<?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-2559603307760732888</id><updated>2011-09-15T19:12:05.054+05:30</updated><category term='Election Day'/><title type='text'>My world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibberishprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559603307760732888/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibberishprattle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Itzmee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139256916925940335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0tLfdJHlo/SSY0EgstR0I/AAAAAAAAENI/xvLNnLf5Lw8/S220/DSC00042lll.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559603307760732888.post-3638679621734257663</id><published>2010-10-30T01:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-30T01:32:36.155+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are someone who cares...sometimes...too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are someone who believes..sometimes...too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are someone who worries..sometimes..too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are someone who thinks...all the time...too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't realise...the toll this takes on you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't want to stop and think..what am I getting out of this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't want to stop and think..am I really happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't want to stop and think..is this really me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You need to realise..you cannot keep the world happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You need to know..you cannot get everyone to like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You need to understand..that you need to matter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isnt this the only life you have got...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hasnt this been given to you for a reason...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont you have a right to just be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then why does it have to be this way...&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/2559603307760732888-3638679621734257663?l=gibberishprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibberishprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/3638679621734257663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559603307760732888&amp;postID=3638679621734257663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559603307760732888/posts/default/3638679621734257663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559603307760732888/posts/default/3638679621734257663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibberishprattle.blogspot.com/2010/10/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts...'/><author><name>Itzmee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139256916925940335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0tLfdJHlo/SSY0EgstR0I/AAAAAAAAENI/xvLNnLf5Lw8/S220/DSC00042lll.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559603307760732888.post-2306125674006875834</id><published>2010-09-15T01:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-15T15:57:15.803+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wish you were here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,&lt;br /&gt;blue skies from pain.&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?&lt;br /&gt;A smile from a veil?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can tell?&lt;br /&gt;And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;Hot ashes for trees?&lt;br /&gt;Hot air for a cool breeze?&lt;br /&gt;Cold comfort for change?&lt;br /&gt;And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?&lt;br /&gt;How I wish, how I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,&lt;br /&gt;Running over the same old ground.&lt;br /&gt;What have we found? The same old fears.&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;---Pink Floyd&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/2559603307760732888-2306125674006875834?l=gibberishprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibberishprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/2306125674006875834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559603307760732888&amp;postID=2306125674006875834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559603307760732888/posts/default/2306125674006875834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559603307760732888/posts/default/2306125674006875834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibberishprattle.blogspot.com/2010/09/wish-you-were-here.html' title='Wish you were here...'/><author><name>Itzmee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139256916925940335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0tLfdJHlo/SSY0EgstR0I/AAAAAAAAENI/xvLNnLf5Lw8/S220/DSC00042lll.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559603307760732888.post-2408093581889637838</id><published>2010-08-26T01:57:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-26T02:16:01.568+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmmmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It goes on doesn't it...come hell or high water...so many things have changed....so many people...ok..it's like an obsession these days...thinking...yeah....me who never used to worry about stuff...not that I do now...it is just I guess of not having enough things to keep you busy,...Life in the US....hmmm...I learnt is a waste if you don't have a car (no offense to my friends here...just that no one can actually keep up with me )...so...there...because I do not spend every moment of my time running here and there..I have too much time to think...the time I can take out from work that is...uggghhh...that is one thing I sooooo don't wanna talk about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So...yeah....life goes on....soo many things change....what I am today is sooooooo not the person I was a couple of years back...yes..I should accept the fact that I am getting old (I'd sooooooooo love to include a lot of people here...not me alone)...priorities change, choices change, attitudes change....is age directly proportional to being emotional? That is another thing I soooooooo don't want to explore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Itz funny how the one thing that remains constant is your friends...you know...people you don't meet for years on an end...and still...they are around when you call....you talk...go blah blah blah...and everything seems back to normal again.....This is sooooo for you Smi :D...You are the bestestest ever...after me :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hmmmm...started watching casablanca...and lost my train of thought....another sign of being old...ummm...I don't really want to know....Here's looking at you kid... &lt;/span&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/2559603307760732888-2408093581889637838?l=gibberishprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibberishprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/2408093581889637838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559603307760732888&amp;postID=2408093581889637838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559603307760732888/posts/default/2408093581889637838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559603307760732888/posts/default/2408093581889637838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibberishprattle.blogspot.com/2010/08/hmmmmmmm.html' title='Hmmmmmmm...'/><author><name>Itzmee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139256916925940335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0tLfdJHlo/SSY0EgstR0I/AAAAAAAAENI/xvLNnLf5Lw8/S220/DSC00042lll.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559603307760732888.post-794469025862304014</id><published>2009-04-16T19:05:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:25:18.187+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Election Day'/><title type='text'>I yam a celebriteeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hahaha....well not nearly....but ppl are clamoring for an interview....well..not many...just one...ahem...no.... channels are approaching me....yeah yeah just TV9...and all that y...cuz i took the pain to get up at 6.45 and reach the polling booth at 7...which did not start working till 7.35 i wud say....and then...I voted!!! yay....that is an achievement.....oh well...i guess i shud be ashamed....first time when i cud've done this 6 years ago.....hmmm...but to my defense....wasn't in AP for 2 years....so letz make that 4 years.....neway never mind...the good thing is i have...yay!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was nice actually....I dint expect to see a queue at the booth...not at 7 a.m...and quite a few youngsters in tracks n all were there too....this year i believe the awareness level is pretty high....hoping things wud change this time arnd....and oh yeah....did I mentionn...there were lots of senior citizens as well......ppl who weren't able to walk came in supported by their grandkids....makes u sit back and think abt y u never bothered.....sad iinit...we have no time....no time to go n choose the ppl who wud lead us....help india become better.....end result...we have ruffians....ppl with criminal records....and then...we sit and crib....such is life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Neway....I shud say thanks to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaagore.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;JaagoRe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  the intiative that inspired me to get my electoral card and turned me into a celebrity(I actually had ppl calling me and telling me that they saw me on tv and loved what i said....ok.....skip out the latter) and just for a thought....i was going through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://myneta.info/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; yesterday......makes u sit up and notice.....most of our MLA's are not even graduates....no wonder....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2559603307760732888-794469025862304014?l=gibberishprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibberishprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/794469025862304014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559603307760732888&amp;postID=794469025862304014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559603307760732888/posts/default/794469025862304014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559603307760732888/posts/default/794469025862304014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibberishprattle.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-yam-celebriteeeee.html' title='I yam a celebriteeeee'/><author><name>Itzmee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139256916925940335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0tLfdJHlo/SSY0EgstR0I/AAAAAAAAENI/xvLNnLf5Lw8/S220/DSC00042lll.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559603307760732888.post-4287057488062355714</id><published>2009-01-29T09:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:22:40.025+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Another Day in Hell Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of another day...another boring routine dumb crappy day......I wonder what is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;happening to me.....I don't seem t be interested in anything  anymore....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mebbe&lt;/span&gt; it is the crappy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;work mates I have got.....It's like a bonus...after working directly with clients for nearly 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;years it is damn difficult to adjust to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dumbassed&lt;/span&gt; team....people who proclaim to be bloody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;proficient at the tool and then approve all client requirements without even knowing it can't be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;done.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aholes&lt;/span&gt; all of em....and to top it all...argue with me for over an hour....and when the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;proof is right there....they say...you won't believe it 'try adding the columns one by one...then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;it would work' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;...I add them one by one or all of them together...how the hell does it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;matter...bloody BO experts so called....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And then there is another...who says I expect g&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;reat&lt;/span&gt; wonders from you....I know you are absolutely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;great at what you do...I expect you to lead this team but I won't make it official...typical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;throwing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tit bits&lt;/span&gt; to tempt the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dog&lt;/span&gt; style....so...what am I expected to do here? wag my tail and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;say yes master....you are the best...i will not let out one bark against you..just keep praising me....effit....that is just not me...what is wrong is wrong...agreed it can be out tactfully but it is still wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And then one more....who bloody well proclaims to have years of experience and does not know how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;to design a single report.....and then says i will do your work if you do mine....and when faced &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;with me saying sure let's switch will be like..ummm..i think u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;shud&lt;/span&gt; take it up with our PL....dude...dun make offers you can't keep....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So yeah...this is how life is going on....I get to hear how frivolous I am with my money &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;everyday....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;itz&lt;/span&gt; like a record which does not stop...I get to hear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; eagerly asking...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;whatz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;gonna happen to your company next...will you loose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; job....they remind me of leeches....maybe I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;am just insulting the poor leeches....I get to hear friends being bloody pessimistic so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;cheerfully....everyday they greet you with a bad news and feel proud of themselves for bringing the so called truth out....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The only sane moments in my life...my morning and night phone calls....my support bags in office and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;bbsr&lt;/span&gt;.....without them i would be a raving maniac snapping away at all and sundry...not to say that I dun do that already :) .... such is life....&lt;/span&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/2559603307760732888-4287057488062355714?l=gibberishprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibberishprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/4287057488062355714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559603307760732888&amp;postID=4287057488062355714' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559603307760732888/posts/default/4287057488062355714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559603307760732888/posts/default/4287057488062355714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibberishprattle.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-day-in-hell-land.html' title='Another Day in Hell Land'/><author><name>Itzmee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139256916925940335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0tLfdJHlo/SSY0EgstR0I/AAAAAAAAENI/xvLNnLf5Lw8/S220/DSC00042lll.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559603307760732888.post-209258957421582551</id><published>2008-11-21T09:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:47:52.325+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Good Girlsvs Bad Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So....there are bad girls and then there are good girls......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good girls are the ones who sit at home, listen to what their parents say...dress decently in salwars and if papa and mummy and brother and uncle and aunty and cousin brother and cousin bhabhi and the rest of the world gives permission to be fashionable then wear trousers/jeans with the loosest shirt known to womankind and never ever forget to properly oil hair, plait it and the bindi...oh yeah some flowers too...how can you forget!!!Good Girls are those who giggle away to glory at anything anyone says(esp really dumb guys) who cannot for the life of them talk without adding a garu or meeru or sir....who have to switch to mother tongue and discuss natives as soon as they know they are speaking to a person from the same state....who have to poke their noses into everyone else's business.....who have mastered the art of batting their eyelashes at all and sundry...who wear garish red lipstick with yellow nailpolish on a fuschia pink salwar with mirrors and platform heels and bangles kjingling away to OFFICE....who have to bore ppl with their home made remedies  which wud cure anything in the world....who insist that you shud drink milk everyday cuz it is good for health.....who keep on questioning you about your boyfriend and then go and tattle to the rest of the world about your life and then say i can never do such a thing...mine will be an arranged marriage only...who discuss the dowry their parents are gonna give for them....who claim to know your family better than you....and who can never understand when you nicely or even rudely tell em to buzz off.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they giggle....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And then there are bad girls....who like going out and shopping without parents...who have guy friends they talk to like they wud to girls...who go to the pantry to drink coffee with a guy...alone....oh my god!!!!who go to dinners with friends(good girls if they even dream abt going out with friends go for lunch..dinner is in the night...who knows what can happen then) who have a boyfirend whom they are totally in love with...who dare to say no to their parents...who wear jeanns and tees with sneakers...who say what is on their mind...who are professional...who keep dumbasses at bay....who do not giggle(how unfeminine)....who carry bags instead of purses....who eat in the cafeteria instead of bringing a dabba from home...who dare to say no to their manager....oh and yeah who sits on bikes of friends.....oh how cud i forget who DO NOT put a bindi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God....isn't the world such an awful place to live with such bad girls around.....letz kill them all and make the world a happier place full of Good Girls....yay!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559603307760732888-209258957421582551?l=gibberishprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibberishprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/209258957421582551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559603307760732888&amp;postID=209258957421582551' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559603307760732888/posts/default/209258957421582551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559603307760732888/posts/default/209258957421582551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibberishprattle.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-girlsvs-bad-girls.html' title='Good Girlsvs Bad Girls'/><author><name>Itzmee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139256916925940335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0tLfdJHlo/SSY0EgstR0I/AAAAAAAAENI/xvLNnLf5Lw8/S220/DSC00042lll.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559603307760732888.post-4638802711568719360</id><published>2008-11-21T09:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:36:33.693+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bliss!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;The sun shining in my face...&lt;br /&gt;The day is just so perfect..&lt;br /&gt;The flowers smell sweeter...&lt;br /&gt;The breeze is just right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's yelling but it makes no difference....&lt;br /&gt;Coffee tastes absoloutely heavenly today....&lt;br /&gt;Sis clutters my wardrobe and is still alive....&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad says something...doesn't register....&lt;br /&gt;I read the paper but nothing makes sense....&lt;br /&gt;Get dressed for office....&lt;br /&gt;Take a lil extra time today....the smile still on my face....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic sucks but I don't bother....&lt;br /&gt;People honking away....&lt;br /&gt;Vendors yelling away but I dun listen...&lt;br /&gt;Strolling down the road still smilin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager asks for updates...yeah you'll get em...&lt;br /&gt;Pounding at the keyboard without thinkin...&lt;br /&gt;And still manage to do everything right...&lt;br /&gt;Attending calls effortlessly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving for home...the smile is still there&lt;br /&gt;Still dreamin...still amazed at how good I feel..&lt;br /&gt;people say something is different...what happened...&lt;br /&gt;How do I explain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel on top of the world....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say 'Good Morning Honey...Wake up...I love you....'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0tLfdJHlo/SSY0EgstR0I/AAAAAAAAENI/xvLNnLf5Lw8/S220/DSC00042lll.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559603307760732888.post-5312682737872991099</id><published>2007-05-10T11:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-10T12:16:40.809+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Colukabki????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;OK..I got a fwd just now on Orkut...abt Colukabki.....read this...and then letz get into what Colukabki means....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"IIT Bombay student Anupam Biswas 5th Year Mechanical Engg is suffering from Colukabki (caused due to excessive nabad and depression) a diseasevery rarely found (3 in a billion). His condition is very pathetic and the treatment is very expensive, obviously his parents are not able to afford his treatment. Orkut has agreed to pay 1 paisa after each time this message is forward. So please pass this onto ur friends."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments?? As far as I know this post hass been circulating from sumwhr around 2006. Then Anupam Biswas was Anupam Joshi and he was in 4th year Mechanical Engg....so..well..outta curiosity...googled Colukabki...and found out that...according to some astute person Colukabki is... a whole load of Bullshit....hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere on the internet or any damn dictionary do you find a word like Colukabki...hats off to the maha creative dude who coined this term(dude...wherever u are...I would really really luv 2 meet you) and then again hats off to all the people who spend their time sympathising with this guy and spamming the mail box of all their frndz(no hard feelings Anupam Biswas/Joshi/whoever you are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to the topic at hand....spam that is....just one thing I gotta say....do you really really believe that shit?? I have a friend who believes in those junk mails which say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"forward this to at least 10 ppl or you will face 7 years bad luck blah blah blah" &lt;/span&gt;so much that almost everyday I recieve at least one mail from her everyday(max was 25 mails in a day...wonder whr she gets it from...gawd save her soul). I mean seroiusly...what kind of luck are you gonna get when you forward a mail to 10 ppl....is there internet in heaven???Do angels track ur emails and then bless you with good luck or send the devil to get you if you don't forward a mail??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In India...the mails doing the round are...well..Indian....For example...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"This is a picture of Shirdi Sai Baba and it is being forwarded since long(like i did not know) to promote Baba's powers. Forward this to all your friends or face the wrath of Baba.&lt;/span&gt;(Sorry Baba...i really really really do have total faith in you but cannot absolutely cannot stand such crappy mails and seriously....some of these mails have been doing the rounds for more than 5-6 years...good heavens!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bill Gates is sharing his fortune blah blah blah&lt;/span&gt;...this mail has been doing the rounds since 2005....many of you must have got that too....how true is that???If Mr.Gates started paying every guy who forwards the mail...he would have been bankrupt a year back....*eye rolling smiley*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst of the lot are the romantic dreamers who believe that forwarding a mail to 20 ppl will fetch them the guy/gal of their dreams...Dudes/Dudettes..get a life....your dream guy/gal is not gonna pop out thru the computer screen and say I love you...puhleez....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is for sure....spamming is never gonna stop...there will always be one fool who will readily believe whatever the mail says(or one fruit who would want to bug his friends) and keep forwarding all the dumb stuff  in the world....answer to  them....Shift+Delete  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2559603307760732888-5312682737872991099?l=gibberishprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibberishprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/5312682737872991099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559603307760732888&amp;postID=5312682737872991099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559603307760732888/posts/default/5312682737872991099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559603307760732888/posts/default/5312682737872991099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibberishprattle.blogspot.com/2007/05/colukabki.html' title='Colukabki????'/><author><name>Itzmee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139256916925940335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0tLfdJHlo/SSY0EgstR0I/AAAAAAAAENI/xvLNnLf5Lw8/S220/DSC00042lll.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559603307760732888.post-6317568082469520105</id><published>2007-05-08T19:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-08T19:38:23.411+05:30</updated><title type='text'>After a long long time...</title><content type='html'>After a long long time.....I met Sumi....woohhhooooooooo....After a long long time...Neetu cooked(ah heaven!!!)......After a long long time....had a huge fight at home....After a long long time partied with Neetz..After a long long time...feel kinda satisified with what I am doing at work...After a long long time....feel like running away from everything.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...ok....that was a weird end....par it does happens sometimes doesn't it.....itz like this phase you are in where you feel the need to be by yourself...away...alone...for a while...no email, no letters and best of all no cell phone....ok...i dun need to get my brain tested...itz just that....sometimes....rarely but yeah does happen....you go thru a i need to get away phase....itz not that your friends don't matter or you are depressed or anything like that....itz just that...you need 2 b by urself....with due apologies to everyone who is gettin a lil pissed off readin this....happens...to me at least.....proves that i am a total wacko...dunnit??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway....so tatz abt it....no worries...i dun need to be left alone right now or something...tat woz just a phase that happened for a while..itz kinda over so..letz move on to other thots...a thot which involves plunging a dagger rite into the heart of the guys who call themselves ur clients....man!!!!...so disappointing cuz i can't do it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of thots...y the hell do girls have to know how to cook?? No offense Neetz....u love cookin....for all those who don't...Sumi...am counting you in...Smi....i think you come in the love cooking category these days.,...so yeah...us poor souls who get bored in the kitchen trying to add stuff and make something delicious with some stuff and keep stirring and stirring hoping it wud smell gud some time soon...and tryin not to burn it just cuz u went out for a stroll...cuz u got bored.....y do ppl like us have 2 go thru that learn how 2 cook torture???I mean there are cool restaurants these days right???all kinds of varieties right???even home cooked dal and sabji is available right??then y oh y do we have to suffer?? Mom says...what are you gonna do when you have to cook for your husband?? I say....get me a guy who knows how to cook....problem solved cool na??(R u listening guys??)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2559603307760732888-6317568082469520105?l=gibberishprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibberishprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/6317568082469520105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559603307760732888&amp;postID=6317568082469520105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559603307760732888/posts/default/6317568082469520105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559603307760732888/posts/default/6317568082469520105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibberishprattle.blogspot.com/2007/05/after-long-long-time.html' title='After a long long time...'/><author><name>Itzmee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10139256916925940335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0tLfdJHlo/SSY0EgstR0I/AAAAAAAAENI/xvLNnLf5Lw8/S220/DSC00042lll.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559603307760732888.post-834402439779285408</id><published>2007-05-02T18:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:29:04.682+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mere Yaar Ki Shaadi Hai... April 29, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0tLfdJHlo/RjiJxMnIetI/AAAAAAAABV8/rmjzNZMdHVo/s1600-h/aba6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dS0tLfdJHlo/RjiJxMnIetI/AAAAAAAABV8/rmjzNZMdHVo/s320/aba6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059945659642706642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay....my best bud(rather one of my best buds) is gettin married&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/6.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;(so bloody obvious from the title...yiipppeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; i used title instead of header...wow..i must be gettin better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;)...yay yay yay...so as i was sayin...one of my best budds is gettin married......party time...&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/36.gif" /&gt;Hmm...some ppl may think...so wot if he is gettin married...is this all she's gonna say??Well...answer is no...I kinda thot ki I'll dedicate this entry to him...Ravi...the guy who is gonna turn in2 an Ungle(hehehehe after marriage every guy bcums an ungle&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/21.gif" /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I start...ok...at the beginning(duh!! sorry folks..comes with havin 2 much to think of...)Neway...he was/is my senior ar Satyam...Satyam BBSR too...He was the guy who shook our fundas...literally...it was scary...all thru the training we were taught a concept which was sposed 2 be so important that it was drilled into our brains by just abt every1..and then 1 day there walks in this smart ass who sez the exact opposite of wot every1 has been saying,...and bam...the whole class is in an uproar...every1 is yellin n shouting and ppl r stunned and this guy is standing coolly scratchin his head&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/29.gif" /&gt;...turns he was wrong but then...he did shock every1....so...tatz all i knew abt Ravi...till nearly 6 months....and after I came back 2 hyd..2 my surprise I found tat 2 guys had invaded my home&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/10.gif" /&gt;Ramesh and Ravi....Ramesh I knew...Ravi...whozzat??oh..the guy who shook our fundas&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Dunno y he reminded me of a monkey...mebbe if u look at him..u'll understand 2&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/3.gif" /&gt;...so wen i saw a monkey(toy i mean...)in a mall(i hate insulting malls by calling BBSR ka Big Bazaar a mall..)I bought it for him and hung it at his desk...acc to him...tatz where he thot we cud be good frndz...If i have 2 get senti here I wud say "Fate played a cruel hand and Ravi had 2 leave for Bangkok before we even got to know each other"(&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/31.gif" /&gt;yuck....sorryy folks)Neway...one fine day after he'd gone 2 Bangkok...we met on Gtalk(is that rhyming or what??)and then started chatting for exceptionally long hours everyday...discussed...shared opinions...gossiped...fought(a huge dumb fite tat waz)...and that's how v became friends....tatz only one part of the story though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravi is....one hell of a crazy dumb ass...hehehehe....Actually to be honest...he is one of the bestest frndz I have ever got....Itz like he is straight out of Ripley's Believe it or not..U can tell him anything absolutely anything and rest assured that he won't laugh in ur face or worse.... think u r mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/37.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;...I mean come on...which guy on earth comes all the way to his floor to urz, takes u back to his for a coffee or sumthing and then comes back all the way to urz just to drop u off and goes back all the way 2 his&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/7.gif" /&gt;(and trust me all the way is not just a coupla floors)and then which guy on earth would just listen to the sound of ur voice and say hey...i think u r not ok..where r u?wait I m coming....and then &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt; which guy on earth would come halfway across the city in rush hour traffic just to meet u and say sorry and then sit and entertain ur frndz some more??(hard to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/23.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;??Believe it)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...what else do I say abt this soul???yeah how can i forget....hez a shopaholic...woah...watching him shop is an experience itself....now he is here and now he is not....gawd...he goes round and round the racks...jumping from one store to another..which brand is good which is not...which perfumes are good...which watch to wear what shoes to buy...and what not...&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/13.gif" /&gt;...you would know that he has found soiwhen he finds something good when he disappears...and u go searching...and find him with a huge smile on his face which says...found it&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK..tat was all the gud things&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/3.gif" /&gt;...itz not like he is perfect...no...but pretty close to it....his most annoying wateva u call it is his absent mindedness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/29.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;...gawd he is forgetful....i mean he thot he mistakenly dropped his phone with a juice carton in a trash can in our office..and v had to get a guy to clear the bin searching for his fone...yuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/31.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;(and so happened that the fone was not in the trash after all...he'd left it on the stairs whr v were sittin and yappin)...another of his ver annoying havits is that when I m pretty pissed off at sum1 which I usually am he just patiently listens to everything i have got 2 say and then in the end says...but think of it this way...and gives a whole new logic to the person responsible for getting me so pissed off's behavior....which wud totally make sense and get me even more pissed off and feel like whacking him on the head with a sledge hammer or sum thing&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/14.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that abt covers it all....my best budd is getting married in less than a month now...to the love of his life...cool na??? Am sooooooooooo happy for him...them rather..sorry Deepti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" /&gt;.....You should really see him these days...the guy just cannot stop grinning and blushing some more....itz loadsa fun pullin his leg&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/19.gif" /&gt;...now tat i can do it more often....hez 2 bz blushing 2 retort&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/21.gif" /&gt;.Both of us know that things are gonna be different from now on....and he is such a darling..he is mentally preparing me all the time sayin stuff like i know i wud b bz...and i hope u understand...and things will be back to normal again maybe in a coupla months...iznt tat sweet??And finally he says...just because meri shaadi ho rahi hai mereko chod ke mat jaana...maardala...&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/3.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...here I end my blog...&lt;strong&gt;with all my best wishes to Ravi and Deepti...Wishing you both  the best of luck for ur life together&lt;/strong&gt;(Deepti...all the bestest to you...he is a real pain sometimes....&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" /&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2559603307760732888-834402439779285408?l=gibberishprattle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibberishprattle.blogspot.com/feeds/834402439779285408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2559603307760732888&amp;postID=834402439779285408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559603307760732888/posts/default/834402439779285408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2559603307760732888/posts/default/834402439779285408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibberishprattle.blogspot.com/2007/05/mere-yaar-ki-shaadi-hai-april-29-2007.html' title='Mere Yaar Ki Shaadi Hai... 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