men don’t like interior decoration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;43] Blaming the government for everything bad that happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;44] Being convinced that being a good, decent and respectful person means that the others will find you weak, vulnerable and easy to manipulate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;45] Being convinced that aggressiveness and discourtesy in treating others are signs of a powerful personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;46] Being afraid of fibroscopy (men) and childbirth (women).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; 47] And finally, thinking that your religion is the sole proprietor of the absolute truth, the most important, the best, and that the other human beings in this immense planet who believe in any other manifestation of God are condemned to the fires of hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-7373994937047692463?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/7373994937047692463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=7373994937047692463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/7373994937047692463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/7373994937047692463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/07/normality.html' title='Normality'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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-5285484764755883940.post-1019589705866568733</id><published>2009-06-03T19:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T19:55:41.704+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/Siaq4leOVzI/AAAAAAAABhM/YgQoZPlcHFA/s1600-h/mandala_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/Siaq4leOVzI/AAAAAAAABhM/YgQoZPlcHFA/s320/mandala_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343145897029949234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All right been some time now since I have written!! Basically with my boss out of town and me doing all his fucking pending work (That’s what I am gonna do when I leave for vacation as well !!!) and the pain of being in a long distance relationship is killing me !!Anyhow I had a good weekend last weekend with the party and really really good crowd to play music to and also the barbecue and the whole traveling around and shit was crazy as hell !!!:) Good but it took its toll on me in the next few days!! Well the Mandala Project is in full swing and tickets being printed as I write this! Ticket enquiries are coming by the truck load and pre sales tickets are up!! For detaisl u can check the website at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.mandalaproject.net/"&gt;www.mandalaproject.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; . Amazing work done by Damu who is my Indian partner and handling the major part of the operation. Also another name worth mention is Siddharth Dasgupta who is an amazing kid just stuck in the wrong place at the wrong time. Coming back this weekend is my Saturday off and planning to head to some chill session party with a few frnds and such!! And maybe talk to the usual gang in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; about the Mandala Project !!!:P Besides that nothing great only that got an amazing card from Soni and feeling super guilty !!! So have to work something out there !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-1019589705866568733?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/1019589705866568733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=1019589705866568733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/1019589705866568733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/1019589705866568733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-right-been-some-time-now-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/Siaq4leOVzI/AAAAAAAABhM/YgQoZPlcHFA/s72-c/mandala_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-1785140158457352342</id><published>2009-05-19T12:48:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:27:00.184+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/ShKJZKzgJCI/AAAAAAAABcI/Oe1jNeve3xs/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/ShKJZKzgJCI/AAAAAAAABcI/Oe1jNeve3xs/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337479573877564450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am sick and tired of people not being happy of me being fat!! What the fuck is their problem!! I love eating!! Some people love photography and some people love other things but I love to eat good food!! And even I would love to be thin and eat more and more but in recent times everyone has been behind me about this!! As if it’s a crime!! Especially people who “supposedly” love me so much ….. I am kindaa pissed off so now getting irritated I have decided to do something about it!! Haven’t decided yet what to do cos diets don’t really help me a lot!! So let’s see what can be done!! All hope now on uparwala!! Also I finally got my holiday approval!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-1785140158457352342?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/1785140158457352342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=1785140158457352342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/1785140158457352342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/1785140158457352342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-sick-and-tired-of-people-not-being.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/ShKJZKzgJCI/AAAAAAAABcI/Oe1jNeve3xs/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-5266811704088885027</id><published>2009-05-08T23:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:42:46.245+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Joys of getting Lost ! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SgSZE-U7wQI/AAAAAAAABbI/6DsKdpajM08/s1600-h/Photo_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SgSZE-U7wQI/AAAAAAAABbI/6DsKdpajM08/s320/Photo_0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333556169442836738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am sick and tired of work and work and work !! So today I decided to travel and get lost!! And since I don’t have anything else to do and people being soo busy I decided to travel to somewhere at least get out of home! Now I didn’t wanna do the usual stuff again!! You know shisha and such so decided to just drive randomly into the desert!! Kept driving and driving!! Was bored as had spent the whole morning working on the Mandala Project and doing calculation and such was really getting to me!! Just needed a escape so went all crazy!! And since everyone was busy doing something I loaded some good Psy onto the USB and got some water and headed out!! After driving the usual roads and getting a bit out of the city I headed randomly and I started getting lost! That’s when I enjoyed the whole travel!! And since I had no certain destination just used to stop in the middle of the road and look around!! I saw some amazing things!!  Huge bird house!! HUGE!! And camels!! And drove off into the middle of nowhere!! All the while listening to Pari’s music he had given on my previous trip to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!! Its just gave me time to clear my head made me think if Kuwait was bigger country I would have surely driven off into the wild on a regular basis and also now when back in India I know I can do the same !! Also the Force Motors Gurkha Black Beauty is already in my sights and really contemplating getting one of those for me!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  But summing up everything I loved the whole trip!! Made me clear my head and I came home feeling relaxed as I should be on a Friday afternoon!! &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/5285484764755883940-5266811704088885027?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/5266811704088885027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=5266811704088885027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/5266811704088885027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/5266811704088885027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/05/joys-of-getting-lost.html' title='Joys of getting Lost ! !'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SgSZE-U7wQI/AAAAAAAABbI/6DsKdpajM08/s72-c/Photo_0013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-8603024408953635886</id><published>2009-05-05T21:47:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:48:54.081+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness !! my trip to India albeit a very short one !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happiness&lt;/b&gt; is a state of mind or feeling such as contentment, satisfaction, pleasure, or joy. How easily it has been defined! But the last few days have been amazing!! When u know you are going to meet the one u madly love in a few hours!! When u get that first kiss after such a long time !! The first hug!! The sleeping on your shoulder!! The long drives !! The happiness in a smile , in sharing dinner !! It was all beautiful!! From the friendly smiles by Sanjay, Pari and Damu !! I felt this peace and happiness I never felt before!! The beach the sand in between your toes!! To spend restless night in the arms of the one you love!! WOW!! And meeting the to be in-laws was even more amazing!! After the uncomfortable silence they were amazing people who loved me for what I was!! For what their daughter had chosen!! Amazing that people can be soo caring and loving and I am proud that I am going to be part of that family!! And finally when I reached Mumbai it was an amazing experience to finally meet Deepali!! Amazing trip!! Thank you Damu and Pari!! Sanjay big Namaskar!! And Soni I love u more than anything else in this world!!You somehow have defined happiness in my life and the above definition will never justify it ! !&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/5285484764755883940-8603024408953635886?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/8603024408953635886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=8603024408953635886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/8603024408953635886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/8603024408953635886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/05/happiness-my-trip-to-india-albeit-very.html' title='Happiness !! my trip to India albeit a very short one !!'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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-5285484764755883940.post-1781278788117566611</id><published>2009-04-20T14:45:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:33:37.300+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bank Card !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/Sexqu--Z6QI/AAAAAAAABZE/UQsATXk245U/s1600-h/card.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/Sexqu--Z6QI/AAAAAAAABZE/UQsATXk245U/s320/card.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326749814683724034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently i have been posting pics more than writing cos basically not getting the time !!!:) But this is something which i had to put to explain how difficult my name is  and why I stick to "Joey" or "JOJO" ...... I bet a lot of people don't even know till date that my name is Subhayou Nayak .... And my Bank people went one step ahead and ruined it even more. So go ahead have a laugh at my expense !! I always do whenever I withdraw money !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-1781278788117566611?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/1781278788117566611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=1781278788117566611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/1781278788117566611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/1781278788117566611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-bank-card.html' title='My Bank Card !!'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/Sexqu--Z6QI/AAAAAAAABZE/UQsATXk245U/s72-c/card.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-154121536216902076</id><published>2009-04-19T00:52:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:55:14.801+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My first try at buying something like this !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SepL8-CxZeI/AAAAAAAABYU/VX1SV12Ef_Y/s1600-h/Photo_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SepL8-CxZeI/AAAAAAAABYU/VX1SV12Ef_Y/s320/Photo_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326153020137891298" 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/5285484764755883940-154121536216902076?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/154121536216902076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=154121536216902076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/154121536216902076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/154121536216902076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-try-at-buying-something-like.html' title='My first try at buying something like this !!'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SepL8-CxZeI/AAAAAAAABYU/VX1SV12Ef_Y/s72-c/Photo_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-7256127155260631416</id><published>2009-04-19T00:19:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T12:47:19.999+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I am not alone !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SepLR5oE4QI/AAAAAAAABYM/Kdu7cNZ6BVE/s1600-h/3063-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SepLR5oE4QI/AAAAAAAABYM/Kdu7cNZ6BVE/s320/3063-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326152280217805058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last night i finally took the time off to watch this movie and was really turned by the idea to do something like this ...... maybe someday !! helping people !! Especially loved the way the Israeli soldier at the Green Line  said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Do you think i want to be here ??? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Do you think i don't want to be at home for three weeks ??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I like my home.I want to be with my mother,my sister,my brother"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"They love me . I don't want to be here !!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I do this for one reason. Because I  love my country !!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"  I want my mother to go to work and not die. I want my sister to go to school and not be scared"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amazing stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you wanna buy the DVD here is the link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.iknowimnotalone.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5285484764755883940-7256127155260631416?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/7256127155260631416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=7256127155260631416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/7256127155260631416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/7256127155260631416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-i-am-not-alone.html' title='I know I am not alone !!'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SepLR5oE4QI/AAAAAAAABYM/Kdu7cNZ6BVE/s72-c/3063-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-1823034975200453484</id><published>2009-04-13T23:24:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:24:47.721+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pursuit of happiness ….so true!! The meaning of these words!!! The more you try to move towards to try to grab it the more it runs away from you!! Today I booked tickets so I can spend some time with Soni!!! And I told my boss that I need a few days leave and when I told him I am engaged he was happy and gave it to me!! Alas things didn’t work out and I couldn’t go and I can’t get anyone to blame for it!!! It’s my fault!! I came to this country so I could pursue happiness!! Happiness in the form of Money I guess!! But I haven’t been happy at all!! Rather my happiness was in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; I had my share of bad days in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; also but somehow it wasn’t as bad as this!! My dreams and aspirations were there and I could see a light to at least pursue them!! Here all is see is something which my parents want!! I can’t even blame them cos they want the best what they think is right!!Yet I can’t get the courage to tell them how unhappy I am and that I wake up thinking everyday wishing I was not alive…. Not a great thought but what the hell !!I can’t help it anymore!! Its just this feeling of being lonely sucks and also the fact that And sometimes I feel like breaking out and doing something but now I feel I am turning exactly what my parents want me to be ….. Someone who does a daily grind job with just money as the future!! No dreams and no aspirations!! And the sad thing is my pursuit has ended!! I just don’t feel like doing anything more anymore!! Doesn’t seem worthwhile anymore!! …… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-1823034975200453484?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/1823034975200453484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=1823034975200453484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/1823034975200453484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/1823034975200453484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/04/pursuit-of-happiness.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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-5285484764755883940.post-5901109974365956902</id><published>2009-04-10T23:14:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T09:35:16.792+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Another 11th April !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SerGHOg8zhI/AAAAAAAABYc/PQsSAvfWGvI/s1600-h/IMG211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SerGHOg8zhI/AAAAAAAABYc/PQsSAvfWGvI/s320/IMG211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326287336776715794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For me happiness is defined as the little moments of joys from the small things. And since I sit alone in my room writing this blog and drinking some disgusting alcohol which is worse than alcohol you must have tried I wonder am I really happy?? I have A good pay, work in the time of recession, a home, company paid car blah blah blah!! Why am I not fucking happy!! Why is that everyday I wake up and feel I would throw it all away for happiness!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Happy Fucking Bday to me !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-5901109974365956902?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/5901109974365956902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=5901109974365956902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/5901109974365956902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/5901109974365956902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-to-me-for-me-happiness.html' title='Another 11th April !!'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SerGHOg8zhI/AAAAAAAABYc/PQsSAvfWGvI/s72-c/IMG211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-2645956627200357558</id><published>2009-04-10T11:36:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T11:38:36.984+03:00</updated><title type='text'>JUNIORS and SENIORS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have had some of the best juniors in the world!!! And I am really happy when one of them called me yesterday out of the blue!! Just to say hi!! !I mean my seniors I am still in touch with most of them and they taught me sooooo much and have been there since the ups and downs!!! And now I did exactly what they taught me with my juniors!! I just wanted to be one of those seniors who was a good guy amongst his juniors someone they might remember!! And most of them do!!! They also remember me as the guys who used to get drunk and pass the bottle around!! Anyways last night Ayush called me suddenly out of the blue and it was amazing since was kindaa down and needed some human touch!! And this I guess was it!! Really nice on his part!! He’s doing well and we talked about the good old times!! There have been tons of juniors I can’t forget and writing all their names would mean hurting others whom I forget so let’s just remember the time the whole gang came over to meet me in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;!! And the time when I went back and they went crazy drunk with me!! The good times with my juniors something I won’t forget!!! Amazing!! And also my seniors also!! Recently I read blog about a certain vehicle which was part of my life in College and not my Honda VFR 400 RR…. It was something less intimidating!! But I can never forget the time we rode it wherever we went!! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And also the rooms I used to invite myself to steal those laddoo’s when I was in college on B block!! Amazing!! I wish I could go back to those days!! Touché to those amazing seniors and juniors who made my life so amazing!! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-2645956627200357558?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/2645956627200357558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=2645956627200357558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/2645956627200357558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/2645956627200357558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-had-some-of-best-juniors-in.html' title='JUNIORS and SENIORS'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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-5285484764755883940.post-169349472953146934</id><published>2009-04-08T14:12:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T11:39:53.372+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Our English Teachers!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This was during my placement classes in college!! I hated going for them as they were really boring and also no enthusiasm. But then I just started going randomly for this girl I wanted to see!! Her name was Archana Taunk. Oh God what a big mistake that was !!!:P Anyways coming back I joined Group 1 I think it was called and we had an amazing time there !! Let me give you an instance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Amrita Mam: Ok what is the one thing which a woman expects from a man to make her happy?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Class: Vague Answers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Amrita Mam: Ok Try Again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Class including me: Vague Answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Amrita Mam: Do you guys want a hint?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Class: Yes!!! (In chorus) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Amrita Mam: It starts with the letter “S”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me: Hee heheheh ehehehe (Giving the dirtiest grin on the planet in the first bench of the class.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Amrita Mam: No Jojo, it’s not what you think it is. It’s sensibility. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Class: hahahahaha hohohoho hahahahohohoh (Laughing their heads off) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jojo: Bullshit its Sex (Inside my head!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyways this was how the classes continued and there was a mutual dislike for Mr. Shastri (my local guardian) :P which the teachers didn’t show but the subtle signs were ever present. And also I never attended the Math’s classes. Didn’t like the idiot who taught me cos once I was late and I asked if I could come in and he said no you cant and I said fine no problem and left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well after such a long time I actually had the opportunity to speak to one of them recently. Amrita Mam actually…..It was amazing noting that these people were the ones who made us grow into what we are!! Amrita,Suchi,Alpita !!! And I know not many people might remember them but at least I know they left a mark in the lives of people at least the ones whom I know!! Interesting is the fact that they did with such ease that it left me wondering is his what they have been sent to do …. I mean I have never seen them get angry or anything and they were very calm!!! Too calm actually …. Hmmmmm Anyways they are the best people to have around you when you know you wanna some moral boost or even a kind listening ear. Kudos to these knights in shining armor!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-169349472953146934?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/169349472953146934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=169349472953146934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/169349472953146934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/169349472953146934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-english-teachers.html' title='Our English Teachers!!'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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-5285484764755883940.post-4122203091252973910</id><published>2009-04-04T12:51:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T14:54:50.742+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Trainspotting !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SddKYQz1QvI/AAAAAAAABSo/PdFWoSQOAKM/s1600-h/trainspotting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SddKYQz1QvI/AAAAAAAABSo/PdFWoSQOAKM/s320/trainspotting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320803265451213554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you’ve got heroin?”&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing words which haunt till you are done with the movie !!! I watched it maybe for the 50th time last night and these words haunt if you really grasp the true meaning and symbolism in them. But it differs from person to person on what  message they decide to choose from this !!&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/5285484764755883940-4122203091252973910?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/4122203091252973910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=4122203091252973910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/4122203091252973910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/4122203091252973910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/04/trainspotting.html' title='Trainspotting !!'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SddKYQz1QvI/AAAAAAAABSo/PdFWoSQOAKM/s72-c/trainspotting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-1484958523469076072</id><published>2009-03-29T11:20:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T11:21:19.305+03:00</updated><title type='text'>LDR</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Being in a long distance relationship sucks big time!! Your mood swings become a almost everyday thing!! Chats become longer and boring and you wanna do much more than just saying how much you love your better half and how much you wanna be with them! You keep discussing what you will do and where u will travel when u will return or meet up… &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It really get frustrating when the most you can do is talk on the phone or online…And it gets worse if both of you are busy people who have to be here and there at any given point of time. And so the saga continues. But in my case this relationship is really important to me. And Its working out splendidly but being the asshole that I am I just lose my cool a few days and I cant control my emotions and lash out!! I don’t know what to do I just get frustrated!! And now as I sit in office I just feel I wish I was in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;!! Somehow money doesn’t make a difference when u r all sad and down but looking at the world scenario quitting and then looking for a job doesn’t make sense!! So here I sit doing nothing and writing this blog agonizing and counting the days till I return to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;!!! &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-1484958523469076072?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/1484958523469076072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=1484958523469076072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/1484958523469076072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/1484958523469076072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/03/ldr.html' title='LDR'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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-5285484764755883940.post-2419268431795104769</id><published>2009-03-27T20:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:51:38.040+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Night !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok its almost 5:30 in the morning and I feel as if there isn’t much to do but last night was one of “those” nights !!! Crazy would be an understatement!! I wouldn’t call it exciting either!! Let me see now first we started with me returning from work and then heading to Salmiya and picked up Nigel, Chinmay, Calen and someone else!! We were supposed to be at a party where I was playing for one of Nigel’s friend!! Well first things first!!! We were late as hell due to the fact that the party was in the basement in some obscure neighborhood of Mishref!! And the brilliant planning of these people failed to make them realize that speakers are required to be picked up early but yet after an hour of their party being started they realize that the speakers are not there !! Also we had to get the speakers which again took sometime from Joseph who lived on the third floor of a building with no lift!! And those huge speakers! And then on to the lights and all that!! At Venue everyone had an attitude and all that!! Huge guys with even huger egos who I guess never did a shred of work in their lives!! After setting up all the equipment and playing for some time I realized this is gonna be a shitty party with no one least interested to enjoy themselves !! All had come just to drink!! And to add to the woes I hardly knew anyone and the few people who knew me had abandoned me to go drinking as well!! So I went outside and had a smoke chilled didn’t go inside again!! By this time Shaun and Benson also had shown up! And cutting things short the party was almost winding up and then suddenly the girls parents went to the basement and saw all the drunken bastards!!Oh from there onwards things just kept going bad!! From what I heard later on he did hit a few guys when he reached down and well let’s just say things didn’t go well. Moreover after all of this Vivek had passed out in the basement!!! So somehow we got him into the car!! And drove off and then after 10 mins in the middle of Mishref he started puking like a crazy person!! Eventually somehow we made it to Salmiya and dropped them off at a place called Khandar!! And then me and Chinmay moved to have a good dinner and then to Monty’s!! And after meeting Benson and Shaun and Nigel!! And after having an amazing Cocktail !! headed back home after dropping the speakers at Shaun’s home and here I am writing this blog !! Well it was a really bad night especially after the night before that!!! But things will turn around. It always does !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-2419268431795104769?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/2419268431795104769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=2419268431795104769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/2419268431795104769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/2419268431795104769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/03/weird-night.html' title='Weird Night !!'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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-5285484764755883940.post-7847383579410845473</id><published>2009-03-26T14:12:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T14:21:13.789+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Much needed Break !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SctjmU63ypI/AAAAAAAABRM/Lyc08jiAV7k/s1600-h/IMG075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SctjmU63ypI/AAAAAAAABRM/Lyc08jiAV7k/s320/IMG075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317453295142816402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well the day started with me returning home and then thinking what to do !! I had called Venky earlier and he said they would be out by 6:30 which was fine cos I had to finish some work. And after consultation we decided that I would get Jumbo !! Now the Terios is not that bad a vehicle it’s just very very small!! But moving on I knew there were going to be quite few of us so after we all crammed ourselves in near Al-Raya we headed to Skyzone!! And the pool games began!! And it was soo normal as if we were not in a hopeless country of misery!! Actually felt we were free of all that just a few guys enjoying the night !! After Venky had finished two HUGE plates of French fries and we finished playing we all headed back to the Terios and hit Kuwait Magic which was fine by me !! Venky in thirst for the ultimate vegetarian pleasure indulged in a cup full of chocolate syrup and cornflakes!! And moved on to the new cheesy nachos from Burger King !! Which I loved as well!! Well after that we headed to the beach and popped a bottle of Rum!! And it was yummy as hell!! And I actually mean yummy!!! With the KFC bucket between us the cold beach air and the hard core ribbing of Vivek by calling him “Gossip Girl” it actually felt that it was one of those laid back nights I had needed for some time now!! And thanks to all the guys who made it possible!! A night thanks to gang from FAIPS !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-7847383579410845473?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/7847383579410845473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=7847383579410845473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/7847383579410845473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/7847383579410845473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/03/much-needed-break.html' title='Much needed Break !!'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SctjmU63ypI/AAAAAAAABRM/Lyc08jiAV7k/s72-c/IMG075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-3683986230751704812</id><published>2009-03-18T17:10:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:12:35.164+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/ScEBOyFVOPI/AAAAAAAABOk/Wbd-BrE7jTk/s1600-h/Weddingbands.jpg.w560h373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/ScEBOyFVOPI/AAAAAAAABOk/Wbd-BrE7jTk/s320/Weddingbands.jpg.w560h373.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314530388747827442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well its pretty much official and almost everyone who is everyone know about me tying to knot in December 2010!! Well I can’t wait and neither can she!! And with the work pressure at the office increased and also the MBA starting up I have been away from the blog for some time now!! Anyways I know I have to buy a ring and the last month since Mom and Dad have been away to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; doing the whole breaking the news to the relatives thing I was chilling in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Kuwait&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; with some of the old gang members and searching for one!! It’s really great how every time my parents leave for &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; I tend to have more fun!! Anyways I have been looking around for a ring and somehow stumbled across this picture online!! And I was totally amazed by how clever it was!! Also I loved the whole technical aspect I mean the two rings locking in!!! Amazing that someone made something so simple yet so beautiful!! Even if not for my wedding but I am surely getting something like this for sure!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5285484764755883940-3683986230751704812?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/3683986230751704812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=3683986230751704812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/3683986230751704812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/3683986230751704812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/03/rings-fo.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/ScEBOyFVOPI/AAAAAAAABOk/Wbd-BrE7jTk/s72-c/Weddingbands.jpg.w560h373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-7037101634696297344</id><published>2009-03-18T11:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:12:32.512+03:00</updated><title type='text'>VERYVERY VERY OLD BLOGS !!!!:P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;i am writin in a call to all music lovers .... life with music ... let me tell u about how i feel its something that has driven me from to a shrink to a world where i make my own rules not someone who has grinded his head studying dr lector for 8 years ... well i dont know if any of u have this thing but somehow i have associated music with every part of life...the influence of music in my life .. like the first cd i brought was of peter andre and spent the whole day listening to " all night all right " the first cassette was something of janet jackson ... thanks to dad i listened to abba and begees and of the heavy dose of the old desi numbers ... oh well now coming back i remember the drives i took with dad listening to " suhana safar" on a dark road .. the first time i took stole dads car and listened to "the rokafeller skank " by the great fat boy slim ... tht incidentally was the song i was listening when i drove the car over a divider .. also top of the pops when" dil bole ole ole"was the top and also there was "tu cheez badi hai mast mast" also when i had my first crush the song was " kehte hain jisko mohabbat woh ho tum" ... that was from grahan ....second one was iris ..by gogo dolls well the first moved to many more but there are a few which i wont forget ... there was this song called " only love can break your heart " form the soundtrack of big daddy by white folx and everlast ......then there was "kitni akeli" ," chandneein raatein" and some other favourite .....the times when i used to come to india and listen to junoon and the driver used to think that i was muslim and said so ....when i used to listen to samantho fox courtesy one of my cousins .... then when i had the time in keonjhar i was on a diet of nirvana, limp bizkit thnks to my chacha cos he somehow found those cassetes then there was the "max" life ...u know the max series 1234567 a mix of songs ... then i had somehow started to listen to everything ...yaa also listened to a lot of hindi like there was this movie with lisa ray and aftab something man those songs played everywhere also there was "raaz" my god those songs used to kill me but there was no one to help me fron this agony and then i listened to all india radio for some time cos mausi hosted there ( thanx for everything mausi" ..... then to bhubaneshwar in the pg i lived in i got a good diet of eiffel 65 , tiesto and a hell lot of trance then to the college.... here i got the most important thing i needed " internet" then i was stricken and feel in love for the first time listening to eminem and limpbizkit i still dont know how :D man then there was the time when she went away and i listened to" woh dheere dheere" by abhijeet cos i was at my chachas place and that was all that came on tv ....the frustration was killing me ...then i broke up all i listened to was "cry me a river " by justin timberlake ... then GOD decide to intervene in my musical taste and i got my first break .... i started playing at swosti plaza.. like someone said " GOD is the dj and the world is his dance floor " .... songs i distinctly remember were aisa jaddoo , its the time to disco and dhoom( i hate the last one from the bottom of my heart ) .... there was other thing i can never forget ....there was this regular at the disc and he used to make this very gryoscopic movement with his hips on the dil dooba number ... time came when i met one of my frnds who now is a star of an mms clip these dayz she and me listened to" yeah" by usher and 5o cent "in da club"and " candy shop" that was some good times then we moved to herbal life .... listened to all the trance i9 could get my hands on and some very heavy duty goa also ..there was buddha bar nd some extreme lounge hit me like a cold refreshing wave ..once highi used to call didi and ask her the lyrics to that number from caravan " aaj phir jeene ki tammana hai "..anywayz when i joined mayfair( thats where i work these dayz for the uninformed ) i had the support of a lot of people like my boss and my manager and some very nice regulars who let me play whatver i wanted to " ( thank GOD) .. i treated many people who listened to kucch kucch hota hai and nadeem sharvan to a weekly dose of limpbikit , sasha ,prodigy and linkin park and a lot more .. with a sprinkle of tiesto , paul van dyk etc .... then there was the time when i saw triple x and loved rammstein..... already i was listening to so much music that i thought tht there is nothing or no band which can create a new genre there but along came incubus , creed and flypside blew my doubts away the likes of suketu, aqeel,raghav,rishi rich,jay sean,talvin singh,nasha and the likes are kicking gora and firangi butts all over the world ... man music is something drives people to be what we are ....bad music can kill the mood " amma dekh" can make guy and grls grind themselves all night bhangra rocks as in rdb .... there was dus bahane which was the anthem ....then came luka chupi , lovely kailash kher , there was sooo much i listened to .... pakistanis like strings , ali zaffar and shezaad roy tell us that u can u can hate the country but u can still love the music .....please whenever anyone of you is down or out or jus wanna to chill call me i will prepare the perfect deadly chemical combination and serve it with the right touch till then dont stop till you drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s please listen to mylo- drop the pressure and please if anyone gets the sound track of big daddy i will do anything to get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-7037101634696297344?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/7037101634696297344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=7037101634696297344' title='0 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( The Crazy ass Puri trip with the Bad Boys of Corridor "c")</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold;" class="date-header"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Monday, February 13, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;                &lt;!-- Begin .post --&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" name="113983958228434960"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ok now i woke up thinking how the hell am i gonna get to puri in the evening for my show over there at sterling resorts my god ... my cousins frnd who was supposed to get me had an " incident " but wht the hell it was a sunday and i would get a ride there was where i was totally mistaken i didnt want to go alone somehow jus didnt feel like it ( later on i realised tht was an excellent decision )then i jus kept asking everyone can someone drop me in puri ....everyone had engagements and also there was this bitwise contest ... but wht the hell i said i got hold on thomas and told "chalega puri " and i thought why waste a perfectly payed for vehicle jus for me ... so thts how this adventure began well to cut to the chase i convinced a few of my companions to join me in this journey to the unknown .... well actually it didnt take a lot of convincing .. but ok so somehow we got ourselves together and with provisions such as whisky and coke we were on the way to puri with a very interesting halt for grub now let me describe it in detail .... we had malpua and dalma .. malpua is a sweet roti kinda thing dipped in sugary syrup with dalma which is kind of a dal .... yes a proper dal yellow and everything ... well it was awesome and then we reached puri ... now people who been there shd know the light house well i was supposed to work at least 3 kms from there... so after searching a lot we actually found it .. had i gone alone i would have gone crazy people in puri say the resort is the end of the world ... well after that it was the usual marwari shaadi with only HINDI songs so really isnt much to talk except for a guy asking for " baharoon phool barsaon " :) well music is a universal language and the party rocked till arnd 12 ...then it was back to home well thts was what i thought but the fates had something else in store we stopped at this dhaba madhuban ....the food was gr8 and thts wehn i opened my first bottle well after standing and playing for 7 hrs a guy needs a drink ... so after a good meal and an awesome number of drinks we made our way back also me and ameet did some very graphic drwngs on the road while liberating ourselves with the consumed liquids ... there after i conked out and woke up at the hostel gate where the guard looked at me and said bhaiya aap theek toh hain ... well this was one of the best trips in the last few months so i jus had to write abt it i think it will take me some time to get out of the hangover of this trip&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/5285484764755883940-2365616824705355889?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/2365616824705355889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=2365616824705355889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/2365616824705355889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/2365616824705355889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/03/old-blogs-forgotten-on-my-previous_18.html' title='Old blogs forgotten on my previous account !! ( The Crazy ass Puri trip with the Bad Boys of Corridor &quot;c&quot;)'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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-5285484764755883940.post-8653035787348249897</id><published>2009-03-18T10:27:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:03:23.677+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Blogs forgotten on my previous account !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/ScCn04KFxrI/AAAAAAAABOc/gHJbdb-zFfE/s1600-h/121502137.img.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/ScCn04KFxrI/AAAAAAAABOc/gHJbdb-zFfE/s320/121502137.img.0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314432087166928562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;guys in the hostel !!!!! crazy,creatures of the   night,disgusting,dirty,filthyetc etc well the things is i am gonna leave this place in a few months where i wont have anyone ... no one to ask for a cig. early in the morning ,. no one to ask for a 10 bucks when u dont have change at some place ... no one to talk to when u r trying to explain them why u couldnt show up for class for the whole bloody semester ( i still think its because i didnt like the classes) ... no one to pay for the movie tickets.. no one to get absolutely drunk with and get stoned with .. no one to wake u up for the all important semester sessionals ... draw those ed drwngs ..no one to get you that dinner u missed when u r stuck in bed after that crippling accidnt .. no one to joke about how stupid the college is ... no one to watch movies with ...no one to tell wht u did all day..no one to steal food from at 3 in the night ..no one to ask for a lift to college .. no one to help u make the chits for the exam ..no one to help u clean the room no one to TALK to...life will go on hell went thru school which wasnt a blast ..but more than missing college i will miss my hostel the most .... i dread to think about what i will do .... i alwayz depend a lot on my frnds actually i had had a lot of frnds and my part time job helped me socialize a lot ....peole who r smarter than my circle of frnds well not only smarter but a lot of other things but BUT i love my frnds for what they are ..i know everyone says it ... and trust me i know quite a few who live becos of frnds ... hell i am one of them ... i alwayz agree with someone who said that relatives are by force frnds by choice .. ...anywayz its jus i will miss you guys like anything and the last party is something i am waiting to get drunk at ... since u guys havent been able to do that since i have joined college&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/5285484764755883940-8653035787348249897?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/8653035787348249897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=8653035787348249897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/8653035787348249897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/8653035787348249897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/03/old-blogs-forgotten-on-my-previous.html' title='Old Blogs forgotten on my previous account !!!'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/ScCn04KFxrI/AAAAAAAABOc/gHJbdb-zFfE/s72-c/121502137.img.0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-2803523283908004422</id><published>2009-03-06T14:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:51:12.888+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SbEOGVX9ulI/AAAAAAAABKw/n8RZoyJJkVQ/s1600-h/IMG128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SbEOGVX9ulI/AAAAAAAABKw/n8RZoyJJkVQ/s320/IMG128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310040937626188370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok its time I actually tell everyone why I gave up music and took up a job as a sales guy !! I was selfish!! And I wanted to do other things !! I have huge ambitions and somehow I felt that being a DJ I could fulfill them but not at the pace that I was going!! My dad has been a gem of a guy and he supported me a lot but I just couldn’t ask him for money anymore!! I had worked for almost a year and a half and I had not saved anything! I just thought if this continued and I kept going at this pace what would happen!! ??? Actually it was the time I was always dead broke also!! And I agree there are a lot of DJ’s who made it and are rocking it but there are tons who didn’t make it and end up with a call center job!! I mean I wanted to be successful and couldn’t wait and also there was a time that I thought that being a DJ was all I wanted. But things change people change and so did I. And I never blame anyone except myself!! I guess I didn’t have the courage and compromised and made it well!! This doesn’t mean that people who want music as their central career haven’t done so!!???And they really had it in them!! I didn’t!! But what really mattered is on the way to finding this conclusion I had some amazing times time which I know not many people can forget!! And I doled out some good music and was good at it !! But las year someone said something which really pissed me off!! He was like dude I play like crazy and have a good time and u just went for the money!! I told him “dude” what u earn in a year is the amount of money I make in 2 months so that works for me!! I might be materialistic but somehow I am happy!! And also I am tired of running around!! And I am good at my job and doing well so regrets there!!Buts sometimes when I hear some “Dj’s” play I feel sad cos I know I am better than them!! And I have a neat Pioneer setup at home!!!:P so the music still flows at times !!!:)&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/5285484764755883940-2803523283908004422?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/2803523283908004422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=2803523283908004422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/2803523283908004422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/2803523283908004422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-its-time-i-actually-tell-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SbEOGVX9ulI/AAAAAAAABKw/n8RZoyJJkVQ/s72-c/IMG128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-2952452991765338526</id><published>2009-02-18T00:36:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:38:00.147+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you NOTE !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok I realized if I sit and write thanks for each and everyone I don’t think I can get any work done so I am going to just add one liners instead !! And no Maya I am not going to get bored and give up this!! I am going to complete it!! So here goes my HUGE THANK YOU NOTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abhishek Bhuyan: For the being the best of friends and tolerating my nonsense over the years at 2A and being there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abhishek Agrawal: For teaching me the joy of enjoying Marwari food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Achint Agarwal: High times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abhishek Pandey: For making me understand the joy of enjoying cricket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anshuman Dubey: For helping me out during college and not expecting his calculator back!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aditya Kaushik: Those oh so righteous conversations over all periods of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anshuman Patra: For his Pyaar(P.R.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abhishek Pati : Brotherly love always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ashwin(Nookie) : For the psy sets and the trip to Kanakpura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Afrana Syiemlieh: For being the sweetheart and the huge hugs and welcome back feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anil Sahoo: For the Bacardi and being there in the hostel in the last few days. Big Hug !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aminesh Kumar Jena: For those amazing times near the juice parlor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abhishek Dwivedi : For the amazing times and the showing up at Bangalore for partying with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ameet Nanda: For making me see the Lords &amp;amp; Fuc***s and using his room as my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ashwin Babu Rao : For the music and the wine drinking sessions and Amnesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Benson Coelho: For being Bhensi :P and for bearing with my driving every single time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bijay Achary : For the Accenture days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Benny Green: For company in those amazing parties and the amazing “Midnight Masala” story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chayan Deb: For his artistic expertise and the poster making days. Kudos !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Himani Agarwal: For amazing times spent and those never ending discussions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadeem Ali : For playing along at our house party and the “chicken”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Narita Bagchi: For the nagging to keep me in line and the tons of love and not expecting anything in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indrani Baruah: For the amazing times at Sam’s place !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maitri Behura: For being one of my favorite cousins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaushik Chakraborty: For trying to teach me Python and giving up his bed in college (willingly and unwillingly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dipro Chakraborty: For Mortal Kombat and Burger King/KFC /Coleslaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Renita Susan Coelho: For Listening (be ready for the drinking competition).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nigel D'souza: For being there and listening to my bullshit and believing in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reia D'souza: For being the nicest sweetest and best friends I have ever had!! And the amazing parties and always making me feel part of the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raisa Daimary: For the drawings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damodharan Dammy: For the lemon chicken at Teracubed and the amazing circle in the basement of Sparks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shilpa Darshini: For being there when no one else was and believing in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subhasis Das(Poko Bhaiya): For those amazing times near Ram Mandir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rishi Dash: For the fun times the hugs and allowing us to use his room to sleep in the summer time. Moreover for knowing that he will always be there at the station waiting and with the Bacardi shots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Varun Dev: For being there during ever attendance short meetings and back papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madhvi Dhall: For being one of the best internet buddies I ever had!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parag Dhameja: For giving amazing times at 2A and checking up my bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vishal Dhawan: For being the never ending source of fun and being the best sardar I have ever met. Also helping me find the bloody chapters !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kapil Dube: For the amazing times and the waiting at the railways station the whole night in the middle of the downpour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DJ Elton: For letting me play for the first time in Kuwait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patricia Gaudet: For helping me out in Lebanon and bearing with my psychotic ramblings about the visa. And letting me cook in the office. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joydeep Hazarika: For the joints and the fun we had!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marc Hilan: For the amazing clubbing experience in Beirut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ranjit Kumar Hota: For being one of the best room mates I have ever had and tolerating and finally accepting my music. Also for teaching me to be clean!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rohit Kalsi : For trying to teach me poker and failing miserably and that one incident shouldn’t change your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rushil Kalsi: For the good times and the drunk parties and the abusive father jokes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tikhnadhi Kamlakshya(Tiki Bhai):For the Krystal Kords times !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasdeep Kaur Kang: For proving that “Jassi jaise koi nahin!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prabath Kashi: For standing his ground outside Mixx and cursing the hell out of those people in that fight!! Also for the drinking sessions at Angie’s place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shakir Ali Khan: Kaka !! For being my guide to Calcutta, for drinking in the middle of the streets and for being the one of the best friend I have ever had!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ghada Khoury: For listening to my early morning rants and the amazing insight on the life in Beirut. Also helping me choose my food and helping me stay vegetarian!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nayla Hage: For helping me shop in Beirut!! And the prawns!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pratyush Kumar: For being one of the founder members of the 2A legacy and being a crazy psycho party animal. For picking up my bike at 7 in the morning and showing up at the airport!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shashi Kumar: For being a party animal and helping me find that house for Asha and Shilpa. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Supriya Kumar: For playing “Maloometer” at Garuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sanjib Kumar Mahanty: For sleepless nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jyoti Ranjan Maharana: For driving all the way from Chennai to Bangalore for meeting up before flying to France. One of the nicest things someone has ever done for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mathew Mammen: For being a good friend and a Saturday afternoon drinking partner. Also for those insightful conversations and the half assed jokes about the Middle East.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tushar Mallik: For keeping me posted on the Orissa Music scene and doing a good job of it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joe Maryjane(Jyoti): For the good times in Goa and Bangalore. Goa was trippy as hell!!!:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mayank Mathur: For ebing “Dadoo Bhaiya” and bearing with me as their over zealous and all-time hungry friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunir Mehta: For appreciating my art work and the amazing rides in his car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuhin Mehta: For listening to my crap and for the Heavenly music at Fuga!! Amazing times!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sadhan Mishra: For letting me put up at his room when in Bhubaneshwar and introducing me to Mausi !!:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Padmaja Mishra: For letting me steal food from her plate when in college !! :P and letting me bug the hell out of her !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rahul Mitra: For the various inputs of women in our college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sayan Mohanty: For being the true Arian !! For letting me stay at his home in Rourkela. For letting me use his bed as my own kingdom. For my designing queries, my daily rants and periodical bitching. The list is endless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ashutosh Mohanty: For being the ultimate foodie and the gem of a person that he is!! And also the bewda that he is !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seeteez Mohapatra: For showing me an amazing time at XIMB and also an amazing party in his room!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suman Mukherjee: For being an amazing senior all thru college and even after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siddhartha Naik: For always being himself and agreeing with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mohammed Naquib: For being a genuine guy and not taking our jokes seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rishi Narang: For gifting me the ASUS!!!:P And for letting me fiddle around with his Mac book and finally screwing it up. Finally being my drinking and partying partner when required.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siddharth Narula: For being one of the best and closest friends and being the mithai waala in my life. For making me feel part of his family always and also making sure I have someone always waiting for me in Bhubaneshwar. And for the endless supply of Cheese Jalebis !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Varun Pachisia: Amazing parties at XIMB !! and for sharing that passion for music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arvind Padmanabhan: For playing the perfect music to wake everyone up on Sunday morning and neither neither too late nor too early. Also for the shisha parties on the rooftop!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prajnya Paramita: For helping in “Finish all the Bacardi in the world by drinking it” movement and also introducing me to Bacardi white rum and Bacardi Breezer the deadly mix !!! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rohan Parija: For Lipsa :P For letting me use the slingshot at his home and for the crazy adventures together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lalit Patel: For being the genuine guy that he is and actually supporting me in few of my endeavors which I fucked up in the end!!!:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subhasish Pattanaik: For letting me get drunk and crash in his room during his examinations!! Sorry but a very sweet guy nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swaroop Pattanayak: For his endless support and his thousands of time going to get an auto or Minute maid. And his rolling abilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rosalin Pattnaik: For my spiritual guide and my book buying buddy. Also listen to all my crap !!!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deepali Pawar: I think the only person who has actually made me change my mind positively in the last few years Thanks yaar Deepali you really got this huge load off my shoulders. And future thanks for the designs ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preed Prabhu: For listening me play and helping me improve whatever I know today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ajay Premchand: The guy who took me under his wing and introduced me to the whole clubbing culture in Bangalore and got me my first proper residency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shreyas Pujari: Thank you for everything and for standing by me when I had Rs.10 in my pocket. Also for the plans of getting rid of your Uncles video camera to fund our living expenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tanya Ramesh: Thanks for being an amazing friend and always being there though whiny as hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shaun Rodrigues: For JKN sessions and also the party planning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Krish Sahoo: For bringing out the artist in me and also for lending you Luna endless number of times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siladitya Sarangi: For letting me crash on your bed while you slept on the floor. And for the extremely memorable time in XIMB. Also the khatti sessions at the juice parlor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DJ Sarkar: For being there in most of the parties and the only guy as drunk as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me in the grand viva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrutyunjaya Satapathy: For being mrutyu the great shatru!! Mrutyu is a darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who helped when I was sick and was always there to help me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jagannath Satpathy: For the guitar!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Satarupa Seal:For listening and having those useless conversations with me. For going shopping and making me shop with her. For the endless drinking bouts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sam Shill: For the 2 day drinking session. And the amazing parties at your place and the talks after work every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vihung Shukla: For the “Kanpur” trip and the midnight pans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pukhraj Singh: For the beer butter chicken and shelter!! And for the insightful conversations!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane Swan: For being the only Kuwaiti in Bangalore!! And partying like crazy !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tyron Taylor: For introducing me to the great egg dosa and the love of whisky!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Venky Vd.: For letting me kick his ass every time we play pool !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jyoti Verma: For being able to roll joints better than I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dhiraj Mohapatra: For the memorable times in Cuttack and being a genuine nicely guy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rakesh Anand: For that amazing time in Rourkela drinking on the top of a water tank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sandeep Gupta: For those amazing midnight ladoo’s and his amazing smile!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rajat Das: For those drinking session on Shikharchandi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pravi Jain: For some of my best childhood memories like putting salt in my water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pankaj Kumar: For that amazing ciggies and cola at “HOT SPOT”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siddhart Satpathy/Ray: For “Winds of Change” and Scorpions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eban: For company on that sofa!!!:P Thanks for that space !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeeta Rout: For helping out at the crossword painting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rahul Gupta: For the “Hash” breaks at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaushik Gupta: For being Madu!! For always been there and the dahi baras near the stadium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pixie: For the amazing pork curry !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeet bhaiya: For bailing me out at the Bata showroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ipsit Sahu: For that bridge talks and windy evening near the electrical junction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Susant Sabat: For the amazing music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Susu: For being that amazing drinking and smoking partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tusshar: For sitting and laughing at me and Manish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manish Ranjan: For his Pulsar and listening over the connector. And for being there when I got my job and was there for most of my break ups!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hiran Bhiaya: For giving me company at Swosti Plaza after work on Saturday Nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anshu: For those crazy drinking night after playing for 3000 people !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vipin Jain: For those amazing parathas and namkeens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rinku: For GOA !!! and Mambos !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saransh Pansari: For starting the Poster Making committee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anamika : For lunch. And still waiting for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kallol Bhaiya: For the amazing times while doing his ED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bhargov: For partying like crazy everytime we needed to!! And those crazy parties at his home in Sanjay Nagar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shilpa: Amazing party on her roof top home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daman Singh: For the Oriya sabji from his home in Bangalore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vaibhav NIgam: For the trip to Jajpur Road and with the whole bottle of Booze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NIshant Subudhi: For being ok after I broke his bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nanda: For the amazing afternoons in 48 degrees when we could crash his place the only one with an AC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elvis: For being an amazing friend and also make me see Leela Palace in the day time finally!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karl: For helping polish off those amazing brownies and Ice Cream!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rudy: For letting us practice our golf shots outside his building with his wife staring at us. And also helping us steal a whole gas cylinder from the new restaurant in the place of sparks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rohan Padhy: For preparing the detonator or still trying to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isha Sathpathy: For showing us the penguin walk!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoiab: For his sweet and sarcastic humor!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shibangi Mohapatra: For the amazing mutton curry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suchi and Amrita Mam: For believing in me and teaching that sensuality is the key to every woman’s heart!! I still think its something else !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Omar: For using one of my drawings for his profile pic for a pretty long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paritosh: For the amazing company drinking dirty beer in Vizag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manoj: For bursting crackers for at least 15 days after diwali. Yes we love u tons!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ankit: For finally ordering the pizza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samantha: For the cooking of Maggi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nippy: For his bday party !!! The craziest party ever !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Gaurav Bhaiya: For lending em his scooter and then telling em that petrol tank doesn't open easily !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Preetam Bhaiya: For lending me his Activa dozens of times !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-2952452991765338526?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/2952452991765338526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=2952452991765338526' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/2952452991765338526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/2952452991765338526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you-note.html' title='Thank you NOTE !!'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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-5285484764755883940.post-997304163822664964</id><published>2009-02-17T11:46:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:00:11.226+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Suchismita Bhagat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SZp5eDAjo5I/AAAAAAAABE8/177_bI6BXk8/s1600-h/n523830338_2097832_3619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SZp5eDAjo5I/AAAAAAAABE8/177_bI6BXk8/s320/n523830338_2097832_3619.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303685068292858770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This dusky beauty has been there whenever and wherever I have needed her!! We met up by chance on Hi5 and before that we were very close family friends though we both were not that close!! Actually I had a huge crush when my parents had gone to visit her place but that passed!! My joy didn’t know any bounds when she added me on Hi5 though I was dating someone that time. Anyways!! So basically Soni as everyone knows her is a fun loving, bubbly bucket of cuteness and extremely huggable person!! She is the typical Oriya girl at times and sometimes fiercely independent!!She does what pleases her!! And is totally the mummy’s girl!! Loves partying out and is a huge fan of the whole &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cuttack&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; “khatti” culture. She’s an amazing person and helped in all my highs and lows!! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Whenever I had to bitch about someone I used to think lets call Soni up!! And somehow I ended up talking more to her than anyone else in my life!! Every night we talked more and more and more. And somehow things clicked!! She can be extremely possessive when she wants to be but somehow she was ok when she came to know I was dating someone and not her!! And when I proposed she said yes though after that I being the asshole that I was decided to call it off cos frankly speaking she was just too sweet for me!! But she waited oh so patiently!! And maybe that’s what turned me towards her!! She never cribbed or hated me!!She listened and basically that’s what changed me!! She never saw me at all!! We were nocturnal animals perched in front of our respective computers discussing varied things from food recipes to how we wanted our lives to end!! And over the last two years and the endless number of girl friends I ended up coming to Soni when everything went wrong!! I am so thankful for her 163 missed calls!! For the way she hugged me this December and made me feel like I was the only one. The way she’s always listened to my crap day in and day out!!Thanks for being there the whole time when I was traveling and had no one to talk to!! And there was time when iw as stuck all alone in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Kuwait&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; with no one to talk to except her!! And she was always there!! Which made me think that since she’s always been there why not me!! Doesn’t she deserve to have someone who will always be there for her?? And a year ago I decided to finally running around and found love in Soni!! Life has just been a dream ever since!! We finally met up in December and things turned out amazing. She was everything I wanted in my life and more!!And I still curse myself for missing out the years when I was with other people when I should have been with her!! But I am trying to make amends and going on the righteous path of giving her all the love that I can. So basically she’s the one who has always been there without worrying about losing me!! Thanks a ton for just being there whenever I needed you!! And loving me so selflessly!!! And understanding how me such a spoilt brat needs to be handled!! And having unlimited patience for waiting and bearing with me all these years cos somehow you knew that all paths would eventually lead to you!! I finally feel complete again and you are the only reason I feel so. Thanks for that HUGE hug in front of the high ranking officials of the Indian Army, Navy, Coast Guard, CRPF, Airport Security and Airforce!! Weird but extremely enjoyable!!!: P Thanks for everything !!For making me fall madly in love with you and understand what love really is !! Muah !!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S. - There is so much more but i don't think i can do justice to it by writing it here and is very difficult to express in words !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-997304163822664964?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/997304163822664964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=997304163822664964' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/997304163822664964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/997304163822664964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/02/suchismita-bhagat.html' title='Suchismita Bhagat'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SZp5eDAjo5I/AAAAAAAABE8/177_bI6BXk8/s72-c/n523830338_2097832_3619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-6121924671961658984</id><published>2009-02-17T08:36:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T08:40:44.434+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphany - A comprehension or perception of reality by means of a sudden intuitive realization</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SZpNIQS373I/AAAAAAAABE0/HloqFL9JuXs/s1600-h/epiphany.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SZpNIQS373I/AAAAAAAABE0/HloqFL9JuXs/s320/epiphany.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303636315390603122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It’s not everyday that you get a revelation shedding light on the fact that how close and helpful friends have been over the years and how to thank them. I have been a cold hearted bastard almost all my life and in my joyous occasions I have tend to forgotten a few of my friends who have always been there for me in good and bad times !! So basically my next few blogs will be about people who have helped me be the man that I am !! Even though they have been harsh or horrible at times I just can’t ignore the fact that they have been there to listen to by crap all through these years and in one way or another!! Like someone said better late than never!! &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/5285484764755883940-6121924671961658984?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/6121924671961658984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=6121924671961658984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/6121924671961658984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/6121924671961658984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/02/epiphany-comprehension-or-perception-of.html' title='Epiphany - A comprehension or perception of reality by means of a sudden intuitive realization'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SZpNIQS373I/AAAAAAAABE0/HloqFL9JuXs/s72-c/epiphany.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-3967984031329249655</id><published>2009-02-13T18:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:03:58.353+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Decisions!! There are good decision and bad decision!! I really don’t know what kind of decision I have made by coming to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kuwait&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; ! !I mean I get paid better than most of my friends and I don’t pay taxes !! And I live at home so kinda saving a lot of money and was able to buy a nice bike and relax when I was in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;!! And had and amazing time in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; as you can read from the previous blogs!! But again is this the right decision. I don’t have nay friends in this fuck hole of a country!! The boss treats you bad and also my parents think I can live like a 50 year old just cos they are 50!! Not that they are bad people but for them the weekend usually revolves around watching TV and doing nothing and staying at home and sitting in the sofa and watching drinking tea !! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And they want e to do the same …..Stay at home not go anywhere no partying!! And work is not a joke either !! Working like crazy and staying there from almost 7 in the morning to almost 7 in the night. So basically I don’t know if I have taken the right decision or not!! Then there is Soni whom I madly have fallen in love with!! And I can’t stay away from her!! And every night it’s almost impossible to talk to her yet I try my best and somehow it just drives me nuts!! So there you have it!! My weekend rant about my life!! I imagine how I would have written this blog had I been in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; with friends!! Maybe I would have met Deepali whom I respect more than anyone I have known cos of the way she is and how she tackles life!! Anyways would have spent the whole time with Soni in the den with my friends Madu, Shreyas , Rishi , Swaroop ,Shoiab , Ankit and Aniket. Maybe having a nice ride on my bike !! Or maybe in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and I would have dragged Soni with me tere and maybe sitting with Lucky in our drawing room and interacting over some Jack Daniels and waiting for Narita to show up !! Maybe have Sat come over and go shopping !! And Sayan would show up from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Hyderabad&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and so would Tom and Jyoti from Chennai!! Maybe meet Ameet and Rosy have an intellectual conversation about which book and how life should be read!! Have a peaceful joint with Rocky!!! Meet Reia Af and Aj and go partying!! Meet Manish and talk about the good old days!! Be with the onesi love sooooo much and not worry about whether KNPC does approve of the 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; attachment!! Maybe this is the the valentines blues but I still cant decide if I have taken the right decision!! And the worst part is I don’t get any answer from my head!! All I get is that you are in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Kuwait&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and it sucks!! And whenever I tell my dad about I hate this place he says fine leave it and go!! When he clearly knows that that is something both him and Mom wont be happy about!! Wow I really have lost it!! Anyways!! What’s done is done!! Let’s see how I start with the day tomorrow!! Well not really looking forward to it anyways !! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-3967984031329249655?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/3967984031329249655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=3967984031329249655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/3967984031329249655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/3967984031329249655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/02/decisions.html' title='Decisions !!!'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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-5285484764755883940.post-1109692307248250468</id><published>2009-02-13T17:12:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T13:25:54.984+03:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years and back to Kuwait !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The night before new years eve we went drinking at LOTR Kormangala !! Was totally drunk and had a great time as usual!!Me Nishant Ameet and Golak absolutely drunk!! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;New year was kick ass and I loved every bit of it!! Lots of old friends turned up!! I don’t remember how many people came in and went out!!! Well people who did show up were!! There was Aj, Reia, Elvis, Lucky, Vihung, Atul, Rishi, Priyanka, Akash, Arial,Rocky and the whole gang. I was tripping like crazy on some great booze and was going here and there but I did have a good time!! I don’t remember how I slept and all that! But somehow and haven’t been able to have such a good time since a really long time!! Anyways was great fun and then eventually Sayan showed up a few days later and I decided to fly!! I can never forget the after noon lunch at the sizzlers place in Garuda!! With the college gang and Sayan treating!! And the fun time was the after sitting outside Garuda and playing stupid mistakes!! Anyways I packed and made it back home! And it sucked!!! I hate &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kuwait&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;!! Back to the hell hole so basically that’s that!! Can’t wait for Christmas again!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-1109692307248250468?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/1109692307248250468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=1109692307248250468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/1109692307248250468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/1109692307248250468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-years-and-back-to-kuwait.html' title='New Years and back to Kuwait !!'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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-5285484764755883940.post-1242982176272041046</id><published>2009-02-08T18:33:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:48:05.132+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Orissa !! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SY77p9audaI/AAAAAAAABD8/05tgeMvaM8A/s1600-h/sad-face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SY77p9audaI/AAAAAAAABD8/05tgeMvaM8A/s320/sad-face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300450509741520290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The day I left Orissa was really sad cos I didn’t wanna leave!! And being the girl sometimes that I was I started crying as soon as I left the airport!! I couldn’t help it especially since last night I had decided to leave at the right time but the flight got delayed by a few hours and even though I decided to be not sentimental  I eventually became a big cry baby !! I really appreciate Kingfisher sending those smses so I didn’t have to go the airport and my ass there and nothing in general!! Instead I sat at home had breakfast from Udipi!! And hung out with loved ones!! It was amazing to be hugged and kissed like crazy before leaving a place and the bike ride to the airport was immensely peaceful with just the right amount of sunlight!! I think the whole time I was in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the weather played a vital role and was perfect all through the vacation period!! So after such a long time I actually had an amazing bike ride on a pulsar which brought back memories of the college days!! Amazing !! and on reaching the airport I totally broke down cos that’s when I actually realized how much I am gonna miss these miscreants and also my sweetheart !!And i understood why Madu dindt come inside the airport !!  so after my mandatory round of crying hugging and kissing I headed to the flight !! and reached &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; !! Food was disgusting and i remember cos I think it was one of the very few times I had bad food when I was in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!! On reaching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I passed out and went partying or I think I relaxed at home don’t really remember!!! Opppsss I now remember I went to Tyron’s place and we had a nice quiet party with Aj and Reia celebrating his bday !!  30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; of December !! Was so smashed by the time I reached home since I had a meeting in the morning!! Which eventually led to the crazy new years but that’s another blog all together!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-1242982176272041046?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/1242982176272041046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=1242982176272041046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/1242982176272041046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/1242982176272041046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-i-left-orissa-was-really-sad-cos-i.html' title='Leaving Orissa !! !'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SY77p9audaI/AAAAAAAABD8/05tgeMvaM8A/s72-c/sad-face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-6529356175824132427</id><published>2009-02-08T14:14:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:31:47.027+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2008 !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SY7AAD2VleI/AAAAAAAABD0/kD7q-XQqroM/s1600-h/ATgAAAC_JPUMH2BlQRNT7HaRM_v0_3cdT4SoAZQzpcCvsxlA14sO4k-8VWfEUsF6JWVXZlem0FJHHEtnSiX27LY7HYNVAJtU9VCh7C65GIbaN559ZFvODOiTdzPXOg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SY7AAD2VleI/AAAAAAAABD0/kD7q-XQqroM/s320/ATgAAAC_JPUMH2BlQRNT7HaRM_v0_3cdT4SoAZQzpcCvsxlA14sO4k-8VWfEUsF6JWVXZlem0FJHHEtnSiX27LY7HYNVAJtU9VCh7C65GIbaN559ZFvODOiTdzPXOg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300384918727398882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My god!! What a Christmas it was!!! I think I haven’t had such a good time on Christmas since such along time!!! It was amazing!! First the day before Christmas we went shopping and bought all the required things for the barbecue!! But the problem was that we didn’t have a grill until we went to the staircase to the roof and found something below the stairs which served the purpose exactly!! (Please refer to the pic) Now from Dev’s we got the chicken marinated!! (Try it out near kana vihar it’s an amazing restaurant) And onwards we worked towards lighting and preparing everything!! Soon people were sent on their chores for the night!! Someone got the chicken and paneer!! Someone the alcohol!! The soda and stuff like that and on the chilly winter night we headed up to the roof of the den and sat like Eskimos trying to light the fire. Now since we were not really prepared and were already high :P we decided to fuck it all and go ahead !! Now a series of events happened. The coal we got was cold as hell and didn’t light up and after dousing it with almost 1 liter of petrol and nothing happened Rishi had a brilliant plan of using one of the cricket bats at home!!! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This was broken but basically served the process of lighting the fire!! So onwards we went yet no one believed Rishi as we all thought it was stupid plan to use a cricket bat!! Swaroop being the brainiac that he is decided to heat a piece of coal with a candle!!! Big help that was!!!:P Anyways it was Rishis bat which finally cooked everything !! And what a Christmas!! I mean amazing!! We all had the dinner but before that a call out of shots went out!! And since we were all in the mood for drinking we decided to chuck the soda and go raw with the shot glasses ever present!! And of course how can I forget!! The great new comer in between us!! She decided what the fuck I can drink as any of the guy and after the second shot coyly said that “Nothings happening!!!” So I said what the hell lets get her another drink!! I think it was my mistake and I should have kept my big mouth shut!! Yet the drink and the giggles came out!! And they came out in constant stream!! (For demo call me!!!) And somehow we got her down to the bedroom!!! And the whole night I don’t think I have faced sooo much natak in my life!! all and all an amazing Christmas with a grand finale !!! :P Its one of the best Christmas I have ever had and it was totally worth ever single minute and I would like to change nothing about it except maybe make it last longer !!!!! Cant wait to be back in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and do it all over again!!! What a Christmas!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="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/5285484764755883940-6529356175824132427?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/6529356175824132427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=6529356175824132427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/6529356175824132427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/6529356175824132427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/02/christmas-2008.html' title='Christmas 2008 !!!'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SY7AAD2VleI/AAAAAAAABD0/kD7q-XQqroM/s72-c/ATgAAAC_JPUMH2BlQRNT7HaRM_v0_3cdT4SoAZQzpcCvsxlA14sO4k-8VWfEUsF6JWVXZlem0FJHHEtnSiX27LY7HYNVAJtU9VCh7C65GIbaN559ZFvODOiTdzPXOg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-459354717973672469</id><published>2009-02-03T16:19:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:34:30.873+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Swaroops List and other randomness!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SYhEoU-yTLI/AAAAAAAABCw/e15Yc-tek0A/s1600-h/ATgAAABn27tGwB-e1G5rz91W1zndQYy5fo9xxTLq7aac75vKwEF0Zbhz9B8Ik-5SOVFQqFb6xyv1Pv47lDFmemuOroQlAJtU9VBGMEoXgVYKEJOFMxcVeHdGb7PC-Q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SYhEoU-yTLI/AAAAAAAABCw/e15Yc-tek0A/s320/ATgAAABn27tGwB-e1G5rz91W1zndQYy5fo9xxTLq7aac75vKwEF0Zbhz9B8Ik-5SOVFQqFb6xyv1Pv47lDFmemuOroQlAJtU9VBGMEoXgVYKEJOFMxcVeHdGb7PC-Q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298560421218897074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well a lot of things I can’t remember cos of the whole traveling from here to there and all but there are few which I can’t forget!! But first I wanna add a list by Swaroop which brought tears to my eyes and also showed how much he cared!!! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Nanda maag..............&lt;br /&gt;2. Party I'm looooving it..............&lt;br /&gt;3. Dhara dhara shudh paa.... maara.&lt;br /&gt;4. Chal swaroop gan.... banana.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ek auto bula dena.&lt;br /&gt;6. Madu ek cig......... dena,madu maag...........&lt;br /&gt;7. Ankit ash niche maat daal.bahat piitega.&lt;br /&gt;8. Dev ka roll kya sahi hey yaar.&lt;br /&gt;9. Minute maid(pulpy orange).&lt;br /&gt;10. Swaroop gadi dhire chala yaar,kuch jaldi nahi hey.&lt;br /&gt;11. Da d... chumi.....&lt;br /&gt;12. Mujhe &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;INDIA&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; chood ke nahi jana......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This list actually defined whatever I did in the Den!! And he actually summed it up pretty well!! Anyways there were amazing parties I attended and one of them I did attend was the one at 10 Downing Street.It actually was something me and Siddharth had been planning for some time now!! And we both needed the whole party scene !! And well I was supposed to meet a couple of my old mates thr like Lalit,Kaushik,Barik,Mrutyu so I thought of going there early but I ended up being late cos of a meeting and some work I had earlier !! And Lo behold they were just leaving then !! Anyways I was not worried as I saw something else which frankly speaking drove me nuts!! That’s another story all together and is on a need to know basis!!! And that ruined my night though Siddharth tried his level best !! Also met tons of people whom I hadn’t met for ages including Pintu Bhai,Bitlu,Sanjeev Bhaiya,Shyam Bhaiya,Siddharth,Smarak Bhaiya,Bupul Bhiayaand others !! And some of those French people from XIMB!! Amazing crowd though the Dj was sad with his music shifting here and there!! But towards the end that really diondt matter anymore cos was drunk really high on Bacardi shooters and the bill footed by me was around 5000 Indian. Also met tons of other people!! And got smashed that night!!!And the worst night in my life started but after every dark night there is an amazing morning or something like that!! Well I was woken up my Soni and a kiss!! Something which just made all my nightly blues go away in a sec.And what a lazy afternoon!! Spend totally by doing absolutely nothing and just chilling out in general!! Also other things that happened were the drinking with Rishi !! The B.P.(Blenders Pride) at F.P(Far Pavilion), the dancing on Superchor for the “Oye Lucky Lucky Oye” movie !! Spending days in one room on the same bed ;)!! The rolls at Dev Fast Food and the other things also!! The LOOOOOONNGGG drive to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Cuttack&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; in an auto!! Via Nandan Kanan!! There are soo many good moments that I can’t even describe them!! But most memorable was the Christmas night and following days !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="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/5285484764755883940-459354717973672469?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/459354717973672469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=459354717973672469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/459354717973672469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/459354717973672469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-lot-of-things-i-cant-remember-cos.html' title='Swaroops List and other randomness!!!!'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SYhEoU-yTLI/AAAAAAAABCw/e15Yc-tek0A/s72-c/ATgAAABn27tGwB-e1G5rz91W1zndQYy5fo9xxTLq7aac75vKwEF0Zbhz9B8Ik-5SOVFQqFb6xyv1Pv47lDFmemuOroQlAJtU9VBGMEoXgVYKEJOFMxcVeHdGb7PC-Q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-384867510486341282</id><published>2009-02-01T11:21:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T12:36:50.491+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holy City !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SYVqvZ5TlQI/AAAAAAAABCg/dSJkbD-DBx8/s1600-h/DSC03385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SYVqvZ5TlQI/AAAAAAAABCg/dSJkbD-DBx8/s320/DSC03385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297757899308897538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Puri Baby!!! As usual the plan was to start early reach early and get sloshed and somehow make it to Puri!! Anyways!! We started as usual at 8 which was fine but before that I want to narrate a story about my Far Pavilion Experience!! Me and Soni had gone there to have lunch and Shreyas had warned me not to spend money and I was like fine I wont!! And then he warned me to be careful about the waiter in the cap who was always drunk!! I was like OK!! So once we reached there on MY bike!!(I emphasize that my bike cos this was the only time that Soni actually sat on my bike ) Anyways once we reached there and had ordered food and drinks the waiter (Lo behold it was the same waiter with the cap) got my drink and was gave me a plate full savory (mixture para!!!: P) and I was like no thanks I don’t need it and that’s when he said “Sirjee le lijiyeh free mein hai!!” I didndt know if to laugh or to get angry!!Anways after having a nice conversation with Soni we ordered Lunch and hers was brought to the table asap but my food was getting delayed by the moment!! So after waiting for an hour or so I asked where is my food?? he replied”Oho sir mein bhool &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;gaya&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;!!!” (I forgot)!!! And he went and got it later on :P which was fine !! Anyway something I though you should know!! So the Puri trip started with me behind Swaroop on Madu’s bike which was fine cos was really tired and as long as he drove it was fine by me!! The fog was amazing and the weather was extremely cold with the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;ind&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; biting into your face!!! Before leaving Bhubaneshwar I fulfilled my desire to have “The R.D. Woman’s College Chat and Panipuri “. While traveling to Puri we stopped at a dhaba and I saw a beautiful bullet which was painted in Matt black at the engine was and gave it an extremely beautiful look!! Anyways at the Dhaba it was clearly written outside that alcohol is forbidden yet just next to the Dhaba there were two cottages where we were provided with immense amount of alcohol … I didn’t eat here cos was just full on Minute Maid !!! So after having the customary drinks !! and felling warm and nice after the food the whole gang moved on which consisted of Madu,Shreyas,Rishi,Swaroop,Shoiab,Ankit and Aniketh and we reached a place(undisclosed due to certain reasons) and completed our tradition of traveling always to Puri by getting high !! That’s when me and Swaroop kept lagging behind cos I think we both were having the most fun he talking to his girlfriend while riding the bike and me well enjoying the ultra high that I was on !! I just kept looking at the moon, the fog, the emptiness of the road and just tripping in general on nature and its many marvels!! By the time we reached Puri I was sooooo tired but that didn’t stop me from finding some food cos I was hungry as hell!! Anyways next morning we woke up feeling fresh and decided to go towards the beach but after Of course having breakfast!! This was sponsored by Madu as it was still Birthday week!!!!:P Anyways after jumping around the waves for more than 5 hours and thinking about doing what next .Oh and also we had gone around 2 kms into the sea and could see the Temple from the Sea !! Anyways!! Amazing Amazing time we that had in the evening we went the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Temple&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and spent substantial time over there!! And after that we went to a Sea food joint had our fill of prawns, crabs and pompfrets!! By this time only me, Madu,Shreyas and Swaroop were left cos the others had traveled back and we decided what the hell !! Lets DRINK!! I wanted to go to Pink House but on reaching there it was sooo sad with no availability of alcohol that we went to another place which was a basement bar!! It was amazing the bar!!! The food was great and cheap as shit!! So was the booze!! Anyways after being doe with all of this we moved back and went to sleep and Madu decided we shall travel early the next day!! And after a hearty breakfast we did!!! Only to reach around 10 kms out of Puri and sat at this resting place and me and Shreyas were like No more No more!!! Lets go back and sleep and we will travel later on!! We left Puri at 8 in the morning!! Anyways!! Madu with his enthusiastic ways somehow convinced us to get n the bikes and keep traveling. We were heading for Ramchandi where the river meets the sea!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Puri is exactly around 60 kms from Bhubaneshwar!! And the whole trip might take even after making certain stops at least 3 to 4 hours maximum. This is an interesting piece of trivia which will make sense later on. Anyways while traveling towards Ramchandi we reached a beer place and wonders of wonders they actually sold Carlsberg there!! It was like in the middle of nowhere!! I couldn’t find decent beer in Bhubaneshwar!! Anyways!! After buying our beer loading them up and then we started traveling towards Ramchandi when we noticed that a tree on the side of the road was ladled with yellow bottles!! And a sign said Rs.5 for using the toilet!! And after that breakfast in the morning!! WE needed it!!!:P So we stopped and the place was amazing !! We met the owner and few others Israelis and chilled out with some joints and it was sooo beautiful that Madu and gang decided to come back for New years to the same place again!! And the owner was a charming man who loved helping out with things and such!! And he enjoyed a joint as well!! Oh and the only place in Orissa where PSY being played openly and being enjoyed!! Every hippie’s final resting place!! Amazing!! Anyways it was tremendous fun!! And reluctant to move on we finally did and having lost some weight!! But not without getting high again!!! And rolling another final Joint !!!:P We reached somehow to Ranchandi and traveled to sand bar and not by the one where we drink but the one that separated the sea and the river and chilled out thr with our beers and had a good time in general !! Was a very very peaceful experience!! Well cutting short we somehow reached Bhubaneshwar 9 and a half hours later!!! Tired as shit and just dying to get some sleep!! What a trip!!! Crazy as shit!!! I think the party continued the same night also!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-384867510486341282?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/384867510486341282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=384867510486341282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/384867510486341282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/384867510486341282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/02/most-of-rest-of-gang-showed-up-after.html' title='The Holy City !!'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SYVqvZ5TlQI/AAAAAAAABCg/dSJkbD-DBx8/s72-c/DSC03385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-9088838251919390003</id><published>2009-02-01T10:56:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T11:09:15.576+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Onwards !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SYVWSmchLsI/AAAAAAAABCY/i_ApvOAjx_I/s1600-h/09122008097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SYVWSmchLsI/AAAAAAAABCY/i_ApvOAjx_I/s320/09122008097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297735414229053122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SYVWIfcqKBI/AAAAAAAABCQ/QLamt6VZej4/s1600-h/12122008107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SYVWIfcqKBI/AAAAAAAABCQ/QLamt6VZej4/s320/12122008107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297735240551901202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most of the rest of the gang showed up after that and we met up at Chandikhol !! And the ashram was amazing where a bunch of Bong tourists kept taking pics of the bike and we were surrounded by monkeys by the hundreds and after the usual drinking sessions and the great Lily Mami ke haath ka chicken everyone was drunk and most of them moved out early the next day. Unfortunately me and Madu didn’t want to leave yet and the lazy bums that we were we decided to start early in the morning but instead ended up leaving late it the afternoon which was a horrible decision noting the fact that I ended up having an accident when we reached &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cuttack&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. But we stopped at Sharma Dhaba!! And Madu couldn’t stop himself from hogging his head out on vegetarian delicacies. Then the ride!! Oh what a ride!! And the best part was the half sunny and half rainy weather with grey skies and beautiful open roads!! The ride from Jajpur to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Cuttack&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; was a great ride!! And totally worth it!! Well when we reached &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Cuttack&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the outskirts we were trying to plan out for the night. The same night was Madu’s bday!! I think!! Don’t really remember!! Again this was one of my most memorable days cos after the ride and entering Bhubaneshwar I straight headed for Ravis bhai’s pan dukaan!!Well I think that was the same evening I became chicken for the first time while meeting a girl!!  I think it’s the same day that I met Soni after almost a year or more!! More and me being the crazy idiot that stood thr till she came near the bike and was like Joe are u coming here and meeting me and I was like No No we will meet tomorrow!! And she was soo pissed off!! She called me and said Jojo is this all it was about!! She was like cant u even meet me when I came all the way to meet you. Anyways trying to save face I called her to meet me the next day!! Which was amazing but none of the details for you people (except involvement of the roof the stars and the cold winter)!!!!: P!! Madu’s bday was the day after!! Got drunk with the help of a bucket and 5 pipes (Ingredients included 5 brands of alcohol and coke and orange juice)!!!!: P!! Also Pizza and chicken lollypops ………. Amazing!!! And was sooo sloshed that I had a very very bad time the bloody next morning which ended with me being extremely sick!! And tired!! Everything was ok after that …. I think that was the same night that me Maitree and Soni went to Mayfair and also had a few drinks there in Braon and Baroness cos somehow 10 Downing smelled like a damp cellar :P Nothing stops me when I am on vacation bad stomach or otherwise !!!:P The moon !! That little pond!! The frog!! The security guard! The auto ride!! Amazing that something as small as an auto ride can be soo beautiful especially the winter night and cold wind blasting away at your face!!   The days after that were crazy!!!! We ended up traveling a lot that is we went to Puri!! But that again is another story!! This shall be narrated in the next blog!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-9088838251919390003?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/9088838251919390003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=9088838251919390003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/9088838251919390003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/9088838251919390003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/02/onwards.html' title='Onwards !!!'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SYVWSmchLsI/AAAAAAAABCY/i_ApvOAjx_I/s72-c/09122008097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-1169467246091829137</id><published>2009-01-27T08:17:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:45:43.546+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SX6Z3u8rgwI/AAAAAAAABBg/rJ_3dPMEIzE/s1600-h/10122008101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SX6Z3u8rgwI/AAAAAAAABBg/rJ_3dPMEIzE/s320/10122008101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295839394608677634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well finally in Orissa!! And what an amazing feeling so the first deed I do is pick up a bottle of Bacardi rum!! And off with it!! To the Den (Please mind it I never called that place “the Den” until much later).On reaching there wonders of wonders I see one of my college juniors from the yesteryears there!! No names of course but she was stoned and drunk as hell!! This was fine by me!! And then the bottle of Tequila opened!! And this was around the time that my Uncle called and said you have to be in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:street style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Jajpur Road&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; early in the morning which was fine by me as long as I survived the drinking party the same night!! So the drinking began and eventually by 4 Madu was already buzzing and so was I and somehow we both got on his bike saddled our bags and started our perilous journey to Japur Road totally drunk and by the time we reached there the whole place was just waking up !! This meant I had to see my bike!! And oh what sight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Wingdings;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the bike was dismantled and there was some work being done it!!! Which was again against my plans !! The mechanic who was supposed to be fixing the bike had been brought in from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Delhi&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and he stayed in a place called Shree Krishna Lodge!! I think then when we went there we didn’t know what to expect!! On asking the mechanics name the guy on the reception desk removed this HUG HUGE binder and started glancing thru the whole name list of the people who have stayed there!! This was crazy noting the fact that the binder was about 10 inches thick and must have been 1 foot by 1foot. And the rates for living for a day?? 120 rupees!! God !! I think that must have been the cheapest place on the planet!! We were nearing our saturation level cos after heavily getting drunk last night we hadn’t had the time to sleep as yet and it was around 11 in the afternoon and we just wanted to sleep!!  So leaving everything aside we somehow dragged our sorry asses to my home and that was such a huge relief!! After sleeping somehow we decided to check out the condition of the bike which somehow was complete by now!!  And the test ride began at 7 in the evening!! And it felt like a gem!! Amazing!! Since I couldn’t ride it well Madu did the honors till Panikoili!! And after parking the bike and doing the whole mooh mitha waala thingy we explained to the tons of people surrounding the bike what it was and that we had to leave!! After keeping the bike again in the garage for some few more tune ups and an early morning  workup on that we headed to an amazing dhaba called Jana Dhaba !! Amazing food and decent service … After eating soo much we headed for some quiet time and getting some much needed sleep !! &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/5285484764755883940-1169467246091829137?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/1169467246091829137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=1169467246091829137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/1169467246091829137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/1169467246091829137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-finally-in-orissa-and-what-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SX6Z3u8rgwI/AAAAAAAABBg/rJ_3dPMEIzE/s72-c/10122008101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-7864269258224741262</id><published>2009-01-27T08:01:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:23:32.076+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Indian Vacation !! The Arrival Party !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SX6WU88qtqI/AAAAAAAABBY/cblvKPkPEEY/s1600-h/ATgAAABu557RVY292ks_DvKpi6L99zIdbWCzpBUI30yFnFoLMAYdJUHiWjP_3RUlo-ba98n83P6j45AsLOHmLayKhp21AJtU9VCb2QQwzL0lzKBeoXPYgtmSLX7rVg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SX6WU88qtqI/AAAAAAAABBY/cblvKPkPEEY/s320/ATgAAABu557RVY292ks_DvKpi6L99zIdbWCzpBUI30yFnFoLMAYdJUHiWjP_3RUlo-ba98n83P6j45AsLOHmLayKhp21AJtU9VCb2QQwzL0lzKBeoXPYgtmSLX7rVg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295835498536416930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok Last two months I haven’t been able to blog regularly cos of my traveling and finally took that long overdue vacation!! So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!! Well there is so much to wrote about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; !! Let me go from the time that I arrived in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!! The flight was amazing and I had the company of a good friend!!! Whom I introduced to the pleasure of Bacardi coke and a slice of lime!!! :) Well we both discussed about a lot of things!! And since he was form &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I had the pleasure to know his point of view about things which happened in Mumbai recently!! He said the time he was in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; before coming to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kuwait&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; he spent most of his life listening to his local priest who in turn helped to corrupt a lot of minds and he cursed the hell out him. In short he explained to me how his life changed after he arrived in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;Kuwait&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; is being destroyed day by day. And the fact that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; blames them for every other fact that happens in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!! Which I agree is true yet somehow I can’t believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; has no hand in whatsoever!! Anyways as I arrived in Namma Bangalore and yes I say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it was my first time in the new international airport I think this was the first time I was asked being an Indian citizen that what the purpose of my visit to India was!! And as I stepped out of the airport I was very happy to see some of the best friends I will ever have!! Of course I had made sure they knew well in advance about my arrival!! Lucky, Narita and Pratyush were there and wow what an amazing time we had!! As soon as I reached home the usual gang met up including Atul, Rishi and everyone else!! And then Pradosh Bhaiya came along and I was genuinely very very happy to see him!! I guess he represents someone I can see as myself becoming in another 2 to 3 years time I don’t know why that thought pops every time I see him. Anyways I think the plans started formulating for the same night at the same time and I had to get some sleep so after a quick nap and calling Sat I got ready and again late I met up in Garuda Mall!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The people started showing up after that and the most amazing part was Jyoti who drove up all the way from Chennai to party and it was amazing that he could do that!! And then the party really kicked in with Preed playing some amazing music and the whole gang shows up for the after party at my place!! and then the whole gang included Tyron ,Rocky, Aj, Preed ,Timmy ,Benny ,Af ,Reia and everyone else !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don’t really remember where I slept but I remember waking up and asking for Coffee!! I think the next day was spent just casually moving here and there and getting drunk!! And Sat and shown up and we headed to play some pool above Guzzlers inn and when we thought of partying it just didn’t happen and ended up with all of us drinking in general at home !! And yes I do remember that Rosy had shown up with books and I had an amazing time talking to her after such a long time!! Maybe one of the few people whom I was actually looking forward to meet!! Of course after the whole drinking scenario we were pretty hung over and chilling out was the only option!! Oh yaa then I don’t know why the whole idea of traveling by train popped into my head but the problem lied in the fact that since the last year the whole idea of traveling by train had this romanticism associated to it but was shattered to smithereens when i realized I had 28 or more to travel with a bunch of lousy obnoxious new IT recruits making their way to earn their fruits of labor. Such poor blokes!! : P All I could say was been there and done that!! And as the train arrived closer and closer to Bhubaneshwar I couldn’t wait to be with my old mates again!! And what a reunion!!! Oh god everyone showed up at the station!! And Madu with his arms with flailing about showed the same love I had yearned for since the day I left &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!! Pure Oriya love baby!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-7864269258224741262?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/7864269258224741262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=7864269258224741262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/7864269258224741262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/7864269258224741262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2009/01/ok-last-two-months-i-havent-been-able.html' title='The Great Indian Vacation !! The Arrival Party !!!'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SX6WU88qtqI/AAAAAAAABBY/cblvKPkPEEY/s72-c/ATgAAABu557RVY292ks_DvKpi6L99zIdbWCzpBUI30yFnFoLMAYdJUHiWjP_3RUlo-ba98n83P6j45AsLOHmLayKhp21AJtU9VCb2QQwzL0lzKBeoXPYgtmSLX7rVg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-707411092093119187</id><published>2008-12-04T08:10:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:39:25.895+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/STd2wk5q5yI/AAAAAAAAAxc/-5rWTjXyx6c/s1600-h/Lebanon_flag_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/STd2wk5q5yI/AAAAAAAAAxc/-5rWTjXyx6c/s320/Lebanon_flag_large.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275816065399187234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today I left &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lebanon&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;!! &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Beirut&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to be specific and also&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I loved every part of it !! I also found out that I has overpaid for the hotel charges and decided to wisely invest that amount of money on some cds and books!! I didn’t want to be the major contributor to the piracy revolution in general.Recently I had read 4 books in the twilight series and was&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;in the whole reading groove suddenly and wanted to read as much as possible!!! So after investing in some good books I came across this amazing book called “How to lose friends and alienate people” by Toby Young which supposedly produced into an amazing book and I was immediately intrigued &gt; now 79 pages into the book ands finding it extremely interesting on the terms that what satirical humor stands for I now realized that how much I am enjoying this when I took the time to write this blog as something happened while going thru customs and immigration. Let me start from the beginning about my visa related issues!! My visa was issued from the Lebanese embassy in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kuwait&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which was for 15 days and I had overstayed 7 days and expecting a fine I came pretty early to sort out the issues at the airport. It was then I was going thru the usual immigration issues and the immigration officer found the fault and took me to his supervisor who in turn gave me the old very very dirty eye until he saw my nationality.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Do you know Shahrukh Khan???” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Yes” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Do you know Aishwariya Rai??” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Yes” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Do you like Biriyani??” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Yes”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Spicy??” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Yes” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Did you like &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Lebanon&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“I loved it “ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Good. Good.I love &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; very very much !!!!” he exclaimed in his thick Lebanese accent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That’s when I relaxed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Where did u go in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lebanon&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;??” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“I went to &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Monet   street&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:Street&gt;,Gemayzeeh,Forum de Beirut was all I could muster”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“You didn’t go to the mountains “ he said as if I had committed a crime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Well I ran out of money”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Well you spent it in all these places” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then he exclaimed that “Well I hope you had a good time and are coming back soon” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I asked him “What about the fine??”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He said something I will remember for the rest of my life “You didn’t have enough money to see the mountains how can I take money when you didn’t have enough money to see my country. Next time you come go to the mountains and come with an extended visa” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was stumped and touched. He told me go on and this is the one of the most chearished memories I carry of Lebanon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="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/5285484764755883940-707411092093119187?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/707411092093119187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=707411092093119187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/707411092093119187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/707411092093119187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-i-left-lebanon-beirut-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/STd2wk5q5yI/AAAAAAAAAxc/-5rWTjXyx6c/s72-c/Lebanon_flag_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-8732351712639087542</id><published>2008-12-03T11:33:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T11:40:51.843+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/STZE7WNGrSI/AAAAAAAAAw8/fZLdIqGNnTQ/s1600-h/CIMG0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/STZE7WNGrSI/AAAAAAAAAw8/fZLdIqGNnTQ/s320/CIMG0165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275479799874628898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was written on the 1st  of December&lt;/span&gt;) I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t’s not everyday that you get to mix Bacardi diet coke and Christmas carols!! ! I mean it was like an amazing feeling!! The Christmas season has kicked in full gear in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Lebanon&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; with my office people especially Ghada screaming about hanging an ornament on the tree every time I passed!!! The main star was to be put up by Nyla who was still on vacation. Tomorrow is my last day in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Lebanon&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and since I didn’t have anything else to do I came to the bar and started to blog!!! I mean got bored and tripping on 5 Bacardi’s I was pretty high so please don t mind my usual way of writing without punctuation!! ! Also the feeling is like I am in a cathedral with a bunch of monks!!!  And I just hiccupped and I am sure the whole fucking lobby heard me ….. The guys next to me are speaking English but yet I am not able to understand them!!! why oh why !! cos maybe I am drunk well living in misery for some time and the reason is on a need to know basis I am sorry to say that I am actually having a good time and I am planning to enjoy the same feeling when I reach India and will be riding my new bike !! For which I have been waiting for some time now!!! And for which I have paid completely and fully out of my own pocket!! ( In your face *******)So well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Lebanon&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; what did it teach me!! It taught me to be a miser and also that the best of the people can be found in bars!!! :D Yes Yes I know what you people are thinking that I am bloody drunkard and talking bullshit but u meet the most intriguing people in the bar maybe it be the bar tender whose father loves Indian spicy food or the other bar tender who is paying thru for his hospitality management course by working here. I love meeting people in this way cos you know that world doesn’t revolves around a PC and you CAN meet people without getting into the chat rooms although it’s a bit expensive !! and I love the culture people share here !! I mean I have been to the mountains and the buildings I saw there I sometime wish I could find a small home and settle here for good. But the things that stand out the most is the number of MI16’s I have seen over the last few days!!! Man its amazing that in sooo much and agony people smile and smile like as if nothing is wrong!! They are having a good time !!! and boy do they know how to have a good time !!! I will be going BO18 in some time and getting drunk till the nest morning so I can have a really good time !!!:D I deserve it!! I have been working my ass off for the last year or so!!! And I need a break from all of this. From the sandy deserts!! From the excuse of a life people live in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Kuwait&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!! I don’t hate the country I just wish it had more to offer to the younger crowd.Anyways my drunk ramblings have gone on for some time now and I don’t wanna continue anymore !!! if I do I can never make it to Pacifico !! :P So good and having a fucking Good night !!! &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/5285484764755883940-8732351712639087542?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/8732351712639087542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=8732351712639087542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/8732351712639087542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/8732351712639087542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-ts-not-everyday-that-you-get-to-mix.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/STZE7WNGrSI/AAAAAAAAAw8/fZLdIqGNnTQ/s72-c/CIMG0165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-5195186918042538899</id><published>2008-11-11T15:45:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:48:28.539+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lebanese Chronicles</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm so I finally made it to Lebanon and as soon as I got off the first thing that it me was that as soon as reach the hotel and get changed I need to get the tickets for the COMA festival !! I am not a big fan of trance though I enjoy it as much as any other genre but the fact is that I actually enjoy playing house and lounge and down tempo but when I am on an amazing high I think very few artists who play trance can appease my appetite for spiritual enlightment .I mean I love all artists cos each one of them puts in that effort and have taken the risk of quitting their day jobs to do what truly is their calling and also the tie and effort put into it. Now going right back well I desperately caught a taxi and went to the ABC mall and straight to the Virgin stores to get my tickets which was something I had been dying to do since I heard about this concert Now ticket in hand and nothing to do so I asked the amazing lady at Virgin if she could suggest some place to listen to house music and the smile she gave told me I had found one of my own kind. She rattled off a name of a few places and told me that these were amazing places and maybe I might catch her there also. So again back in another taxi and onwards to Gemzeeyah which is like the music street and on either side of the street were pubs with variety of music flowing out and such. I found most of just opening but there was this particular one which I really liked maybe cos it was soo quaint and small and very very rustic. On a wooden stool I sat and had the first Bacardi in a long long long time. And after 2 drink and some haunting rock music I decided to move on. Oh I forgot this place is opposite to Rehab pub (which again was just opening) and has just enough space for about 25 people all packed together. Anyway they had a small Pioneer console with various people trying their hands on it but playing rock. Also they didn’t have a menu which was amazing cos the bartender was very generous with the drinks. No I decided to check out Monet street and once there i kept looking for “The Crocodile” and eventually found the Pacifico. Now what I didn’t know was that most of these places open at around 8 and till 5 am but the manager was nice guy and was able to help me out and provide me with a drink nonetheless and once we started talking I made some plans to meet up with him and talk to him. Now drunk and hungry as hell I thought about making an exit and was thinking what to do and also having an early morning the next day when the manager is like I think you want to leave and I said how did he know and he replied by saying that u asked for the bill which I had infact but he was like I know you are in a hurry but come back next weekend and enjoy the Latino music and talk more. Eventually back in the hotel I ate and slept early and was in the office the next morning. One thing I noticed in Lebanon and this made me immensely happy is that the sight of beautiful women driving fast cars. I mean its not everyday in India you see a smoking hot grl driving an amazing Ferrari&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;or a Porsche. Anyways lots more coming up as I am here for some time and will keep posting regularly. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-5195186918042538899?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/5195186918042538899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=5195186918042538899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/5195186918042538899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/5195186918042538899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2008/11/lebanese-chronicles.html' title='The Lebanese Chronicles'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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-5285484764755883940.post-1749521889950590880</id><published>2008-10-28T12:48:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:55:35.623+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is something I heard recently and really pissed me off though it also was something on the corny side. Let me go from the beginning. Now basically 2 guys I know and trust me they are just acquaintances were talking and since I had nothing better to do at the office I decided to eavesdrop into this oh so interesting conversation. And to my surprise I heard them talk about how Christians are ruining &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. I was actually shocked and wanted to hear more so I just hung around. They continued by saying that “Christians” are the people who brought alcohol to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and ruining the country and how they are amazingly corrupt breed of people. And again they went ahead and started blaming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;st1:country-region style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; in a whole. They continued by saying that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; is too free and that alcohol and women in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; should be controlled. Any guesses what nations these two buffoons belonged to ??... Anyways they also had the nerve to say that since &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; is so free that is the main reason that it is getting corrupt. By this time I was so pissed off that I just walked off without saying anything. But again I decided to give them a piece of my mind. So I went back and told them that listen my country may not be the best but we try as hard as possible. And coming from you guys who belong to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangladesh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Come on you dumb fucks your countries evolved from our country. And what condition it lies in!! Pakistan is a country kissing ass to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; at any given point of time and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangladesh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; well lets just say that I have yet to see an extremely educated one till date. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Bangladesh&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; well I really don’t acre about both of them but I wanted to take these two peoples words and stuff it back into their mouths. Anyways after reprimanding them enough I went back to work. Though the thought of what they said still pissed me off!! I mean I am from Orissa and keeping the present scenario in mind I still feel strongly against what is happening there. Also I think I have spent some of the best time in my life with Christians. And also Punjabis: P. And I mean pure Punjabi none of that mixed breed shit. So basically something I thought I had to write about!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-1749521889950590880?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/1749521889950590880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=1749521889950590880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/1749521889950590880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/1749521889950590880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-something-i-heard-recently-and.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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-5285484764755883940.post-2019184010104295847</id><published>2008-07-05T10:12:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:24:54.135+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ring !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SG8fEqFlY4I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/GBB_cYyafXs/s1600-h/Antique-Diamond-Ring-5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 171px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SG8fEqFlY4I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/GBB_cYyafXs/s320/Antique-Diamond-Ring-5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219424658023342978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This ring was part of my life many years ago…. It has a stone in it “supposed” to be lucky…. Why do I write about this ring … cos every time I wore it I had bad luck. And not just bad luck it came in many colors too vivid to remember!!!! I mean I remember wearing it in school and trust me those were the worst days I don’t know how or why!! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But somehow that ring is cursed. I hadn’t seen the ring in years. Then suddenly last night I found it while mom was doing her packing and all that!!! I was intrigues by it and again pulled towards like those old days… It does have this very antique kinda feeling towards it which makes it all the more desirable. Well my mom was like u can wear it as long as you don’t lose it. So finally I wore it and was feeling on top of the world. I always wanted to play on the decks with a ring on my finger especially something like this. I didn’t wear one before cos I am allergic to artificial ornaments. Well this was in silver the old school types. Anyway so after I wore it and dropped my parents downstairs and my dad’s friend took them to the airport. Well finally them gone I started searching the house for the elusive bottle of Chivas Regal which my dad had kept somewhere. Well eventually I found it and my joy knew no bounds …. I called up people in random to share my happiness. And people not in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Kuwait&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; but in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Dubai&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Amsterdam&lt;/st1:city&gt; and &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. This is crazy cos when my dad gets the phone bill he will probably kill me. Told you that ring drives people crazy. Ok fine so I called my parents and they said the flight was delayed so they will call me when they leave. I started having my drink after having a shower and all the getting some Diet Coke. And after a few drink played some music and was having a good time. It had been almost 6 months since I had a decent drink, so I pulled out the crystal ware glasses and decanter and after a few drinks I was feeling nice and happy in my tummy. I actually had a very very nice feeling ……and then is started feeling hungry. Burger king was the only number I had and a Hershey’s Pie was all I wanted to eat cos last time I had bought it, it had fallen down somewhere while bringing it home. So after waiting for them to deliver and with one king burger, fries and Pepsi I sat talking to few friends online. Now all done and everything fine I decided to go to sleep. Besides I had office the next day and didn’t wanna be late especially with the extra work load these days. So I promptly switched off everything and was going to sleep when I got a call. Thinking it was some kid calling a restaurant but instead it was my dad. JOJO we are coming home the flight got cancelled. SHIT!!!! My room was in a mess … the crystal ware was still outside and smelling like booze. I think that was the quickest clean up operation I had veer done in my life. Hurrying away to glory cleaning and that also after being roused for a deep slumber I kept cursing myself thinking what had gone wrong when I saw the ring on my finger. Quietly I removed it place sin on my moms cheat of drawers and went back to sleep hoping to god dad and mom never find out about what has happened. They sleep in peace now as I am in office now and thinking what reaction awaits me when I reach home. If nothing happens I will see another day of drinking alone in this desert of prohibition. Otherwise its dry days again &lt;/span&gt;:(&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; and the unpleasant memory of the night I wore THE RING. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-2019184010104295847?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/2019184010104295847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=2019184010104295847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/2019184010104295847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/2019184010104295847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-ring-was-part-of-my-life-many.html' title='The Ring !!'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SG8fEqFlY4I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/GBB_cYyafXs/s72-c/Antique-Diamond-Ring-5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-7322205468525419586</id><published>2008-06-14T08:40:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:59:55.870+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The night with nothing to do !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SFNjvCVBeAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/S9MGoOGSN7w/s1600-h/n504995774_1348956_3182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SFNjvCVBeAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/S9MGoOGSN7w/s320/n504995774_1348956_3182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211618853527844866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SFNgetTpFWI/AAAAAAAAAck/lcy6ZoXc1Ek/s1600-h/n504995774_1348964_5489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SFNgetTpFWI/AAAAAAAAAck/lcy6ZoXc1Ek/s320/n504995774_1348964_5489.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211615274472117602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hmmmm !!!  The night with nothing to do !! well it started pretty normally !!! weather was ok as there was no sand storm and we were bored like hell so after i returned from the gym i called Nigel. He was like lets meet up cos we had planned it and all though we didnt know what we were gonna do !! so i reached Salmiya around  10 and called Asmit we met up at the Pizza hut.(I got lost again ) Not hungry so we thought maybe a game of pool ... so to Monty's we headed ..... !! Thats where Nigel joined and we started a bet. The bet was he would shut his gob the whole night and not talk crap about me if i beat him !!! By the way he lost :P Anyways Benson joined us later on so we went hunting for food !! Now Benson took us to a place which served arabic food and was an awesome place ..... and the weird thing was it was named "Kuwaity Food" ( Just in case we didnt believe them " :D So while entering i reminded Nigel that Jean grills might have their Dessert Buffet tonight !!  so we stood at the entrance of Kuwaity Food and were flipping a coin and deciding what to do !! with the manager of that place staring at us ...... well we moved to the Sultan Center and then one on the top floor Jeans Grill. And Nigel went crazy .... He still acts like a kid and the amount of sugar content around him drove him cuckoo !!! Eventually we ordered and after that huge amount of food the waiter kept asking us "r u done??" ...... Maybe cos it was 2 in the night and they were gonna close in some time or maybe cos we kept eating from each others plate and not paying accordingly !!!:) but then after that we just sat there after being completely full and extremely tired !!! Too lazy to move we gathered near the Burger King opposite to The Sultan Center !!! And i being totally full sat on the pavement and being totally bored decided to head to Marina beach!!! Once there we headed out on this jetty and sat there for hours together reminiscing about what we did in India and what we would do once we reached there !!!Nigel again being the idiot while passing the cigarettes to Benson ended up throwing them int0 the sea .... so there we were sitting there like dumbasses doing absolutely nothing .... well thats when Benson decided to go home and we eventually let him ....after another hour or so !!! so all this done me ,Nigel and Asmit decided to go home aftre seeing the sunrise and we had just enough for 2 slushies .... so there we sat there with a red and a blue slushie and staring at the horizon .... we were not the only ones by the way !!! There were tons and tons of people on the beach .... many of the barbecuing the whole night and chilling out in general with their sheeshaa's !!! Well it was nice to see this but not at 3 in the night !! anyways when the sun came out it was soo beautiful and we sat thr enjoying it tremendously !!! So another night wasted in Kuwait !!! Cant wait to make it back to India !!! &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/5285484764755883940-7322205468525419586?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/7322205468525419586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=7322205468525419586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/7322205468525419586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/7322205468525419586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2008/06/night-with-nothing-to-do.html' title='The night with nothing to do !!'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/SFNjvCVBeAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/S9MGoOGSN7w/s72-c/n504995774_1348956_3182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-3225849601339099920</id><published>2008-04-14T19:03:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:09:38.084+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pent up screams !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ok suddenly since the last few days my morale has been going down even though all the right things have been happening!!! I mean I am having a good time in the office … the work is good and I am doing well … my MBA is coming up and I am excited about getting started with it. Also I am earning to buy that bike I have been thinking about for some time … but some thing seems to be eating me away for sometime … Whenever I am happy I feel like drawing or something and recently I haven’t touched any of my art work !!! Some awesome art work has been pending cos I cant get myself to get towards it. I think it’s the fact that maybe I am not happy!!! Something is missing …I have touched my console since the day I played in that party!! and I just feel like getting out of this country maybe its cos I don’t have any friends and i am tired of hanging out with my parents … not that I don’t like it its just I am bored of listening about how I have to handle my future and how I should invest and what is right and what is wrong and why I am not getting a raise at work and why why why ….. !!!! its driving me nuts I wish there was some way I could vent all of this. I think about the days in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; my place was always filled with people!!! Someone was always coming and going!!! And now I haven’t seen a single new person or met anyone new except my parents and my office people!!! I mean they are all very nice and stuff but this monotonous life is killing me …. There is nothing to do!!And being surrounded by two countries where one side the US is creating havoc and the other side you cant enter!! Its like being trapped from both sides cos even I want to travel … and the only bloody traveling I do is to the office and back … I thought that on the weekend I could go away somewhere!!! All this place has is malls and more malls …. And God knows how many Starbucks are there here !!! I am slowly but steadily losing it !!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate this place but I have to stay!!!!! I need help …. Right now all that can save me maybe is a phone call!!! I just need to run away!!!or maybe even an email !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-3225849601339099920?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/3225849601339099920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=3225849601339099920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/3225849601339099920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/3225849601339099920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2008/04/pent-up-screams.html' title='Pent up screams !!!'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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-5285484764755883940.post-7308939140732566693</id><published>2008-04-07T09:16:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:59:56.012+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Taxi Driver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/R_nMFHknJ7I/AAAAAAAAAac/T9fULx5EdfY/s1600-h/taxi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/R_nMFHknJ7I/AAAAAAAAAac/T9fULx5EdfY/s320/taxi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186400834197858226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" name="OLE_LINK1"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Well I had a very lazy weekend when I decide to write this blog… I actually decided to pen it down cos I was returning late at night after a party and the taxi driver proved to be an awesome source of information and I have decided to write this blog about him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;When I entered the cab and after the usual directions given we both started talking. Usually I don’t talk but the taxi driver insisted on talking so I joined in .He told me he was from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Syria&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and that he was a teacher. My first reaction was so why the fuck r u driving a taxi. He told me he taught physical education in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kuwait&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; in a special school. Which I gather must mean a school for children with special needs. Then he continued by saying that since the salary wasn’t good he quit and got himself 3 cars and converted them to taxis. I asked did he miss his previous life. His answer gave such insight that I decided to write this down. He said he had been working under a manager most of his life. He wanted to be free. With the taxis he earns well. And he is free. I didn’t understand and I guess it registered on my face. So he opened his glove compartment and showed me his passport and visas and stuff he’s like whenever I feel like I travel. No one to stop me or question me. I just get some money and travel to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Syria&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; whenever I feel like. I know this doesn’t sound a lot to others but I was impressed. Being an engineer and more educated and stuff I never had the guts to do something like this. I guess the more we r taught the more we need the necessity of a security blanket. I mean look at this guy he earns more than me and has to answer to no one. And in general is damn happy. And while getting out of the cab he said something which I have heard always here and there but somehow I knew he meant it cos he said “Do whatever makes u happy and the rest will follow”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-7308939140732566693?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/7308939140732566693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=7308939140732566693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/7308939140732566693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/7308939140732566693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2008/04/taxi-driver.html' title='The Taxi Driver'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/R_nMFHknJ7I/AAAAAAAAAac/T9fULx5EdfY/s72-c/taxi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-8310396874984130996</id><published>2008-04-01T11:13:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T11:28:17.280+03:00</updated><title type='text'>सोच और खोज</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well let’s get it started I have a very bad habit …. I lose interest. I become bored. I mean lose interest in everything eventually … except for a few minor things but yes I do lose interest fast and maybe it is my inability to commit to something… …..4 jobs in 2 years though I am sticking to the present one( parental pressure and emotional blackmail)…. Now when the word commit comes forward no one actually goes ahead and tells me that being the bum I am I cant commit to anything ….. People around me tend to think I can’t stick to anything …..Trust me I want to but due to some circumstances and also to excel more and more has refrained me from doing so. I guess that’s the reason why my most of my girlfriends break up with me…….. I mean I know have commitment issues … but the problem is that they are never ready to go on for some time they want an assurance that they will eventually get married …….come on people …. I mean what the hell should I do … I mean I keep telling them lets try this out for some time before jumping to any conclusions or decisions…. My last girlfriend (name withheld) was so hung on the fact that she eventually wanted to get married that even I went along … I didn’t mind I mean told her why not maybe somewhere down the line hell I even pushed it ahead……. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but then one night I had a huge panic attack and after witnessing a domestic disturbance I was not so keen on the idea … so I jus called her and said maybe the marriage things is not a great idea and maybe we should be happy right now rather than thinking about the future and all that I mean we have a lot of time on our hands…. First she sends me a mail detailing of what I have done wrong with her she goes ahead and tells me we should break up … I was like fine.. Ok( Now she wants to get back together again !!!) &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;… I don’t get girls well I get some of them but most of them drive me nuts … I know a few friends who got married really early... I mean they were in love and I respect that and all that ….Just that I mean come on go out discover the world there is so much possibility out there I understand that u were college and school sweethearts and all but what the hell think out of the box go meet new people get a broader perspective on things…I mean u can always come back to what you want … but in the process of reaching there u might find something better and this is not only for relationships its for a lot of other things …life is a learning graph which has to be climbed I mean every girl I have dated I have learnt something new ….or she has learnt something new as well …well not only for me but for many others !!! I know this sounds wrong to all the purists but u know how that works..!!! I mean I know its ok to love and be loved but why settle for something less than what you deserve …along the way u will see the breakups and the fights and the usual nakhras and things and they actually go a certain step ahead in preparing you for&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a much fuller and satisfying relationship …. I mean if u do decide to go ahead with your relation the old one then shouldn’t you know more about each other and trust me in college or in school u never know what it is .. I mean meet for a few hours a day u talk blah blah ….. and the usual go to the coffee place for a drink talk blah blah and then u have a fight about what u should wear and why u not going on the weekend together and all that most of the relations I know sour by the end of college and usually end after both of then have settled down somewhere else but yes not all is lost in these relations u might crib about it but then there are people who have had a very healthy relation due to this ….. I mean also there are pros and cons in everything!!! so yaa there u have it the most weirdest blog I have written cos I really couldn’t see a few of my friends grinding their asses sticking to their gfs from college and school and coming every weekend telling me why I don’t “settle” down and then expect me to stuck to the same girl … I am 24 its time for me to enjoy life … I mean I don’t cheat when I am dating a certain person but then I don’t see the reason that why I should invest time money and my emotions on something which might not even work out in the end !!!! and I don’t believe in dragging something which will eventually end in a very bad way…. I hate it when friends of mine come and crib that everything is not going well &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;…. That relationship is really difficult and blah blah !!! Besides the usual its gonna be ok and all that what I really wanna tell them is listen man “DON’T&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;CRIB “ either figure it out and try to make it work or just move on no amount of cribbing will help you out !!! …. Anyway my final words are people when it comes to relationships and something which I am trying to follow from now onwards is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Stay committed to your decisions, but stay flexible in your approach.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-8310396874984130996?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/8310396874984130996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=8310396874984130996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/8310396874984130996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/8310396874984130996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='सोच और खोज'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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-5285484764755883940.post-2959412950168091525</id><published>2008-02-03T08:38:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T11:38:25.020+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do u say goodbye to someone you know you can’t live without. I heard this in some movie. It made so much sense that I decided to write about it. For the last couple of years I have moved from place to place to find solace in sex, drugs, alcohol and women in every way possible and not always in that order. Every time I get drunk I think and people never ask me about it cos they know once they do it just pisses me off. Every time I see that snap she gave me I think what the hell it could have been so much better. People say that time heals everything. I somehow can’t believe that because as I sit here I have never felt so lonely in my life. Maybe because I don’t have any friends or my parents are back in India. I haven’t heard from her in 5 years but I can’t get myself to believe that it won’t work out though something tells me that it was never meant to be. I still can’t get myself to agree to that. I know it would have better had I got some form of closure. She just stopped everything. Calling, talking and everything and the worst of things was that I had to see her everyday. Day in and day out see her frolicking about as if nothing had happened. Although that hurt after 2 years I had the guts to start my life new. So I prayed jus before reaching my destination that “Oh God please be sure I never see her again”. And there she was the minute I got off near my new place. I eventually got another place moved on and tried to fall in love with every single girl I dated. I actually wanted to fall in love with someone I wanted to feel loved in that way. I never did get that feeling again. I mean for the instant that I was with others I never felt the same. But you must have heard that a billion times already. Maybe it is because of the reason that I never got to know the reason I broke up .Eventually I got the courage and one fine early morning I called her and asked me just one question. “Why? “And she continued talking and said are you coming for some wedding and I got pissed and asked what the hell she was talking about. Nothing all I got was it’s been a really long time ago. The conversation ended with me screaming. Maybe people call me stupid and needy and not moving on but maybe its time I said this aloud. Cause every time someone mentions her and looks at me for some approval it kills me. That people somehow still link me with her. Every time I get drunk I fell I maybe should call her and ask why it ended. At least tell me it’s my fault. Blame me!  I actually don’t know till date why we broke up. I remember someone actually went ahead and said that I ruined their wedding cos she didn’t come. I mean I traveled half way across the country to go that wedding traveling with almost no money. And the person says why did you call her, now she’s not coming for the wedding. This person actually is very very close to me. This was not something I expected to hear from her. I was devastated. But I continued and I just can’t believe that others don’t believe it was me who got screwed in this whole deal. I have been living with this nightmare for the last 4 years. That every time I sleep I jus hope I don’t dream about her ever again and if I do I never wake up again. You know something which really hurt. That every time I think I have gotten over her something comes back and haunts me. Every time I am alone I think .Maybe I won’t get over her ever again or maybe I will find someone who will take her place but somehow I hope it’s the latter because it’s not easy being alone and thinking about how to say goodbye.&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/5285484764755883940-2959412950168091525?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/2959412950168091525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=2959412950168091525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/2959412950168091525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/2959412950168091525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-do-u-say-goodbye-to-someone-you.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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-5285484764755883940.post-1269469454684247898</id><published>2008-01-28T11:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:59:56.142+03:00</updated><title type='text'>hugs and cookie boxes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/R52N817G_MI/AAAAAAAAAQc/rodwK9vKdoA/s1600-h/CIMG0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160436824443124930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/R52N817G_MI/AAAAAAAAAQc/rodwK9vKdoA/s320/CIMG0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I never disliked anyone in my life and I when I did I made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sure the&lt;/span&gt; person felt I can never hide my emotions and somehow according &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;to a&lt;/span&gt; lot of people that is a sign of weakness which I somehow don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;seem to&lt;/span&gt; believe !!! I mean spread the love and if u can't then don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;give false&lt;/span&gt; notions about it!!!!.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt; well coming back to what I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;actually thought&lt;/span&gt;!!!... Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; so it goes this way when I was young I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gone to&lt;/span&gt; SANA it's a clothing store and there my dad was buying some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;stuff when&lt;/span&gt; I went off in my own direction and ended up in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lingerie section&lt;/span&gt; (don't ask how but somehow I always ended up there) now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;the details&lt;/span&gt; are hazy in my head cos it was such a long time ago!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;And there&lt;/span&gt; I saw this Pakistani guy who was looking around and when he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;saw he&lt;/span&gt; asked "r u lost??"... I said "my dads around ".That's when he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;held my&lt;/span&gt; hand and started rubbing himself against me … I never told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;this story&lt;/span&gt; to anyone and I was shocked like hell and with all the energy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I could&lt;/span&gt; muster up I punched him where it really hurts and ran &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;and eventually&lt;/span&gt; found my dad and by the time my dad understood and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;started chasing&lt;/span&gt; him he was long gone!!!!!Well it was such a long time ago,that I had forgotten and have no such hate for any Pakistanis as such… Actually I always thought they were a part of us cos I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;never realized&lt;/span&gt; how much they are hated by Indians until I went to India &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;and actually&lt;/span&gt; saw the amount of hatred people have against them and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; living in India I just couldn't find myself to hate them or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;u know&lt;/span&gt; share the feelings shared my countrymen ( though during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;an INDO&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;PAK&lt;/span&gt; match I was all the Indian I could be) …. The thing is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;well this&lt;/span&gt; story is not about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;INDO&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;PAK&lt;/span&gt; relations or that damn bus … &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;It's about&lt;/span&gt; me and the cookie box …. From the time I was kid I can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;never forget&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Mushtaq&lt;/span&gt; uncle I think there is not a time that I am home and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;he hasn't&lt;/span&gt; come to see me … a very religious man he has a mark on his&lt;br /&gt;forehead which is due the many times he bends down to pray &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;everyday touching&lt;/span&gt; his forehead on the ground...... and his son who was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;pretty young&lt;/span&gt; chap donated one of his kidneys to save his uncle not even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;his father&lt;/span&gt;….. I know that there are some huge sacrifices done by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;others but&lt;/span&gt; some how this is one of the biggest one I have seen and to me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;the way&lt;/span&gt; he has taught his son to be man shows what a great human being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;he is&lt;/span&gt; …. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Mushtaq&lt;/span&gt; uncle is Pakistani by the way and he's like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;shorter version&lt;/span&gt; of Santa Claus … Now u must be wondering where the hell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;the cookie&lt;/span&gt; box fits in!!! Well every time he comes home he gets a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;cookie box&lt;/span&gt;. And I love them only when he gets them every vacation I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;been home&lt;/span&gt; I used to look forward to his visits!!!! and this time when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;I reached&lt;/span&gt; home I told mom that he's gonna come and gonna get cookies &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;andmy&lt;/span&gt; mom was like you should grow up and I was like no he's gonna get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;it and&lt;/span&gt; he did and I made of rubbing it into my moms face I told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;her  hahahahah&lt;/span&gt; … and ate the whole box even though my mom was not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;very happy&lt;/span&gt; about that fact.... And "The Hug" oh my god its one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;the warmest&lt;/span&gt; hugs on earth even when I had gone meet him after he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;was admitted&lt;/span&gt; in a hospital he didn't shy from giving one his bear hugs ….I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; love every thing about him ….. So why do I mention about him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;and the&lt;/span&gt; cookie box today well yesterday he called me and u know I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;have been&lt;/span&gt; in Kuwait for sometime alone and he called and the first thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;he asked&lt;/span&gt; was did u eat dinner ???….I mean that was not only touching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;for the&lt;/span&gt; fact that it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Mushtaq&lt;/span&gt; Uncle but the fact that even though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;there are&lt;/span&gt; so many friends of my dad he was the only one who called and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;asked if&lt;/span&gt; I needed anything at all I could just call him ….that means more tome than anything else … more than a persons nationality …!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-1269469454684247898?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/1269469454684247898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=1269469454684247898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/1269469454684247898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/1269469454684247898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2008/01/hugs-and-cookies.html' title='hugs and cookie boxes'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/R52N817G_MI/AAAAAAAAAQc/rodwK9vKdoA/s72-c/CIMG0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-1880916414304361455</id><published>2008-01-26T11:31:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:59:56.291+03:00</updated><title type='text'>lonely in the desert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/R5rwTF7G_LI/AAAAAAAAAQU/DcNKr1PcCRU/s1600-h/CIMG0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dq5bCWmNWTg/R5rwTF7G_LI/AAAAAAAAAQU/DcNKr1PcCRU/s320/CIMG0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159700533904604338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All people are scared …scared of something or the else and whoever tells u otherwise is lying ….. People are scared of darkness, of snakes; of dying ….something or the else …u get the picture ….. I am scared of being lonely …. So much that there is very few times that I have had a meal alone in my life till date…. Being alone turns me off and the last few days haven’t been a ball!! Yaa I am writing this down cos I have been alone for the last week and I don’t mean alone as in at home alone or something … stuck in this country all alone….I grew up in this country but none of the people whom I knew are still here !!  I mean they have either moved out or r in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. And I hated growing up here. So much that I don’t have any memories except for a few and they are the worst of them so they are etched into my memory .But India now that’s a place I truly call home where everyone is not the best but u can at least talk and make people understand you.And the food….!!!  I don’t like cribbing but when you come home and know there is no one waiting that is the worst feeling of your life. I actually love going to work cos I can talk to people. At home I haven’t heard my own voice in days the only sound is the music or the typing and with the internet fucked up … well my parents are in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and me here with no one else. All my clothes are washed and ironed, my room is meticulously clean, all the dishes done and I have finished The Fountainhead and The Godfather twice which is not bad. Well actually I am doing what my dad always wanted me to do though not approvingly .I am facing my fears!!!! What to say I am alone at home drinking Perrier and thinking what to do next . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" style="" lang="AR-KW"&gt;كسؤمك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-KW"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285484764755883940-1880916414304361455?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/1880916414304361455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=1880916414304361455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/1880916414304361455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/1880916414304361455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2008/01/all-people-are-scared-scared-of.html' title='lonely in the desert'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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/_dq5bCWmNWTg/R5rwTF7G_LI/AAAAAAAAAQU/DcNKr1PcCRU/s72-c/CIMG0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5285484764755883940.post-1905156747869229316</id><published>2008-01-24T17:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T12:04:26.307+03:00</updated><title type='text'>a books cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; now I don't know how to put this into words but somehow this emotion which I felt I thought should be felt by others and maybe they won't repeat the same mistake. Well it started something like people who have been in touch know where I am working and all so usually I take a lunch break say around 1 in the afternoon . Now my office is in the basement and I hate eating the dining space because it's so suffocating and dark and so not me and since being the foodie I am I try to get out sit and enjoy my meal. There is a restaurant nearby but since I have been on a diet (God knows which time this is) I went out and sat on this construction site which was taking place near our office. I guess its an extension of our office. Also the view while sitting there is awesome cos u can see a huge horizon with only the desert and the cold wind blowing on your face. Plus listening to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; and playing was Above and Beyond (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Anjuna&lt;/span&gt; Beats) – the Goa set which was played on new years in India for the Sunburn festival. Well in short I was in my own island of peace &amp;amp; serenity, in the process secluding me from the din of the computer, printers and the Xerox machines. While I was enjoying my lunch which considered of an apple and a juice I felt a rumble and looked up to see a station wagon pulling up. So what but this one I think had actually been a part of the onslaught of the American soldiers into Iraq. I wouldn't be caught dead in that vehicle but it kept pulling up and obstructed my view ……..Damn!!! And the captain of this magnificent ship resembled captain Hook himself I mean he was tattered and shabby and sported stubble which might have been around 4 to 5 days old with a thin film of cement covering all his clothes. It was like he had walked out from a flour mill. And me in my best suit perfectly ironed to impress my client gave him the dirtiest stare I could muster which meant "stay away or else ….." And by the time he stopped the car, opened the door and walked out I was getting cozy with my apple and juice and drifted back to "la la land". But that day wasn't meant to be on my terms. A huge shadow as cast and I looked up to see the guy looking at me and mumbling some thing. In my mind I thought" Oh man now what does he want?" So reluctantly and internally damning this man to hell I removed and separated my self from my music and asked him in my best gruff voice I could as to what the problem was? And then he did something I never expected him to do. He smiled and said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Roti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kahenge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aap&lt;/span&gt; ?" which means "would you like to share my meal?" (for my Hindi impaired friends).I was shocked and ashamed. I guess he didn't like me sitting and eating an apple or my size just made him think I would remain hungry on an apple and juice but I accepted and said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kyon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nahin&lt;/span&gt; !!" which means "Why not!!". And there as I sat eating some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dal&lt;/span&gt; which I never had the guts to ask him what it was with warm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;roti's&lt;/span&gt; in the biting cold here the view just didn't matter more. I actually couldn't say it to him but I guess he understood. I guess all he wanted was someone to share his food. The guilt which stayed with me stayed for a few days till I met him again and although it was the same him with his usual nonchalant attitude I just realized how someone who worked on the roof of my office building taught me how not judge a book by its cover.&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/5285484764755883940-1905156747869229316?l=screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/feeds/1905156747869229316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5285484764755883940&amp;postID=1905156747869229316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/1905156747869229316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5285484764755883940/posts/default/1905156747869229316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamwhenitrains.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='a books cover'/><author><name>joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14659026732894546408</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></feed>
