<?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-2905453004904759088</id><updated>2011-12-25T21:58:00.548+05:30</updated><category term='Political Sarcasm'/><category term='funny'/><category term='Hidden'/><category term='comedy'/><category term='Fighting'/><category term='move on'/><category term='anti love'/><category term='Blogadda'/><category term='Sarcasm'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Blog A Ton'/><category term='suicides'/><category term='social'/><category term='What Women Want'/><category term='Women'/><category term='Announcement'/><category term='religious comedy'/><category term='Ban'/><category term='Creativity'/><category term='Electricity'/><category term='Power Cut'/><category term='results'/><category term='girl'/><category term='Faking'/><category term='friend'/><category term='Rock Star'/><category term='School Controversies'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='humor'/><category term='CID jokes'/><category term='exam'/><category term='she'/><category term='lonely'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='studies'/><category term='success'/><category term='random'/><category term='Earth Hour'/><category term='Bandh'/><category term='CID facts'/><category term='hate'/><category term='bored'/><category term='Pakistan Bans'/><category term='School Memories'/><category term='Strike'/><category term='Twitter Ban'/><category term='india'/><category term='ghost'/><category term='Facebook Ban'/><category term='Lame'/><category term='Protest'/><category term='Kolkata'/><category term='Music Wannabes'/><category term='Blog Names'/><category term='Hindu religion'/><category term='student'/><category term='break up'/><category term='Seniors'/><category term='destroy'/><category term='Dream Job'/><category term='25 things'/><category term='Common Blog Names'/><category term='CID'/><category term='bag'/><category term='Anti Strike'/><category term='character'/><category term='Contest writing'/><category term='ACP'/><category term='wassup'/><category term='love'/><category term='Education'/><category term='Blog'/><category term='Wannabes'/><category term='disturbed'/><title type='text'>Why-Not-So-Serious</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-9067241424923187196</id><published>2010-09-04T08:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-04T08:29:16.471+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Announcement'/><title type='text'>Announcement</title><content type='html'>Dear Readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Of you are aware of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you, who are reading, Have visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you Commented on it (So Not True).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of You liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Disliked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately its a Dead-end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But That's Where A New Journey Begins, Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were thinking Why The Hell wasn't I irritating you people with my BS. Here's the Reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've Shifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New Address Is &lt;a href="http://www.istupify.wordpress.com"&gt;Stupified&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                    Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                            Why Not So Serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S - In India Blogs Write, and Authors get the fame! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-9067241424923187196?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/9067241424923187196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/09/announcement.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/9067241424923187196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/9067241424923187196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/09/announcement.html' title='Announcement'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-7902570728467167290</id><published>2010-07-23T17:21:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-23T18:28:37.193+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Protest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contest writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bandh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kolkata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Political Sarcasm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogadda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anti Strike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream Job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarcasm'/><title type='text'>You Say You Want A Revolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going through the dilemma of what I am doing and what I want to do for a long time until yesterday, when certain incidents blew my mind away, I have finally decided what I wanted to do in my life, I donno what you call these people, but I am going to be that guy down in the pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/TEmGNFABtKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/fDfPVvL-8wY/s1600/17072009_21350375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/TEmGNFABtKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/fDfPVvL-8wY/s320/17072009_21350375.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497072379421111458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I am going to be this man, although I wouldn't carry the Flag. I will be a common "PROTESTOR".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You must be wondering if this is a new business or something like that, ironically it is. Given the circumstances of change coming in and occupying political power in my city, there's one thing that has been even more popular than the controversial opposition party, and that is STRIKE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this part of the country, we call for strike out of amusement and entertainment, we call strike just one day before and whoever the heck has whatever the heck thing to do, all that can wait. If someone doesn't want to listen to us, well, we have all the force to stop them. We burn buses, we sit on Railway tracks and sure as hell we beat up the taxi and auto drivers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Occasionally we leave out the IT( Information Technology) dept. because they are more important than Government Offices. And we take all the taxis from the airport just to harass the incoming Foreigners who have no involvement whatsoever with whats happening in this country of ours. We just leave them stranded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so familiar with the "Bandh" situation, we call it "Shortly Announced Public Holiday". Poor IT people, they still have to stay in there offices while we play cricket on the empty roads, after all these holidays are for enjoying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my profession would be kinda different, I would not represent any political party as aforesaid, although I would be there to Protest for any party that needs help, just for the fun, just to enjoy what I do. I'd protest for the love of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My protest would not be for the &lt;b&gt;silly&lt;/b&gt; things like &lt;b&gt;Price Hike&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;Reservations in Higher Education &lt;/b&gt;but I would protest when one train can not maintain punctuality and create chaos on the station. I'd protest by stopping trains just because there was some crook beaten by police. I'd burn buses cause they asked for a 50 paisa raise, or I'd burn buses cause the customers refused to give 50 paisa extra. Either ways the city will suffer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will not give long speeches to motivate minds, I will make people suffer so they understand easily. So what if there was a BANDH earlier on the same issue, I'd call a strike again, just cause we all need occasional holiday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would name an occasion "Sahid Divas" although one "Sahid Divas" exists just to clarify what change a party is bringing in the next election and I would call it a remembrance of the dead of a tragic incident which happened a year back. And on that issue I'll block the heart of the city with thousands of people just to stop the city from doing whatever work they wanted to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will also occasionally come up with some brilliant ideas like "BANDH Because Its Too Hot Out There" or I'll call a strike when the temperature will go way below Normal, just because its too cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally I would like to protest for the Brothers and Sisters in the IT dept. because they don't get a chance to stay on a holiday during protests. Phew, lots of work, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if that pays much, but who cares as long as I do it for the love of it. And YOU be a part too, join the revolution, or at least join the list of followers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long Live Protests. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="width:226px;text-align:center;color:#000000;font-size:12px;background-color:#FFFFFF;padding:10px;margin:10px;border-style: solid;border-width: 1px 1px 1px 1px;border-color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.pringoo.com/custom-designs/did-26651/ppid-53"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pringoo.com/image/user/c6dd6370dcab0205743e63418e41f91b/designs/26651/16_f_820aadcb0dcd3a8e38708dc001fe4c5e.png" border="0" height="161" width="226" alt="Poster" title="Poster" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Protest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;The Post was a Part of the Contest My Dream Job organised by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogadda.com/"&gt;BlogAdda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;sponsored by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pringoo.com/"&gt;Pringoo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&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/2905453004904759088-7902570728467167290?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/7902570728467167290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-say-you-want-revolution.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/7902570728467167290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/7902570728467167290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-say-you-want-revolution.html' title='You Say You Want A Revolution'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/TEmGNFABtKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/fDfPVvL-8wY/s72-c/17072009_21350375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-4626760341237457540</id><published>2010-07-13T22:44:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:13:58.151+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Common Blog Names'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Names'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>The Aam Naam</title><content type='html'>Q. What did I see?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. I saw similarity. I saw less of uniqueness and more of Normality. More of...common things.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q. What am I talking about? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. Names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q.Which names? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. Blog Names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q. Explain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. That's the thing I hate so much about questions! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, no one gets what I talk about. So don't go hammer yourselves or me. I will explain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been blogging...what....umm six months maybe... I have visited many blog directories and lots of other blogs I've seen similarities, in names. That's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am giving you some words and you are free to find them out, check for if the words are in the headers/blog names of a blog, and let me know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You got to have one of these words:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Anonymous (same goes for anonymity) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Scribblings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Memories &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. RockStar(as a matter of fact anything star, superstar, and superheroes included)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Tech&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Freak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Random&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Diary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.............Whatever happened to Creative Names! &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/2905453004904759088-4626760341237457540?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/4626760341237457540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/07/aam-naam.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/4626760341237457540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/4626760341237457540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/07/aam-naam.html' title='The Aam Naam'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-3667078162200549600</id><published>2010-07-13T18:17:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:14:28.811+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Controversies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fighting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seniors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Memories'/><title type='text'>And I didn't Punch Anyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:Verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;Everybody was Kung Fu Fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;Those kicks were fast as lightning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;In fact, it was a little bit frightening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;But they fought with expert timing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so you have heard the song a thousand times. Yes, probably you know the song from the movie Kung Fu Panda but the song was recorded way before. Anyways, I was listening to this this lazy afternoon. It was raining outside, and I was thinking, well you know I CAN think too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; 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="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:small;"&gt;I was thinking the time I almost had a fighting scenario, the time that this song would have inspired me to learn Karate, unfortunately the song came too late in my life, and now my only defense is my BS.&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="border-collapse: collapse; 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="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:small;"&gt;Well, lets get to the story shall we? &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="border-collapse: collapse; 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="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:small;"&gt;It was not as rainy as it is today, it rained but just a little shower, the school ground was muddy, and we a bunch of 7th standards were playing FootBall (and causing our moms a lot of trouble for washing our uniforms). Then came a bunch of 8th graders, who were at first watching the game. Then they started kicking the ball, whenever it came towards them, even if it was in the middle of the game! Then one of them stopped the ball, and commanded us to include them into our game too. We were already frustrated with them kicking the ball, and we were the ones who made permission to use the school ball, they had no authorization. We clearly denied and said "If you guys had to play, get youw own ball and play with it, we are not playing full ground, there's lots of space!" &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="border-collapse: collapse; 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="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:small;"&gt;The arrogant seniors started to push us around and commanded again. "If you guys don't let us play, you won't even play." They knew that a permission will cost them some time, and no one was willing to wait.&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="border-collapse: collapse; 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="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:small;"&gt;They were the seniors, the heads, the bulky group of people who laugh at anything thrown at them. They'll laugh at the joker, they'll laugh at the Soap Actress, they'll laugh at Shaktimaan, our Syllabus, WWE stickers that we got free with Big Babool, the pen fighting, the bus, the people on the road, the teachers, the students, the guardians, the stray dogs.... you know anything! Oh, I have had my fare share of the dumbest jokes on this planet! &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="border-collapse: collapse; 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="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:small;"&gt;So there they were, laughing at us, laughing at how the 7th graders refused to play with them and they snatched the ball we were playing with. Laughing with pride. Just then, one of us, a familiar loud mouth started protesting. They got a hold of his collar, and he could do nothing else but ask for help! Screw these loud mouths, why did he had to say something if he can't beat the shit out of them?? Then they started insulting. That was it. The line was broken. Our guy asked for help for enormous amount of time, and hell broke loose.&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="border-collapse: collapse; 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="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:small;"&gt;We had manpower, authorization, and if found guilty we could plea for Self Defense as they had our guy. There was no stopping us, my beloved friend, we call him MOTA, pushed few of them into the mud,and scattered them. 2 of them went running out of the ground to complain to the teachers.&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="border-collapse: collapse; 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="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:small;"&gt;I was never the Rambo types, but that DAY.. all my rage that I've been living with for the past 2 years (5th and 6th stndrd) decided to come out. And oh how good it was. One guy, well weaker than me, and Shorter than me, decided to attack me, I pushed him and the slippery mud was all over him. And this big guy was saying things from a distance, I ran towards him to hit him,and after a lot of trouble, I was finally able to get his throat against the Uprights, and posed like a WWE superstar, u know the PUNCH is coming, hands raised, big eyes etc. &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="border-collapse: collapse; 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="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:small;"&gt;That was it, 5 of them was in the mud, 2 of us was in the mud too, one of them was held captive by me, 2 of them fled, and Mota was sitting on the other guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:Verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:Verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;Victory, finally, but sadly we had no energy left to play that day. The game period was the last period, so next we returned home via the School bus, where we exchanged killer looks with the seniors, and was laughing at them secretly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:Verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:Verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;I knew something was gonna happen in the school, and decided not to go there for 2 days while I got info from friends who went to school. I asked them eagerly if anything happened, if anyone mentioned my name. Then....well No one mentioned me, as I was not a major influence on anything! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:Verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:Verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;Who got the Punishment??? The Loud Mouth. The seniors mentioned his name, and left us knowing that if they did, Mota will not only sit on them but will Jump, and I will not hold on to any Punches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:Verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:Verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;Although that was not the end of it. A month later, I got calls which threatened me. :P But well, that's another story that has nothing to do with Kung Fu Fighting.&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/2905453004904759088-3667078162200549600?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/3667078162200549600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-i-didnt-punch-anyone.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/3667078162200549600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/3667078162200549600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-i-didnt-punch-anyone.html' title='And I didn&apos;t Punch Anyone'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-4948162261134020495</id><published>2010-06-29T19:59:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-29T21:26:57.673+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What Women Want'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contest writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogadda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>Women are just like men, with a few exception</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I wanted to write a cool intro to this post, I tried quoting lines, I tried to be funny, and then serious, but I just couldn't fit thousands of things in one word. Sorry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do I have to fit thousands of words in a single sentence? Well we are talking about What Women Want aren't we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="246" height="255" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.pringoo.com/flashwidget/imagePlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="udid=26354&amp;amp;stage_width=246&amp;amp;stage_height=255&amp;amp;bottom_height=40"&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="udid=26354&amp;amp;stage_width=246&amp;amp;stage_height=255&amp;amp;bottom_height=40" src="http://www.pringoo.com/flashwidget/imagePlayer.swf" width="246" height="255" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I had to make a list, I couldn't. Simply cause I am not a Woman. And you know we are from Mars! They are from Venus. And sometimes I wonder how did all of us end up here on Earth! Creepy isn't it? Anyways The 3 "W"s here is the most mysterious thing just secondary to black-holes. Science might have an answer fir the black hole....but they still don't get women! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You wouldn't believe, I tried to write them down, I just couldn't. I mean you can't differentiate what women want from what what men want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Women want love, so do we. Women want to have good times, so do we. They aspire to be successful, we do too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Women hide what they really really want and test weather a man can recognize what she wants. But we don't. That's bad, cause tests have never been my area of expertise! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Women don't want different things, they just do things differently.&lt;/b&gt; And Glee just told me &lt;b&gt;"Women want sex as much as Guys do!"&lt;/b&gt; Now seriously, what more do you need to know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are not that different, not aliens. Cause in the end we all desire Same things. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just at some point guys wanna watch sports and Women simply would watch anything else but sports! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's it ... a thin line remains always....the line where subjects like &lt;b&gt;pink,shopping,TV Soaps,Cosmetics,Designer Clothes,gossiping and hormones that make them more mature&lt;/b&gt; lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And seriously, if you expect that I'd make a list for you guys here, you guys were just being ambitious. To know things it took me several years...and I've just got started. I've already spilled the basics. Work your way to the top! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Post was a Part of the Contest What Women Want organised by &lt;a href="http://www.blogadda.com/"&gt;Blogadda&lt;/a&gt; sponsored by &lt;a href="http://www.pringoo.com/"&gt;Pringoo&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-4948162261134020495?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/4948162261134020495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/06/women-are-just-like-men-with-few.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/4948162261134020495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/4948162261134020495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/06/women-are-just-like-men-with-few.html' title='Women are just like men, with a few exception'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-3224487397934827696</id><published>2010-06-26T20:15:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-26T20:38:42.016+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hindu religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religious comedy'/><title type='text'>And Thus I learned to Hate Religion</title><content type='html'>So by this time if you have read the posts I posted before, you already know that like every time this post too is not gonna be serious. I know, the title already says that doesn't it? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I was born in 1992, if people remember there was a huge riot on the Babri Mosque issue. Yes I was born in that unfortunate year, and hopefully I didn't see anything bad, even if I did...I was too little to remember. That riot was a religion issue. But no I don't hate religion for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was then sent to Ramakrishna Mission Ashrama High School. If you don't know, that school is a Hindu Missionary School. So I was forced to learn more about my culture that my west centered brain wanted to. I was forced to memorize Phrases from Gita. But still I tolerated Somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there came several occasions where I hated being a Hindu, by the way I neither did want to Be a Christian or a Muslim or Anything. I just wanted to be me. For example I hate the part of the Saraswati Puja where you have to fast until the Puja ends. I hate that. Why should I do that? God gave us food to eat..... why shouldn't I? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing, My best friend is a Brahmin... So after certain age they celebrate an occasion called "Upanayan". The difficult part is he got all the gifts in this world!! Its like a marriage ceremony without the bride,where the groom gets all the fame and all the prizes! He became the coolest kid in town with all the gadgets and stuff....and I was like...People get lucky over-night!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways life was fine and I did not complain about things for so long till this day Today!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today all my tolerance went somewhere to take a dive in the holy river! If you know what is a Kirtan ( a religious Chaos Nothing else...Rock Show for the Elderly!! ) you sure can Imagine what its like to have one just in front of your house!!! They are shouting names of gods in chorus...in different tones and voices...and I can't hear my mom say anything! And I hate the Tabla or something like that which is playing in the background, and which has nothing to do with the Kirtan, and is just simply being played to irritate others! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm planning on a revenge! I wish to download all the Bullet For My valentine, AC/DC , Metallica, Megadeath, Cradle Of Filth, SlipKnot songs and Place two huge Guitar speakers right in front of my house and play! Lets see who wins! Kartal Or Metal!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently my mom is asking me not to be so furious about that matter, so I'm stopping here and asking you whose side are you on? &lt;b&gt;KARTAL &lt;/b&gt;or  &lt;b&gt;METAL?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-3224487397934827696?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/3224487397934827696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-thus-i-learned-to-hate-religion.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/3224487397934827696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/3224487397934827696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-thus-i-learned-to-hate-religion.html' title='And Thus I learned to Hate Religion'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-4629393038401115831</id><published>2010-06-10T12:55:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-11T15:27:29.074+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>A year Closer To Death</title><content type='html'>Just another Wasted Life..... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A life full of fun, and the loneliness behind it.... A life of awesomeness...and touches of reality....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just Another Trashbag..... a Metal Head... A guitar psycho.... Just another Guy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Just Another Guy Had Just Another Birthday! But this time... It was all Legal! :D :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-4629393038401115831?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/4629393038401115831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/06/year-closer-to-death.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/4629393038401115831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/4629393038401115831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/06/year-closer-to-death.html' title='A year Closer To Death'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-6036914568386776729</id><published>2010-06-05T17:48:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-05T21:08:28.763+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hidden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog A Ton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faking'/><title type='text'>Hidden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/TApvVPA8B3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/7cDZlA7eoAM/s1600/pix-couple-shopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This post has been published by me as a part of the &lt;b&gt;Blog-a-Ton 11&lt;/b&gt;; the eleventh edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following &lt;a href="http://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blog-a-Ton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hidden thoughts Can cause a lot of trouble for an average guy. I am no good at keeping secrets. If someone tells me to not to tell anyone about anything I get a feeling like some criminal offense has been done behind my back by my friends and one of them is putting me under oath not to tell the Police about it! It just hurts my morality, you know! If I have one, that is! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So What is this post about? No its not about how I cope with the aforesaid problem. I usually forget what was being told to me and get relaxed, but I am Not gonna tell you that! That's my way, get one yourself! But there are lots of things that are hidden on an Usual day other than those tiny little secrets and huge sins that your friends have committed and asked you not to tell anything about! These secrets, however always stay within ourselves and our crooked mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, let me give you an example of such incidents where we have to keep our thoughts to ourselves..... and lets discuss a nightmare scenario.....The Girl wants to Go to Shopping and asked The Guy to go with her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/TApvVPA8B3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/7cDZlA7eoAM/s1600/pix-couple-shopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/TApvVPA8B3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/7cDZlA7eoAM/s320/pix-couple-shopping.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479314307248031602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 222px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Girl: You Are Sooo Late..... how could you be like this always..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guy: I can't be that Late....oh hell... I'm sorry re! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And What did the guy really think- "Like I volunteered to come and move behind your shoes like your chihuahua! "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Girl: Okay ..What's done is Done...now help me choose something to wear at Didi's reception...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guy: Lets Go, what are we waiting for... That Way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guy in his Mind: Huh? You asking me to Choose from all the colored pieces of clothes that Blinds my eyes, I mean seriously...Do I look Gay?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Girl: Haww...this saree is awesome... don't you think so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guy: Ha...really...you'd look beautiful wearing it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guy in his Mind: Okay...strike one, she selected one of them, lets get the heck outta here!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Girl: Look, that one seems better... Now I can't choose!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guy: Oh ...but that one looks stupid... you look a lot better in this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guy in his Mind: Grab this and go home, I need to live, the game is on! And who told these bastards to keep good sarees in one shop! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Girl: Achha now I have to select a watch...lets go to third floor..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guy: Aha, cool, lets go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guy in his Mind: Do I see a poster of Pamela Anderson down there.... Hmm... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Girl: Shopping is done, Lets eat something...food court  is that way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guy: Oh, I know but Mom made dinner for me back home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guy in his Mind: Sigh! Another attempt to ruin my night,and get carbs for yourself! You seriously look fat!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Girl: You were so in a hurry... You are pathetic, I can't even shop with you around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guy: What! What did I do? What? You didn't like these? Should we go change them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guy in his Mind: Oh how classic! I've heard this excuse since dinosaurs were born. I can only hope that next time you don't take me to the next shopping spree! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Girl: No need to change them... all right fine.. I know you have the match to watch and all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guy: Oh, the match was supposed to be on... I nearly forgot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guy in his Mind: Oh so you knew all, and still you decided to torture me with this stupid shopping thing!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Girl: No, Its okay.. Lets Go home then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guy: As you please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guy in his Mind: Yeah right, now that the torture session is over lets head home! Holy Cow... My match is over...!!!!! No point in getting home now! *Sigh*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So you see, if everything that the guy thought was said they could have hardly wasted all those times together, and call themselves a couple who understand each other! We are all blessed with our abilities to hide the real thoughts, and no this is not faking, this is just making efforts to make relations better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S All the characters in this conversation is purely fictional. I never thought like this. Because I never went to shop with any woman except mom, yes when I was 5 I used to go shop with Mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;b&gt;fellow Blog-a-Tonics&lt;/b&gt; who took part in this Blog-a-Ton and links to their respective &lt;b&gt;posts&lt;/b&gt; can be checked &lt;a href="http://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/2010/06/rules-and-reminder-for-blog-ton-11.html#comments"&gt;&lt;b&gt;here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blog-a-Ton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/2905453004904759088-6036914568386776729?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/6036914568386776729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/06/hidden.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/6036914568386776729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/6036914568386776729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/06/hidden.html' title='Hidden'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/TApvVPA8B3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/7cDZlA7eoAM/s72-c/pix-couple-shopping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-3262169800736106817</id><published>2010-06-03T14:54:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-04T08:22:48.632+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CID jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CID facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CID'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ACP'/><title type='text'>Comedians In Disguise (C.I.D)</title><content type='html'>If you grew up in India in the 90's and always kept an eye on the stupid box you have often found yourself and your dad, sitting in a couch watching Sony Tv, at dinner time, watching some men and some fools among men solving cases that you can now predict by yourself! They are the source of all the detective intelligence Indian youth has! They have been on Air since forever! I can remember them going on since the new color TV was brought! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People nowadays are demanding a different CID channel, on which CID goes on and on like forever! This post is devoted to the show! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cool Facts about CID:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daya Slaps a guy, and he tells the truth about everything. A small Slap is enough for everything! There Goes third degree! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Once in a while when the TRP is down they always make one of their main investigators as a suspect! Sometimes Daya, sometimes Abhijeet and sometimes The ACP himself! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Three Characters remain the same and the other characters change as the season changes! No not the serial season, new characters appear and go as if Summer came and gone! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If there was A record on How many Doors Daya had broken it would be enormous! Next time you lock yourself in a room, call DAYA! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They have made words like "chappa chappa chand maro" so much popular, now even my mom uses these when I can't find something!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did I tell you that by ACP's pronunciation you can never understand that the other character's name was "Fredrick" ! How cool! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There Is Only one car for the whole department and everyone goes everywhere via that car!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Half the times ACP predicts a FANSI as a punishment!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And probably all of you have heard the greatest PJs , but this collection is exclusively for CID purpose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sharing CID Shayaris Collected all Over from the Internet: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;"&gt;Na jaane kal kya bayaan honge.....&lt;br /&gt;Foolon k gulshan ya fir soone shamshaan honge....&lt;br /&gt;Iss ghar ka chappa chappa chaan maaro Daya, yahaan zarur kaatil ki ungliyon k nishaan honge!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;"&gt;Patni upwas rakhati hai jab hota hai karva chauth&lt;br /&gt;ACP Pradyuman keheta hai tume hogi “”SAZAYEE MAUT””…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;"&gt;5 rupaye ka ek samosa, 10 rupaye ke do…&lt;br /&gt;Abhijeet kuch to gadbad hai, Daya darwaza tod do….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;"&gt;Apni mehenat ka pasina is tarah se na pochooo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;"&gt;Waha wah…!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;"&gt;.C.P. Pradyuman ne kaha “Socho Daya Sochoo"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;"&gt;Hum tumhare pyaar me jaan bhi de denge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Salunke Murde se bhi sach ugalawa lenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'comic sans ms';font-size:6;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 24px;font-size:19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;"&gt;Daya ke Thappad ke Gunj Se ure Pakshi Yaha Waha......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;"&gt;ACP Pradyuman bole Abhijeet Aakhir Laash Gayi Kaha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;"&gt;All these PJs are collected from various sites over the internet! I would have made the effort to make some of them but I took my effort Elsewhere! The never-endingness of this serial has inspired me to a life after December 2012 and however I made a Facebook Page on this if you'd like this.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif;"&gt;Here's The Link &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Ill-Watch-CID-in-2013-and-Laugh-those-who-said-everything-will-end-by-2012/130740886937297?created&amp;amp;v=wall"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/pages/Ill-Watch-CID-in-2013-and-Laugh-those-who-said-everything-will-end-by-2012/130740886937297?created&amp;amp;v=wall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now If only I could have some appreciation for all the hard work! :D I know, I am a bit like the over-demanding child! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time you think of something stupid like kill a guy or run over a cow, think of Daya's slap and refrain! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-3262169800736106817?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/3262169800736106817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/06/comedians-in-disguise-cid.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/3262169800736106817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/3262169800736106817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/06/comedians-in-disguise-cid.html' title='Comedians In Disguise (C.I.D)'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-6765304638791344455</id><published>2010-06-03T14:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-03T14:53:04.047+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Summer Life</title><content type='html'>The pretty Old AC in our house has just started to die little by little! In this 40 degrees of heat even ACs can't survive! That thing just doesn't seem to cool very nice! And I am disappointed! Last summer it was broke and when we got that fixed it already rained, and their was no need for it! And now this! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I can't seem to cool myself off, since my boards results are tomorrow, and seriously I will Hate those who will ask me how did the boards go! If it went well, I will tell you myself! If it didn't then it is none of your business! I hate the aunties who say things like "Oh Beta, you've grown soo much in the last few years! How was your result?" ...maybe that's why I couldn't socialize! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've made a list of things that I really really need to buy! Of course I haven't wrote it down, its all in my mind, and I have been planning to buy them for a month now! You know, men and their Shopping part! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I mention my latest fantasy carrier? Yes, I heard that EA sports does campusing from some colleges in WB! Can you tell where they are! I might kill the fags who apply for an entry and get myself in there! I love EA! :D You know, Men and their Video Games! We are so much Predictable! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Lastly the Next blog post will be dedicated to the everlasting TV series ever seen!  CID on sony! Yeah I know What are you thinking! :D I am gonna Collect all the PJs there are... I mean the most Hilarious ones! And Post them here! Be ready! :D&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/2905453004904759088-6765304638791344455?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/6765304638791344455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/6765304638791344455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/6765304638791344455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-life.html' title='Summer Life'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-6173808853597920710</id><published>2010-06-01T07:40:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-01T08:42:39.052+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='results'/><title type='text'>The Secret behind The Success</title><content type='html'>Okay seriously, the only thing I just want to say now is.. "Oh, please what have I done? What sins am I paying for? Please Let me sleep for at least another two hours! Please Please!! "&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I know that would sound extremely desperate for an extremely &lt;b&gt;gaga&lt;/b&gt; person like me! Wait... no u didn't.....no NOT THAT.....arey I was NOT talking about LADY GAGA....no not that joker...and I am not HETRO...if you know what I wanted to say!!! Uff I could go on and on for the ducks and chicken and what not she wears on her head! If she would have been a geography teacher she would have carried the whole globe on her forehead! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so what are we talking about... Oh I remember my early morning wake up call! Nowadays its been a misery for me. My friends keep on dragging my ass to football matches, and I actually wanna play them when I'm having a dream, cause that's the only place I keep scoring again and again! A message if anybody is hearing. I am in desperate need of a sleepover, and teach those crazy asses that I am a Professional player (I'd never ever ever be one..and I mean NEVER.. and I am in no position to be one) and they don't get their ass dragged to the football field! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now that I am bullshitting you in this fine morning I might as well tell you the reason behind my AIEEE success... actually I scored a shitty 2 lakh 24 thousand rank and that probably would get me nowhere but thats all the success I need for now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once upon a time in Kolkata, when the WBJEE exams were over a charming Bullshitter was sitting on a restaurant with 3 more friends and they were bullshitting each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just then the actor friend said - "Arey you have AIEEE the day after tomorrow..no?? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Bullshitter replied - " Yeah man. Did you get where you are sitting? I mean where are you gonna give the exam? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Act- "Its B.D.Memorial. Where's yours?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B.Ser- "Holy Shit man... I'm there too, Wanna go to the Mani Square mall after the exam?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone else agreed!! :D Yay, will watch a 3D movie there..okay!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Act- "BTW when are you going there... I mean what's the reporting time?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B.Ser- "I donno maybe 9... but thats probably too early in the morning."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Act- "So you have friends there na? Go and sleep over at a friend's house! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B.Ser- "That's a good idea, will do sire, but MANI SQUARE is fixed.. if any of you Morons Come Late... I'll kick your bottoms out!! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And later that evening, the BullShitter calls an even bigger bullshitter..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;*kring Kring*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BigB- I'm dead, don't call me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SmallB- Shit man, I always wanted to kill you first hand! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BigB- Wassup man? I'm with a girl now..talk fast! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SmallB- Okay I'm coming over tomorrow night to sleep over and will go to give AIEEE in B.D memorial the next day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BigB- No probs boss, come over, but for now leave me alone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SmallB- To hell with you and Your girls... Damn you IDIOT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*beep* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And now The Night Before AIEEE &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BigB- Wassup man? You finally made it!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SmallB- Yes, I had to give the exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BigB- I shit you not, but if you bunk this no one back home will know about this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SmallB- That's tomorrow's program, what's for today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BigB- Mom's out, we gotta eat out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SmallB- Chalo, Let's Go! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After The eating when We come back to BigB's house &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BigB- Its only 11, what do you wanna do now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SmallB- Play some awesome songs no..from that Album, 100 greatest guitar solos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BigB- Wait I've got something for you, Its a movie on the Beatles.. "Across the Universe"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SmallB- Idiot, that's not based on The Beatles, they've just taken the songs, I've seen parts of it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BigB- Whatever, you wanna watch it now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SmallB- Hell Yeah, Lagaaa Movie!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;At 2 AM &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BigB- Man shut the sound down and get to sleep, you have an exam tomorrow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SmallB- Wait Let Me Watch man, this part is interesting!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;At 8 AM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SmallB- Shit is it 8.30 already?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BigB- No sleepyhead, that clock doesn't work, get up and lets go!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SmallB- Let Me Check first ..PEN ...Check...Admit..Check...Fresh Shirt..Check..and Dirty Jeans..Hell Yeah!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BigB- Arey Lets go ...hurry!!! Its 8.15 Already!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;At the Venue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BigB- Man, why didn't I give the exam.. All the girls here.. why didn't I consider doing engineering.. I seriously regret this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SmallB- Yeah? Well suffer for Four more years!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BigB- See, I'll act as If I am your father now. Of course since no one else is present with you, I am your guardian!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SmallB- Duuuuuuuuude... we are the same age! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BigB- Shut up you Moron. I had to become a Mechanic to support your studies and you give this in return!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SmallB- Hell, All I needed was THIS!!!!!!! Sigh! Where is that Actor Guy anyway!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*enters the Actor*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Act- Arey Hi... Chal Exam is going to start lets get inside! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SmallB- Bye BigB.. don't crash into a car on the way home, I'll feel pity for the driver! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Act- Meet me here after the exam and Then We are going To MANI SQUARE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SmallB- Ryto! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then anything and everything that happened was epic!! I mean That's how you get a 6000 state rank and a 2lakh all over rank in AIEEE! Now you know, this is the secret. And You are ordered not to tell anyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-6173808853597920710?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/6173808853597920710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/06/secret-behind-success.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/6173808853597920710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/6173808853597920710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/06/secret-behind-success.html' title='The Secret behind The Success'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-598696630239066344</id><published>2010-05-27T19:44:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-27T19:53:16.585+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Is It Serious?</title><content type='html'>And You plan just to let it be unplanned again...cause Life is a puzzle and it jumbles itself up every time you think that you figured it all out. That's just the way it is! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can Consider me serious for the first time in my life, well I am not serious but I am definitely not cracking Jokes. And I am not feeling Sad, but Not happy either. This is where I am, and there's just a road ahead, just ahead and not looking back. I wait for just another chance to prove myself, and by God's grace I have that. And I will try to make good use of the chance! I know I will be diverted, that is why I am writing it down. So I don't forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this was just to clear my heart out! I hope the readers won't mind! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-598696630239066344?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/598696630239066344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/05/is-it-serious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/598696630239066344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/598696630239066344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/05/is-it-serious.html' title='Is It Serious?'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-8412869558608034359</id><published>2010-05-23T23:08:00.014+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-24T00:53:18.001+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Wannabes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Star'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wannabes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Cause We all Just Wannabe Big Rock Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Indian Rock is the talk of every Indian town for a while now. Every city has its own group of awesome Rock bands and every city has the rookies. This post is not about the greatest stars that are born in India but did not get any recognition in the larger world because of their nationality, although we somehow got used to it, in this Post I will discuss about the Great Indian Wanna Be-s....Where there are Legends, there must be wannabes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.pringoo.com/custom-designs/did-25736/ppid-493"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pringoo.com/image/user/c6dd6370dcab0205743e63418e41f91b/designs/25736/16_f_ebba0d2bfb96e7ac1ba00bd5411440da.png" border="0" height="161" width="226" alt="guitar" title="guitar" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being born in a Filthy Suburb, now a pretty much decent town very much near Kolkata, I discovered English music in early days when I was pretty young even to understand lyrics! Yes, I hated The BrazIIIIl song back then too, and I believed as I loved to watch Argentina play in the WC, I should never sing the damned song! However, that song ruled the decades, and probably one of the first English songs that Got accepted by The MANGO People. Music slowly got into me, and yes I left the nutshell and explored. I remember there used to be these Radio sites, where the music could be heard, without them being downloaded! I used to surf all day, Till came my blessing "Hotel California" and obviously "Summer Of 69"! And I was dreaming of being a Rock star Since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not an autobiography,and I will get to the point soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that several years have passed, and now I know how to play guitar, I own two of them,and I successfully sold an old one of mine, Moreover... I have a so-called-band in which members are usually absent in every practice! And I think I've seen enough Wannabes to write a blogpost about them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have got some true hideous features in them,and that's why they Deserve a whack....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. First Things first...They Can't Read Music, Play Instant Chords, or get a strumming pattern right even after 12 tries! &gt;:|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. And so, to cover up their playing errors they seriously memorize all the name of the artists and songs they have ever came across with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. They Can Never Hate a Band, they just don't know music well enough to dislike one. I mean some one said that no music is unlikeable, but still you gotta have some priorities. These guys are like listening ROBOTs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. And yes, they call crazy people "Greatest Guitarists Ever"! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Even if you make a suggestion and tell that this guy is better, they'll pretend that they've heard that guy play...as if he was playing next door, and that guy sucked! A true musician always Listens more and more and more! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Probably, the first song these wannabes have heard was "NUMB" by LP, and after 2 years of finger falling guitar exercises, they still think LP is the greatest Band Ever. I just can't Tolerate such people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. The easiest way to spot a wannabe is that he wears the most accessories than any other guy nearby. A true rocker is selective of his/her accessories but a wannabe wears everything! A wannabe even flaunts a cigarette that he/she is smoking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. These types never wear headphones but they blast their phone/Ipod speakers out loud for everyone to hear! one advise for them- "Keep Your Music to yourself"! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Now these guys are talented but have a truly empty mind, these guys are the ones who always end up covering other bands' songs rather than actually ever making one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. And lastly I am describing the people who can also be known as "Will Never gonna make it Big" people. This guys are pissed off jerks,who actually have no future and just got better from the other 9 and hence consider themselves superior. Their carrier of failed shows led them nowhere and they blame it on the "POLITICS" involved. And these guys irritate every other guy and try to bring them down to their level of joblessness. These are the most Gyaani and hated people of the Industry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you got my point, and next time ask yourself if you are a wannabe or Not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S: A real musician is always happy about the criticism made and still respects the music of each individual! And I mean no disrespect to anyone, just showing how the things are.Whack You Wannabes!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;This Post Is a part of Wanna Whack Contest by &lt;a href="http://www.blogadda.com/"&gt;Blogadda&lt;/a&gt; sponsored by &lt;a href="http://www.pringoo.com/"&gt;Pringoo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-8412869558608034359?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/8412869558608034359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/05/cause-we-all-just-wannabe-big-rock.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/8412869558608034359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/8412869558608034359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/05/cause-we-all-just-wannabe-big-rock.html' title='Cause We all Just Wannabe Big Rock Stars'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-6871067153596916549</id><published>2010-05-21T16:04:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-21T16:36:13.784+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pakistan Bans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook Ban'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ban'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter Ban'/><title type='text'>I ban Cause I can</title><content type='html'>I don't know why am I being so irritated and at the same time entertained by this, but yes, if you have read the news, you Probably know that Pakistan banned the following sites Facebook, YouTube, Wikipedia and the latest addition to the group, our very own awesome site....twitter.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you mad, are you crazy or are you being paid to do this? I understand what happened to facebook, although I do not like the idea of banning the site, i can still live by knowing that there was a reason. But what did YouTube do??? And damn Wikipedia???? Half the kids copy their homeworks from wiki don't you people know? And I can not in imagine in my worst nightmares that you guys would ban twitter. Although that would not be a problem, since most of the people from your country are still unaware of what twitter is. You guys are shameless, how much harm could that little blue bird do? And your stupid DrawMuhammadDay is not even in the trending topics! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems Pakistani judges have a problem with everything. There is No justification for banning Twitter, but in this Post I'll try My best to justify it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reason 1:&lt;/b&gt; Twitter has a blue Logo, in Pakistan they only permit Green Logos, anything else is against the nation, that means You have to give up your underwear that has that Red Logo. BAN!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reason 2 : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Judge To another "Did you know Twitter has anti-Islamic comments?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd Judge- "You Sure? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st one- "Arey mere mausi ke kaka ke abba jaan ke mausi jaan ke eklaute aulad ke eklaute bachhi ne aj subha ek anti-Islaam comment dekhi"! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd one- : Achaa(Gets angry...becomes Hulk) .....grrrr..... Lagaao Ban! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reason 3 :&lt;/b&gt; There Must have been some awesome social site discovered by Pak Govt. They had to Ban Twitter!! BAN!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reason 4: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st Judge: My Son has Lost interest in studies these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd Judge: Why is that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st Judge: I don't know, he seems to do a lot of twitting lately! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd Judge: Wait, I have a solution, Lets Ban Twitter. Ameen! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reason 5&lt;/b&gt; : Zardari To Manmohan- "See I told You so, We can Block Terrorism"! Side se Zardari Ka Assistant- "Sir yeh humne Twitter Block Kiya hai, Terrorism abhi bhi Nahi Hua"! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zardari- "I have to go Pee, Please Wait" ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beep Beep... Apke Call qatar Mein Hain, Kripya Pratiksha Kijiye! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reason 6 :&lt;/b&gt; Sania Mirza is on twitter! The Trade was bad, lets not let her live in peace...no aman ka tamasha!! :P Ban Twitter!! BAN!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the Last Reason would be that they banned twitter cause they could not go against an awesome personality like me, while I am tweeting. Too obvious, Isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait...........am I being over confident fool again???? *wonders*&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/2905453004904759088-6871067153596916549?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/6871067153596916549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-ban-cause-i-can.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/6871067153596916549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/6871067153596916549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-ban-cause-i-can.html' title='I ban Cause I can'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-2146063924880818504</id><published>2010-05-20T06:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-20T07:16:46.597+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Awaiting Realisation</title><content type='html'>Man, am I Pissed Off or am I super Pissed off!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up at 5.30 a.m this morning. In case you didn't have you mind blown by now,let me shout and say.."FAYYYIIIIVVVVEEEEEEEE TTTHHHHHAAAAAARRRRTTTTTTAAAAAAYYYYY"! And I had a football(soccer) match, and it got cancelled cause some stupid kid who had the ball fell asleep in his a/c room and never came!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't understand why people make commitments like this, when they can't keep! But I certainly don't understand more things, these are just a few..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Modi Drama&lt;/b&gt;- So many Papers Wasted, I guess they won't be even recycled! BCCI is rich u know! They don't recycle! I'm thinking of the guy who typed the 15000 pages... at 10 rupees per page, he made 1,50,000 . Now thats smart typing! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Result Drama-&lt;/b&gt; My Board Results were supposed to be out on 28th may, now that we have a separate state board, we are free to delay it whenever we want... isn't it!!!  Who cares about results, lets all see how good the politicians do on the election. That will be a comfort! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Management Quota- &lt;/b&gt;And If I had to study Engg, I am considering this as a possibility. Like my father has loads of money to give to those scumbags, who plan a retirement from nothing(since half the teachers are basically Jobless)...with my money!!! WTF!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The South Indian Food Allergy-&lt;/b&gt; Is there any Masala except for Sambar Masala in south India? Any?? Lets use that on the cooking please! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Bangalore Dilemma-&lt;/b&gt; Should I stay, or Should I not Stay is the question! Kolkata is not a nice place either, and frankly I'm bored of this place, but Bangalore is nothing Out of this World too....But I hear the jobs are easily get-able( a new word?? ) there!  What to do Now! :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was taking a vacation, went to south India for a tour, and now came back, to keep my sanity in proportion. I am back to blogging now, awaiting more ideas to click, so that I can increase posts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog has been Dead, Very Dead! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-2146063924880818504?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/2146063924880818504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/05/awaiting-realisation.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/2146063924880818504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/2146063924880818504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/05/awaiting-realisation.html' title='Awaiting Realisation'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-3003854403808730749</id><published>2010-04-24T08:26:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-24T08:47:02.435+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What The SPAM!!</title><content type='html'>Its a fine Saturday morning, you wake up to check your mail and what do you find except two mails from facebook? ITS ALL SPAM. I'm sure by 2010 all of the Netizens are accustomed with spam e-mails. And now find it pretty boring and such..I found them to be rather funny and enjoyable some times... How?? yeah, you have to keep on reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of my blog readers might know that I recently suffered a  huge Breakup(well, not so HUGE really.. I've had Worse! :P ) , then I woke up a fine Morning and was going through the forums of &lt;a href="http://www.jaltheband.com/forums"&gt;JAL&lt;/a&gt;, the band and found this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DISCLAIMER&lt;/span&gt;: What you are about to see is a spam topic created by bots in the forums...not a single line is written by me..... =&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A few weeks ago I was incredibly disappointed with my marriage with my wife. Over the years, it went from being a great thing, to a bland relation. Why, you ask me? Ummmm, you know - life gets in the way. It starts with owning a townhouse. It then comes to pregnancy. More fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found interesting advice here: &lt;a href="http://www.marriedaffairguide.com/" target="_blank"&gt;*******&lt;/a&gt; Tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I dont adore my kids. Those responsibilitiezzzzzzzzz which just show up have become a set of elements that I just internally agreed to cease controlling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life of an attached man has been a good existence. I did not want to leave this way of living. At the same time, I am a man. I want to have that excitement that came included with a new romance. That feeling that someone *likes* *me* once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what propelled me into searching for a new quest. This wasn't mapped out at any degree. It 'purely happened' - coincidentally. Having an affair was not some BS thing I desired to have to do personally. Cheating affairs have a curse associated with that affair. You seldom go into them easily. You just get blased with a promise you made and take an opportunity ahead of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't about my girl. It was always about moi. I began looking on the internets for advice on how to change my relationship model. I ended up landing on this site: *******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want my affair to destroy my family. I adore my partner and our kids. I basically wasn't having the excitement I wanted from the thins thing. I decided that should I have an affair, it should have been a itty bitty term thing. And it was. I met Bitte on the web on a site that was referred by a dude. She was hilarious and incredibly wicked - on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I met Her. After a few too potent cocktails, we leave together- we did what we had to do - she asked for my cell digits at the end, which I assumed to be a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the girl went NUTS on my arse. The chick just beginned texting, andcalling me &amp;amp; e-mailing me like a crazy person!!! Looking to destroy my marriage. She clearly said she'd call my wife. She said she'd expose me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank GOD there was a bakup plan named: &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I was Blown away..its funny, its hillarious, but it IS SPAM!&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/2905453004904759088-3003854403808730749?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/3003854403808730749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-spam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/3003854403808730749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/3003854403808730749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-spam.html' title='What The SPAM!!'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-2102259137454038134</id><published>2010-04-20T09:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-20T09:25:15.163+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Untimely Death Of A Bag</title><content type='html'>A day at the mall, eating pizzas, watching movies and doing nothing illegal sounds pure fun. I joined the gang when they called me up right after the exam. And for the guys who are as much perverts as me, they know that a mall is half about movies and pizzas and half about stalking girls! ;) You know, you can't resist a beautiful smell and a beautiful skin while they walk past you or sit beside you! It was fun no doubt but we were professionals at stalking. If you are thinking you hate us, the potential stalkers, we'd like to let you know that even if we stalk you, you won't get the slightest idea that you are being stalked! That saves us from being Eve-Teasers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the point, all these were fun, but all these were empty too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lil bit of historical info :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in class 11 when I joined a new school and since my previous school bag was too nasty to be dealt with another year, I had to buy something to carry my books and Candy wrappers to school! So, I bought this full black bag from Big Bazar and thought it was quite a purchase for 200 bucks! Even if I didn't feel pride that day, I'm feeling proud more than ever today, as I bid goodbye to the most memorable Bag of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Memories :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the start of my school, me and my bag was inseparable.Black is my fav colour, you know. Me and my bag went places, I had never imagined I'd go in the past 10 years of my life. I thought those places only existed in TV, and now I realize how childish I was. Nevertheless my bag helped me a lot in those days. A safe place for all the Ipods and headphones, and the new phone too. I carried junk in my bag from candy wrappers to questions of unit tests of a 100 months old, torn and destroyed in the most brutal manner. My bag saw me fall in love, my bag carried all the gifts and the cards, and those which were never given found its home in my bag! Still, my bag holds the greatest collection of unpublished poetry by me! And when I could not push more thoughts into paper and put them into my bag, I wrote a blog. Me and my bag bunked Classes, the bag was my cushion on the boring lectures I'd sleep through! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/S80j0TA-WZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LmpEFn5rO80/s1600/n1266234121_98018_5358.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/S80j0TA-WZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LmpEFn5rO80/s200/n1266234121_98018_5358.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, me and my sleep mate! :P :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sad Part:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my bag shared the most important 2 years of my life together! We played at concerts, we slept over at strange places, we had a trademark! :P But as time always takes away your favourite things , the life span of my favourite bag has now come to an end.There are holes popping up everywhere in the bag, and the zips getting all tangled up, and obvious reason to bid it adieu. College years are ahead, and hope my new bags give me beautiful memories! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my old bag, you have showed me that good friends can be found but best friends are always purchased! Rest In Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-2102259137454038134?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/2102259137454038134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/04/untimely-death-of-bag.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/2102259137454038134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/2102259137454038134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/04/untimely-death-of-bag.html' title='Untimely Death Of A Bag'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/S80j0TA-WZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LmpEFn5rO80/s72-c/n1266234121_98018_5358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-4164946493394435003</id><published>2010-04-07T19:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-13T23:00:04.281+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Game</title><content type='html'>This Post is a part Of Youngistaan Ka Wow Contest @ indiblogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They asked me what challange would I throw to Ranbir if I were Sanjay Dutt! It is however an intruiging idea to compare me with Sanjay Dutt, as I am Literraly the age of his knee...or whatever thay call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I really Had to throw Ranbir somewhere I'd throw him in a room full of girls, so many girls that he wouldn't even remember where he is. For every hero who had fallen, has Fallen to one thing and one thing only, a beautiful woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, If you've seen Beowulf that is. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-4164946493394435003?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/4164946493394435003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/04/game.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/4164946493394435003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/4164946493394435003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/04/game.html' title='The Game'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-3633766208015044775</id><published>2010-04-06T22:57:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-13T22:53:00.487+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Electricity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Power Cut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth Hour'/><title type='text'>The Daily Earth Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/S8Sn-tjvQWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sr7id9xTv1o/s1600/ttp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 54px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/S8Sn-tjvQWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sr7id9xTv1o/s320/ttp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459673344103104866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Post was Selected for Tangy Tuesday Pick By BLOGADDA. You guys @ Blogadda simply rock.. \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, how good it feels to do a bit for the future generation, for earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be surprised. In several parts of  Kolkata the concept of  "EARTH HOUR" is not new at all! It has been practiced over ages! Fortunately or un-Fortunately I happen to live at such a part of this big city where "Earth Hour" is celebrated on a daily basis! Yes, from all the lame jokes you've read on Twitter, you have already found out that I am Talking about power cuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, the people, spend half the time of the day for the benefit of this planet! We deserve some award or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, today I was trying to Fix my computer and was formatting it. Once, there was a power cut. It lasted an hour. Then as soon as I reached the windows screen electricity said goodbye and there was a two hour long silence! Finally when It came back, it lasted 10 minutes, and it was gone again, and came back again after 10 more minutes of mosquito bites! Actually I am not even sure if I can complete this post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a more interesting case :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ministers promised us that there would be no power cuts during the boards exams. But we, being noble earthlings survived the very first hour of our very first 10+2 exam only with the help of natural resources! And those who gave us energy to write about an utterly interesting subject, the Bengali Literature, included the SUN, The Warm summer Breeze and the sweat beats on our foreheads! Yet somehow I managed to not let the paper drown in the extra water produced by my body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fossil Fuel is coming to an end! And our government is making us practice those hard times when there will be so little left of it! The plan is that we will turn out to be fine when Crisis hits us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End is Coming my friend. The preparations are to be made! ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I was neither trying to be Political nor Intellectual! I was just being the big jerk that I am! So even if you didn't understand I give you a hint- THIS IS ALL SARCASM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-3633766208015044775?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/3633766208015044775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/04/daily-earth-hour.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/3633766208015044775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/3633766208015044775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/04/daily-earth-hour.html' title='The Daily Earth Hour'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/S8Sn-tjvQWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sr7id9xTv1o/s72-c/ttp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-8950102594954783393</id><published>2010-03-13T11:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-13T11:51:11.181+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Behind the mask</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"You bored me with your stories&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I endured you for as long as I did&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy, it's over, I'm only sorry&lt;br /&gt;That I didn't make the move before you"(  &lt;--except this line.. I made the move)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- The Corrs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's all I really have to say now. For all I am happy now, it saved me a lot of time! Another step closer to find the perfect girl someday! DJ you'd be pretty happy to know, my would-be-girlfriend will not be my would-be-girlfriend anymore! And I am glad this happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am free and WILD again, Beware pretty girls, I am single now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S:- My shortest post ever. IPL 3 is taking away creativity from my brain! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;\m/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/2905453004904759088-8950102594954783393?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/8950102594954783393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-bored-me-with-your-stories-i-cant.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/8950102594954783393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/8950102594954783393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-bored-me-with-your-stories-i-cant.html' title='Behind the mask'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-3304321750251490932</id><published>2010-03-10T16:13:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-10T16:15:01.072+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lame'/><title type='text'>Para-Normal Activities</title><content type='html'>Okay either this computer attracts me with a force directly proportional to the product of its and my masses and inversely proportional to the square of our distances, or It just sucks me into it! See it is just definitions, and laws going on in my mind! Screw me, I've never felt more nerdy like what I'm feeling now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for the above statement :- I said I'd leave, but look at me, I am back! With no proper excuse to come back! I just came to check stuff! And Sammy Had a surprise for me which I really enjoyed! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the Issue this week!It has been horrifying for me especially at nights! I had to literally eat up formulas, and definitions etc. and I am awake till 2-3 am, which I never did my entire life (no matter how little a span I lived)&amp;nbsp; and when I go to sleep MONJULIKA appears out of nowhere! At 2-2.30 I can hear a sound of the payal or something like it! You know, Chin Chin Chin! First day di said, Monjulika has arrived to eat you up! I wasn't scared, but was enjoying. Next day I sat on the window to look out for anything I could have found out! Just when I was bored and turned my head down, There it was again! Chin Chin Chin, I looked back nothing was there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I was worried...Who the Heck is that? Then there was this movie "UNDERWORLD" playing at a channel, which is a movie about Vampires and Werewolves! I saw that, and could not sleep that night because of the CHIN CHIN CHIN again! But I somehow realized, once you heard it, it doesn't come back! So I considered this Manjulika liked me very much and would do no harm to me and tried to fall asleep again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same pattern continued for days, and I grew very very less interested till one day didi came and asked me to watch! As impatient as ever I was not looking, and blaming her for tearing my physics book apart into two pieces( which ultimately saved me from the agony of reading one chapter). Then the noise was there again, and I realized it was nothing but a guy in the neighborhood who always came late from office and who had a Large Chain which he locks around his not-so-precious bike, out of immense love of the earthly possession! That chain Created the Chin Chin Chin noise, and I was sad because Manjulika did not like me anymore, rather Someone who liked me never really existed! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now if this is Lame to you, I blame this site, and I had nothing to do with this!!&amp;nbsp; :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-3304321750251490932?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/3304321750251490932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/03/para-normal-activities.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/3304321750251490932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/3304321750251490932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/03/para-normal-activities.html' title='Para-Normal Activities'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-3114906055834474970</id><published>2010-03-05T22:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:51:09.259+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Temporary Leave</title><content type='html'>My pleasant and lazy days turned into utter unpleasant memories of hard work, with just 11 days left for my exam! I've never given Higher Secondary before (no I didn't ever fail...ever) but I don't feel nervous. I should feel nervous. But I don't!&amp;nbsp; Probably when you have got nothing to loose you become fearless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pleasant tunes of Kathick calling Karthick is moving back and forth again and again! And my poetic essence just gets better and better! That's a sad news! I don't wanna be a poet. I want a girl and live a simple life, not a poet with some freaking pain which helps him keep going! I wanna be loved! So selfish of me! I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could control the goofiness. A girl called me up on my number, and I scared her off with the goofiness, so sad! I never wanted to talk to her anyway! Future planning Hello: Can't waste money for just a no one!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is playing!! "Uff teri Adaa" !&amp;nbsp; Hmm... I wonder What it feels like to get that close to a girl! Hey am just 17!&amp;nbsp; Don't expect me to be the know it all guy for the girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...till exams come, I bid adieu. And dad is screaming again! What's with those guys! I just got up! Its been 8 freakin hours, no one works more than that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-3114906055834474970?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/3114906055834474970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/03/temporary-leave.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/3114906055834474970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/3114906055834474970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/03/temporary-leave.html' title='Temporary Leave'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-5861795442368329102</id><published>2010-02-18T12:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-18T12:43:32.647+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why my blog doesn't run well?</title><content type='html'>A blog with less comments is a amateur blogger's paradise! Cause no one tells you to shut up. But this paradise is not soothing me! For I want to get noticed! Badly! That's the truth, and I'm not too fond of hiding facts! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I wondered around and met people( potential bloggers too) I showed them my blog and asked why this place isn't so happening like other places. And I got many answers! Some of them you wouldn't believe! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Free Advices:-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dude, you are doing the whole thing wrong! And wassup with this black and white theme??? O_o Lame!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. No one wastes time to read bullshit! Get some material! (Like I should write about why the man, the one who gave the advice is a baldy!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You let your thoughts go Crazy! Be serious...stop that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Wait some time man! You've just got started!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Answers that Pissed Me OFF!! :-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. By newton's third law we know that every action has......................So,there might be an answer........for everything is related.............and it just might turn out to be.........for the reason being........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry Boss!! Please spare me... It's my fault. I should have never asked you the question!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. See, you need a total plan to get your site the best of traffics...and we provide you just that...with our monthly plan and a yearly plan of $$$$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( All he was hearing was Cha-Ching and all I was thinking was "Ya ya you filthy money-sucker bastard! I'm never gonna give u a piece of my pocket!!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; How do you even manage to maintain a blog with this poor condition of your writing skills! Oh, kaise kaise din aa gaye!!! ( Like you bloody fool is a direct descendant of Shakespeare are you?? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Name your blog "Nude pics and Bikini Babes" and your traffic jump starts! ( Damn you pervert!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whacky Answers:-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Man! Stop thinking so much and lets get high!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I tell you dude its a conspiracy of our Principal, he has something to do with this! Lets beat him up -By Back Bencher's Association (BBA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Yeah Right! And next you are gonna ask How many stars are there in the sky! Do you suppose I'd answer that too???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Aren't you supposed to be in tuition right now?? ( Oops!! Sorry!! Got whacked this time!! :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ah don't worry little one! Everyone has a problem with the traffic! There must be a big road block somewhere!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You are not old enough to run a blog!! ( Damn you too!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/S3zofrk0rRI/AAAAAAAAACs/Q-mCSaCO4iY/s1600-h/frustration.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/S3zofrk0rRI/AAAAAAAAACs/Q-mCSaCO4iY/s320/frustration.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this was just a reflection of one thing! I'm a damn fool to ask these people "Why my blog doesn't run well?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-5861795442368329102?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/5861795442368329102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-my-blog-doesnt-run-well_18.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/5861795442368329102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/5861795442368329102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-my-blog-doesnt-run-well_18.html' title='Why my blog doesn&apos;t run well?'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/S3zofrk0rRI/AAAAAAAAACs/Q-mCSaCO4iY/s72-c/frustration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-6274040804225429917</id><published>2010-02-13T11:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-13T11:52:48.681+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destroy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><title type='text'>Of Issues, evil and anti-love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since I've found my school posts are utterly boring for you people, I'm gonna shut up. :P Well, yeah I know too, I've got some issues. But, who doesn't have them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always surrounded by some serious problems, so I've started to think of them as minor problems. e.g. I know nothing about physics and chem and my boards is just a month and two days away! Well, to tell you the truth, I really get pretty bored once I start to talk about my studies. God knows How I wrote E-D-U-C-A-T-I-O-N. Darn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is I wrote something disgusting and emotional today! No, I'm not gonna bug you with that here. It's just that it has been so long since I wrote something emotional. I still think being emo sucks. Its good if you keep it to yourself and not show the world (and I mean the real world...virtual world is an exception for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 11 a.m and I'm yawning, and I did sleep for more than 8 hours last night! Arghh... I really need to put my football shoes on, but slippers are making me comfy! *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter was boring. Although I love the cold, the spring I tell you has something for me in mind. I feel so not disturbed now! Whoaa! Good for me and better for you people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/S3zlNQK1SEI/AAAAAAAAACg/VM2HTgUlaNU/s1600-h/anti-valentine_small.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/S3zlNQK1SEI/AAAAAAAAACg/VM2HTgUlaNU/s320/anti-valentine_small.png" border="0" width="320" height="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Valentine's Day is coming. And I'm SOOO Single. Saved me a lot of money. Recession had a hit on my pockets too. So what if I didn't work in an IT farm or whatsoever, I'm struggling too. Dad doesn't give enough these days! And boy am I glad that I'm free at the V day! Did I tell you that they are charging 250 bucks for two small Dairy Milk chocolates and a key-chain-size teddy bear warped in plastic! I mean wow....Thank God I'm Single! So, how am I gonna celebrate V day? Ha ha Its pretty evil I tell you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gathered an army of my fellow single schoolmates and we are gonna destroy the mood for love bugs who will come to a local restaurant!(We are planning to have food fights in the food joint! He He....)  We have decided to go anti-love this year! :) How's that for a nice prank-full evening?? ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stink cupid. Cause shooters these days hit better than you, and you miss every freakin' time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-6274040804225429917?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/6274040804225429917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/02/of-issues-evil-and-anti-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/6274040804225429917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/6274040804225429917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/02/of-issues-evil-and-anti-love.html' title='Of Issues, evil and anti-love'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/S3zlNQK1SEI/AAAAAAAAACg/VM2HTgUlaNU/s72-c/anti-valentine_small.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-1281049577186152239</id><published>2010-02-10T23:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-18T12:32:53.092+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HELLO....</title><content type='html'>I mean how can you just say "HELLO" and give all the girls a run for their talks........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl....I know her..and I'm spell bound.... Well, I've been down all day. In fact, most of the year I've been down. And of course for this girl only... She never wanted me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I watched some cool movies....never added her in orkut after my last account was hacked and I actually tried my level best not to talk to her in person...I succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of a sudden we start talking again....I send her a friend req( Weak point remember!) and a simple hello made my day(or night) again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary of my day:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late. Started mugging, then maths.....then played fifa...then went out to eat...came back.....watched the movie Zombieland...and loved it....then DIDI conquered my comp..just when she said Hello...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time...my ex-girlfriend,my friend(another psycho kid lyk me) and my soon would be girlfriend all sulked me up with their friggin emotions and crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soon-to-be girlfriend is sending me all kinda signals....that she's breaking up...no one understands her tears....her tears don't have any value....blah blah....and I sent her all the signals back...like don't say it...your tears have value...and the guy you are dating is a jerk( can't say that although I wanted too)... She will soon ask me if I love her or not.... I can tell...experiences....Duh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the psycho kid....he just wants a number...his girl won't accept his proposal(busy with studies....nerd kahika)...and he wants a new one after sticking up with her for almost a year now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this bullsh*t all day long...jsut got cleared up by one simple HELLO.....I feel honored...loved...awesome. Am I being a jerk??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just said "Hellos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn I couldn't reply....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/S3zmGB_5JKI/AAAAAAAAACk/fXHh9MV7fvQ/s1600-h/hello.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/S3zmGB_5JKI/AAAAAAAAACk/fXHh9MV7fvQ/s1600/hello.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-1281049577186152239?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/1281049577186152239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/1281049577186152239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/1281049577186152239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello.html' title='HELLO....'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/S3zmGB_5JKI/AAAAAAAAACk/fXHh9MV7fvQ/s72-c/hello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-3585084546324921019</id><published>2010-02-08T22:35:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:49:56.736+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wassup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturbed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><title type='text'>What's up?</title><content type='html'>My headache was worse.....I cursed the saridon tablets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wake up time got shifted from 7 to 9...I barely see morning now. No new dawn's light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I strum guitar now...I feel disturbed...as if every thing in this world is disturbing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of Nirvana more often......specifically how he died!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started to like those effin freakin words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music doesn't feel the same...OMG my music...my life...how lame! They are just empty words...they can't change reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel less interested in anything that's below a million bucks.....same goes for everything over a million bucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My unlimited sms just goes to waste....I hardly do 10 texts per day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started to shout at my mom....just couldn't control today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was the chilly winter again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't care less about people.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not thinking... I can't even if I try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I donno if the people I'm with are my friends or not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have high fever, my eyes try to shut down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got no physical problems....except I got a cut while shaving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not too eager to see tomorrow's sunlight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish Today will come one more time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I DON'T WANT TO STUDY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some bloody a** is disturbing me with msgs.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WHAT HAS HAPPENED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-3585084546324921019?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/3585084546324921019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/02/whats-up.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/3585084546324921019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/3585084546324921019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/02/whats-up.html' title='What&apos;s up?'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-5202667133088458926</id><published>2010-02-08T16:38:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-08T17:05:15.262+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The frozen silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of a lazy yellow afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slowly Steadily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fading into darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Runs shivers through this skin....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The wind wises me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asks me to surrender to them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eyes closed for a feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of being closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To the never found peace....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I find myself uncomplicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Far from everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That could possibly hurt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I surrender myself to the cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Till your warmth guides me home....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to someone I've yet to meet....and if I loose words the day I meet you...you might try reading this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-5202667133088458926?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/5202667133088458926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/02/afternoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/5202667133088458926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/5202667133088458926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/02/afternoon.html' title='Afternoon'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-3192369665760306990</id><published>2010-02-05T20:24:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:04:37.177+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I Lived</title><content type='html'>Since its farewell for my 12th std. and all the friends I made there, here's some total recall of things that have build(or ruined) my life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two long years have been very small for me. But these two years have gave me lessons which I will possess till eternity! Some valuable ones, if I haven't learned now I would not have learned ever! Seriously speaking these years were both the best and the worst years of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I did not know anyone in the new school I learned to make friends! No, I always did but the art was a little bit rusty due to making no new friends for past 10 years or so! All of them were not how I thought they were they turned out to be different! On the good list I found some handful of friends,whom I can really call friends. All of the others didn't matter to me, I was and am locked in my protective circle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned to fall in love, in spite of getting dumped two times before I didn't gave up hope and that lead me to another heartbreak, but this time a silent one, more powerful one. The kind that makes you seem helpless, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Metallica &lt;/span&gt;came in. They taught me a new chapter in music. Another way of feeling painful yet living this life for hope or for no other reason rather than just living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I learned to fall out of love! As I mentioned I had been dumped twice before, and thrice if you count this time too but always held on to what was left of the previous girl till I found a new hormonal excitement that occupied my mind. But this time it was different, I silently died, and was born again. This time there was no new girl. I had chosen not to loose my head for the hormones. It was hard but me and my friends managed to pull it off. Quite well too, except I'm still trying to get over! Humppppphhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Metallica and friends and a broken heart is a lethal combo. Then came a chapter I'm not so proud of. I learned to be an addict. Be it music or smoke believe me I did it all. If there was a God he was all along trying to kill me slow......but me with these steps thought I'd outrun him by dying faster than what he had in mind. I had nothing else to do, no studies and scores were always secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the boards were looking far off I met my old classmates from my old school. I was so amazed by the simple lives they were living. Simple happiness and smiles all over their faces recovered me. They gave me the will power to overcome addiction. They gave me interest in studies again. I recovered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm the same old me again. Just with an unbearable pain waiting to be lifted off by someone I'm yet to meet! And emotional attyachaar became my favorite song...well one of the favs! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He he , now I'm me again thanks to all my friends. Rit , Aranya , Arnab , Sorkhel (hope you don't see this, and thanks for pointing out that I was dumbo)....and all of my B.R.K.M.A.H.S friends Pritam ,Rahul , Arijit , Satrajit , Sayan and everyone else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You people ROCK! \m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-3192369665760306990?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/3192369665760306990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-lived.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/3192369665760306990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/3192369665760306990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-lived.html' title='I Lived'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-7579231866421657027</id><published>2010-02-03T23:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-03T23:14:50.419+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Blog I Found Today</title><content type='html'>Yes I thought it existed in technicolor. In those big white screens. In reality it is so different! In reality it is so real! I never could have imagined love. I remember my old days, the days I used to dream about being loved and loving too! I just found out something even more strong,even more closer to the definition of my kinda love! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her blog I relived my memories, in her blog I found out how my future will be, and her writing inspired me not to adjust.....at least not with love. I saw what I shouldn't do! I shouldn't give in and I shouldn't let everyone come close....not anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I commented on one of her posts...she Inspired me! I don't know her, I never did! Just wish that she'd love this way all through her life! Best of luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And If you like to read ...here's &lt;a href="http://chocomallow.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Blog I Found Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-7579231866421657027?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/7579231866421657027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-i-found-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/7579231866421657027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/7579231866421657027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-i-found-today.html' title='The Blog I Found Today'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-4513339972129917609</id><published>2010-01-30T21:29:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-18T12:39:01.125+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='student'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suicides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>E-D-U-C-A-T-I-O-N</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/S2kIU-QsAJI/AAAAAAAAABk/KRgFdbYOGPE/s1600-h/ttp.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433883581802610834" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/S2kIU-QsAJI/AAAAAAAAABk/KRgFdbYOGPE/s320/ttp.jpg" style="float: left; height: 54px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 175px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks BLOGADDA for your amazing support to this new blog! This post has been selected for Tangy Tuesday Picks by Blogadda! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are studies? Reading and knowing about the subject you like! Isn't it supposed to be like that? Well it isn't here in India, at least in West Bengal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? I am a science student in 12th standard with a PCM background! Now I love doing Math! Some of you may find this weird but I'm not joking around here. Some of you may know I'm also a mediocre Rhythm Guitarist whose talent got suppressed not for the lack of Talent but due to lack of time what he devoted to studies! Now I am also an intelligent learner, a quite interesting case in this field, I'd like to call myself creative and learn that way too; by making a formula like me, making up my own terms for reminding them! My own rules! This country doesn't encourage it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so good about America or as a matter of fact some other foreign countries that their studies are project based! You have to do a project or something with a lot of details about the subject you are studying. This leads to two things&lt;br /&gt;1. The freedom to make studies your own way, the creativity I was talking about. And&lt;br /&gt;2. More time to have a life other than in the text books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Indian boards do, they introduce us to syllabuses which actually mentally abuses a creative mind! They'll introduce you to formulas which you have to remember to get a sum done, not for applying in real life and information which you will have to be able to give out whenever asked without even knowing why you are doing this? Are we gonna use them when we die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that a poor country like India can not afford such a modern kind of education system with projects and all since all the money is eaten up by fat butt politicians, but they still can introduce some private schools which encourages experimental studies and give away marks on projects. And wish this system of giving marks would have been allowed at boards too! I study at a private school, for which I have to pay 26000 at least a year more or less. I expect my freedom of learning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/S3znW_Ay2CI/AAAAAAAAACo/nPM8WH-pSrM/s1600-h/education.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/S3znW_Ay2CI/AAAAAAAAACo/nPM8WH-pSrM/s320/education.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and those who are thinking of our practical exams, teachers encourage us only to copy the records and the exams lack encouragement, and obviously the scores given away( just 20 out of hundred) is not something a student would work hard for. A student will not want to know what is he doing with all the tools and the wires or colored chemicals when all he gets is 20. More over, many teachers from many schools( and I've heard of everywhere) give away marks like 18, 19 so easily without&lt;br /&gt;bothering that the student only is interested to copy the darn records! That's it! They got 18! What more do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do not encourage creativity, you suck if you can't answer correctly. It doesn't matter if you've raised an arguable point, its clean and simple. That is not what is written in the book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student suicides have risen up a lot in the past six years! read this ---&amp;gt; &lt;a href="http://www.indiatime.com/2008/03/17/the-epidemic-of-student-suicides-in-india/"&gt;SUICIDE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not acted soon they'll grow bigger, unless you are desperate for a decrease in population. Parents too are responsible! Some pretty sincere parents too only listen to the teachers in case of studies! Did you guys check out if your kid lacked inspiration or not? Why the hell he/she is hating the school books?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't change the system alone! If this is what education is I'd rather go with Pink Floyd on this one -" We don't need no Education!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-4513339972129917609?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/4513339972129917609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/e-d-u-c-t-i-o-n.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/4513339972129917609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/4513339972129917609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/e-d-u-c-t-i-o-n.html' title='E-D-U-C-A-T-I-O-N'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/S2kIU-QsAJI/AAAAAAAAABk/KRgFdbYOGPE/s72-c/ttp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-6332997443346827151</id><published>2010-01-29T21:38:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-29T22:15:21.944+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Number 14~ couldn't find a title!</title><content type='html'>I've already posted &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt; entries in this month only! WOW! :P Anyways since 13 is not a very appreciable number I'd make another post! Just cause I want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now I have been having many thoughts about what I will write today in here. But all of them are playing Hide &amp;amp; Seek now with my stupid idiot brain! I can't care less. And the stupid comedy show on the TV is playing sound clips as loud as if the whole city is laughing through the speakers of my TV! Stupid show! Stupid TV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when the downloads get stuck. And stupid download just got stuck again! Arghh.....&lt;br /&gt;Anyways went to book fair this afternoon.....and man did I have fun? The stupid fair got me thinking about some very stupid things! Would you mind if I share them? Whatever! I'm gonna post them anyway if you'd like to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My ex gf told me that my every relation gets messed up cause I'm attached to the past and blah blah blah...... But this fair taught me "No Goddamn it". Its completely wrong! I'm no frustrated piece of shit, I just get the opportunity to see and talk with so many more beautiful girls than any of my ex or present girlfriends could ever be that I could not be satisfied with any of them! When you have so many fishes playing right in front of you, you have to get greedy! Its like shopping...... there's so many awesome bags but you already have one....won't you buy the better one???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's up with girls these days? Do we guys have to do a bollywood dhing chak dance to impress one??? Did they forget all about signs and impressions???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Stupid me, I was laughing so hard one time with a joke that Di cracked and a girl came with "Hi.. Would you like to get a copy of this?" I laughed at her too! The girl must have thought me weirdo! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I finally talked to some stranger beautiful girls! :) I think I'm gaining confidence! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Got an American Library Card issued today! Wonder how many books they have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'd blow up a stall full of study books if I had a BAZOOKA and if Di wasn't there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Saw a book called "The Theory Of Everything" -By Stephen Hawking! Gosh Stephen! We don't want a theory about everything! Haven't you heard of probability? We go against the odds! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Another fact left me awestruck-I was surrounded by people; among them 90% were nerds and I still managed to have a pretty good time! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I thought I saw a Facebook friend there! I guess I might have just thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Is it getting too boring? okay lets wrap it up! Bought some Paulo Coelho books, some Indian Authors, some Bengali stuff and roamed around empty stalls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you notice how many times I said "stupid" in here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-6332997443346827151?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/6332997443346827151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/number-14-couldnt-find-title.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/6332997443346827151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/6332997443346827151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/number-14-couldnt-find-title.html' title='Number 14~ couldn&apos;t find a title!'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-1793011029727125694</id><published>2010-01-29T08:37:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-29T08:52:39.859+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Spectator's view</title><content type='html'>The best view you get is from a spectators eye, when you are not in action! You don't do stuff, you watch! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you played call of duty? Yes, the video game? What is it with you guys that you hate video games soo much! &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you are less interested then I can't explain how good a spectator can be in multiplayer. When other people are killing themselves you log in as a spectator and know the positions of each soldier so you can finish them off while you log in as a soldier! Now how cool is that? Except my friends would beat me up if I did this while we play together! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I experienced two friends fighting over a girl! I was like come on be serious? The girl is probably cheating on you both! Or maybe she does not want any of you! :P (that's the case I'm sure of)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they never listen to you, they carried on leading to a temporary meltdown to their friendship! Dude, when are you gonna learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not being wise but you can't ignore a view from a third person when he's being honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways off to Kolkata Book Fair now! I'm sure I'd get lots of pics from the biggest book fair in Asia! :) And amongst the crowd I am sure to find some more inspiration as I love weird people with weird approaches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out! \_/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-1793011029727125694?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/1793011029727125694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/spectators-view.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/1793011029727125694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/1793011029727125694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/spectators-view.html' title='Spectator&apos;s view'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-5299800299970481118</id><published>2010-01-27T16:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-27T17:00:11.280+05:30</updated><title type='text'>She......(2)</title><content type='html'>Are you sad girl? Or are you confused? Being a pretty girl is never easy, they'd want to cheer you up even if you want to be sad! Am I not right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you look back girl? Do you? You remember what happened? Was he worth your silent tears? Was he deserving? I know that you loved him girl.....but did he? So what's the point crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can not love anyone else! You are shattered and broken, torn into a thousand pieces. Doesn't it feel so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what girl, the world is not as pure by heart as you are! The world cheats. The world betrays, yet they want you to put a smile on for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; break you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;? You think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;? Are you sure? Did you ever ask? I should have asked too, the reason for your absence. I blamed and blamed everyone cause I had no other way to get near you! I didn't break you girl. They did! I had done nothing wrong! I'm just as simple a man you can imagine! I fell into traps that forced you to loose me! But are you gonna find me again after the chaos is all over? Are you gonna find me again girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made terrible mistakes girl. We made terrible mistakes..... And we are no one to forgive ourselves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-5299800299970481118?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/5299800299970481118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/she2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/5299800299970481118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/5299800299970481118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/she2.html' title='She......(2)'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-3770000903394655897</id><published>2010-01-27T12:52:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-27T18:00:48.292+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>She...</title><content type='html'>Did you experience the early morning fog? Isn't it mesmerizing? Like how your world is lighted up but you are warped up in a mist! And did the cold chill run a shiver through your skin? Did you feel yourself only skin deep? That's how much protection you've got. Inside you're vulnerable, and the wind just proved this point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know what I mean you'd know her! She's a mystery warped in nothingness! If you experienced the mist you'd know how confusion messes your head up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I closed my eyes, I'd only watch her. The face changed from time to time. A new face didn't mean anything new. It was always about the comfort that I got from the faces, just seeing them, imagining them to be close! And she lead me into the world of unknown, played with my dreams, I gladly followed. This harsh skin with her soft touch became insanely tolerable, this life became so tolerable just by imagining her. What she did all day was to hypnotize me with her charm, so that I could stay spell bound every time I closed my eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, every time I close my eyes, a white fog covers the vision, or a blinding light? I keep waiting for a spark of her. Tired I loose myself into that nothingness. No its not dark! No its not lightened too! No playing, no soothing touch. Your face appears but the mist never lets you come closer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you there? Are you listening?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-3770000903394655897?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/3770000903394655897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/she.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/3770000903394655897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/3770000903394655897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/she.html' title='She...'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-2885216805677426790</id><published>2010-01-26T20:14:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-26T20:48:24.489+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25 things'/><title type='text'>Topic Starter</title><content type='html'>I am a real jealous person! You can't be more jealous than I am. Oh yeah, I'm mean! Mean....meaner......meanest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no this post is not about me being mean, just added some extra info. Yes, you might expect this kind of b.s through out this post. Or should I just post is as 25 facts you don't or might not know about me?? What the hell let's do that(since I've got nothing better to do)!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate you when you hit on my girl. So what if she's my ex! I'd bury you for that! &gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't get me angry, I'm angrier than I look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I act as a fool in front of you because I don't want to waste my intelligence on some fool like you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I do things for a reason and some of them I don't want to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Babe if you want me to share my personal matters with you first share yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Optimism is in my blood! I'm O positive! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you crying? Aww!! :( .... Now go home, shut the door and cry more! Who cares? It only    makes you stronger! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. See if you are trying to piss me off I'm too old a bird to be caught with chaff. So yeah carry on! Who wouldn't like a little entertainment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Uh uh, sorry girl your flirting skills are not working, if you are feeling cold at the movies, you must have brought a sweater! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Mobile Phones = Wastage of Money = Less money to buy food = Unhealthy Living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I love texting! I hardly call someone from my cell phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Call me psycho. You are just that but without a name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. My maths teacher is getting on my nerves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I'm thinking about punching him in the face next time he tries to tell my mom something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. No mom, I'm not blogging. Just studying computer science. Or sociology ?? O_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. HBO and VH1 rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Someday I'd like to meet a guy who'll tell my future and I'd ask him with a loaded gun..."abey tera future kya hai malum hai???" just like munna bhai!! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I'm all for Shahrukh for KKR and all up for Aamir at the movies and all up for Chetan Bhagat for stories! Hope Mr. Perfectionist wouldn't mind! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Are you bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Why are you yawning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Why do I remember a teacher telling me " Get out if you want to yawn in my class"? And I remember gladly following his orders! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Is this thing too long? Seems so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I should have put less things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Dad should come home any moment now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Blah! At least one thing should be meaningless!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ananya somehow I found 25 somethings too! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do comment and do follow this blog if you didn't. I'm desperate to have more readers! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-2885216805677426790?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/2885216805677426790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/topic-starter.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/2885216805677426790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/2885216805677426790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/topic-starter.html' title='Topic Starter'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-8972295250931286341</id><published>2010-01-25T21:54:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:07:46.216+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reality Check</title><content type='html'>Okay....feels like haven't said anything for months here.....but no it's not that bad. Anyways I'm in so deep mess right now. Nothing is all right! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and most importantly, I broke up, Don't have any Girlfriend! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly am all screwed up in studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies to me was the art of showing people that there's a book in front of me and confusing them to believe yes I am reading that! I always text(a.k.a sms)  people while I "study". Anyways the exams are so near that it is almost killing me! So a reality check is so much IMPORTANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I study?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maths:-&lt;/span&gt; Chal bey! I'd pass anyhow! 30 marks for sure! But hey don't expect too much from me! I'm just a kid who was left without any tools into the jungle of calculus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physics:-&lt;/span&gt; *Nail biting*.....what did u say? Who was Einstein again? Is the spelling correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chemistry:-&lt;/span&gt; Don't ask me about that subject. Didn't you see I already joined a facebook group called "I Hate Chemistry" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo......what did I study again??? O_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-8972295250931286341?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/8972295250931286341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/reality-check.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/8972295250931286341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/8972295250931286341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/reality-check.html' title='Reality Check'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-487348956359772460</id><published>2010-01-22T11:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-22T11:59:53.625+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The scum walks a prior viewer.</title><content type='html'>^^That's what they tell you to do, they tell you to post a random sentence so that u can claim that this is you blog. How stupid can any1 be???? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways lately I've been too busy for blogging, you know...Saraswati puja and stuff......it might be a small reason to celebrate but you know a Bengali will celebrate even if there is no reason at all. :P Stupid people, Stupid me! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo leaving some pics of me and friends.. Do comment :)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not here... Just friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/S1lE20UkmMI/AAAAAAAAABc/e0FB95Y5XfQ/s1600-h/Photo0134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/S1lE20UkmMI/AAAAAAAAABc/e0FB95Y5XfQ/s320/Photo0134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429446534320396482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Saraswati Idol @ our old school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/S1lE2lfD5VI/AAAAAAAAABU/AB6sHx0HkS4/s1600-h/Photo0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/S1lE2lfD5VI/AAAAAAAAABU/AB6sHx0HkS4/s320/Photo0136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429446530337858898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd that gathered at the campus... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/S1lE2QM1adI/AAAAAAAAABM/_NLhja4wylY/s1600-h/Photo0129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/S1lE2QM1adI/AAAAAAAAABM/_NLhja4wylY/s320/Photo0129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429446524624267730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P Sick guy! .. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/S1lE2CgZs2I/AAAAAAAAABE/2xYVE-Ql9bs/s1600-h/Photo0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/S1lE2CgZs2I/AAAAAAAAABE/2xYVE-Ql9bs/s320/Photo0130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429446520948241250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't keep your mouth wide open in front of the camera! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/S1lE1wAVMbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SahmSoEiazo/s1600-h/Photo0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/S1lE1wAVMbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SahmSoEiazo/s320/Photo0128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429446515981889970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth dude! He's eating something! :P :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-487348956359772460?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/487348956359772460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/scum-walks-prior-viewer.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/487348956359772460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/487348956359772460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/scum-walks-prior-viewer.html' title='The scum walks a prior viewer.'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IQq0mR8pBtM/S1lE20UkmMI/AAAAAAAAABc/e0FB95Y5XfQ/s72-c/Photo0134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-5468721323280307020</id><published>2010-01-16T14:47:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-16T15:22:58.358+05:30</updated><title type='text'>10 ways To End Up In Jail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakin' rocks in the hot sun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought the law and the law won &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought the law and the law won &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed the money 'cause I had none &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought the law and the law won &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought the law and the law won &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Green Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear this song by Green Day? How cool they seem about getting arrested! This is about that but just the funny side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I had nothing good to do this noon I am posting something me and my Di have always thought about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never too good at studies, not because I don't have the brains, just because I don't like the idea of being imprisoned by books for hours and hours! I don't have any special talents too except playing guitar which my family does consider to be one of the worst things I can do a living with! They expect me to play it in a metro station! I'd only reach there! ( See how High Expectations!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways Di was always curious How I'd end up in life, and the absolute practical solution is to end up in jail cause there I'd get food for free, and if I am arrested before I'm 18 they may spare me the punishment of labour! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some Ways Di figured out :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If I steal Someone Else's very costly guitar that is worth thousands of dollars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hacking is also an option for me( even though I'd have to learn how to do it first)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Di Says even If I don't kill someone I'd just end up in jail for threatening people! ( I always Say "I'll kill you!" to Di.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  If Di doesn't marry soon enough who knows I might KILL her someday! :) *evil wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If I kill someone Indirectly; Di has a very good way to punish me! She'd suggest the judges to throw a rope around my neck while I'm running and then pull me across a high tree or rod or anything! Cowboy Style! That way they'd have hanged me indirectly! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Di would always write my name on her suicide note! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Hellooo Guitar= Sound Pollution = Complaints filed by neighbors = Jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If Govt. decides to make stupidity a criminal offense! I'm safe till they replace all the ministers! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Complaints filed by my previous girlfriends about fraud etc. etc. though my di only thinks that way!!! :P Oh and if someday I make a policeman's girl my girl friend! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Last but not the least and most Importantly If I am arrested for any of the above stated reason and a cop comes and tries to capture me I'd rather give him a tight punch right at his face!!  *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dhishummm&lt;/span&gt;* At least I'd know they are not taking me in for just one reason! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: All of this is just intended to be humor, I'd in no way hurt Di and she would not even dare to do that!!! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-5468721323280307020?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/5468721323280307020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/10-ways-to-end-up-in-jail.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/5468721323280307020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/5468721323280307020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/10-ways-to-end-up-in-jail.html' title='10 ways To End Up In Jail'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-3951424270801894710</id><published>2010-01-13T22:09:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:40:42.326+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Said And Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life, it seems, will fade away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Drifting further every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Getting lost within myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nothing matters, no one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I have lost the will to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Simply nothing more to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There is nothing more for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Need the end to set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Things not what they used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Missing one inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Deathly lost, this can't be real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Can't stand this hell I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Emptiness is filling me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To the point of agony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Growing darkness taking dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I was me, but now he's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No one but me can save myself, but it's too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now I can't think, think why I should even try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yesterday seems as though it never existed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Death greets me warm, now I will just say goodbye, *Goodbye*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                   - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fade To Black&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;METALLICA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you don't want to wake up to see tomorrow? And you don't want to suicide either. I just wish I'd sleep tonight and never wake up.  I want to die a silent death. No one feels sorry for me. I'd just disappear slowly, silently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is  like a metal song, has a basic melody but when the distortion comes it slowly disappears and something else comes out from the song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not emo ( u can't label me), I'm more than it. Emos are those kids who play with razorblades and hope a little blood would wash out all the pain. I've watched death up close and personal, I've been high, I've realized what it feels likes to be more than yourself, I've discovered the beast within me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sorry for anything I did! I did what I felt was right! I don't regret doing anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like there's not much left to do in this freaking life! I'm done with it! I mean how can you live for so long when you know that nothing will happen in the next 20 years that has not happened before! Or at least you have experienced before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spare me the torture!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-3951424270801894710?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/3951424270801894710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/said-and-done.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/3951424270801894710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/3951424270801894710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/said-and-done.html' title='Said And Done'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-3775901714193990862</id><published>2010-01-12T22:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-12T23:04:01.114+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Flames Fire And A Long Walk</title><content type='html'>My school is far away from home though on a normal day it takes only 45 minutes to 1 hour to come back home. But today was different,very different from the others! Let me share that experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I was fooling around with my friends at the road outside of my school I noticed no buses were coming. I usually don't go by the school bus! (consider myself too old for that) So today as I left the campus I was hardly going somewhere as there were no buses to be seen! I walked may be 1 km or whatever to a popular intersection from my school. Even the autos were not moving due to an ongoing strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally caught a bus whose wheels were moving I could reach someplace near the usual  train station I catch my train from there was another block at the roads Didi called up and told that there was fire at a slum near the station and the fire even came into the no 4 platform.The people in the slums were helpless. No body has seen this much fire in ages! All the birds that flew around burnt to death! All the buses and trains immediately stopped moving immediately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me being at least 50 km away from home all tired and hungry from a day of jumping like lunatics in school stood waiting! My stomach pained! My head asked me "DID YOU REALLY HAD TO COME TO SCHOOL????".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then I saw a girl, beautiful as hell riding to a bus that goes towards airport.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,  I can reach home from the airport and the place is closer from my home but if stranded again I didn't know what I was gonna do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now perhaps I didn't think this much, perhaps I did,but anyways I took the chance and followed the girl! :P Typical me! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached Airport my assumptions came true as the road was blocked there also! I had to walk! DO NOT CONSIDER this as a piece of cake! I walked at least 15 Km to come back home that took me a time of 3.30 hours and gave me the most horrible back home journey of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I had to go to tutions! Snored and dozed it off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-3775901714193990862?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/3775901714193990862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/flames-fire-and-long-walk.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/3775901714193990862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/3775901714193990862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/flames-fire-and-long-walk.html' title='Flames Fire And A Long Walk'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-7690535352370199246</id><published>2010-01-10T12:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:36:18.445+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Not so far from today Yesterday I posted about all that I learned about love! Well as they say, Yesterday was so far away! I never realized that it would be this far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random mood swings have always been a specialty of my goofy nature! And Now adding to the goofiness I feel insecure again! If I choose a separate path now I'll choose that cause I wanted to be, nobody can force me towards anything! Some people, and I mean well known faces has been trying hard to end up our relationship as a total failure leaving me portrait-ed as a complete fool who made all the wrong choices!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I find a new way of living life, it simply means that I'm hell bored of living the same way I did before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized how special I could have been if there was someone who could touch the deepest of my heart! People nowadays can't even reach to the outer level! So how can I give love when no one wants it? Is this so out of fashion now? Loving? Believing blindly? Depending on someone for some reasons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone cause if I catch a glimpse of her eyes I could pass the extreme sufferings! Her looks are like drugs to me, gets me high, comfortably numb! Her words moved me! Her actions irritated me and took away the sleep of countless nights! I need her cause I can't get over her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! Why the hell do you need me for Girl? If everything you could do on your own, perhaps live a life also!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-7690535352370199246?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/7690535352370199246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/yesterday.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/7690535352370199246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/7690535352370199246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-1941609213246428545</id><published>2010-01-08T22:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:53:17.468+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Sunshine</title><content type='html'>In this world of everyone wanting to be a superhero my wonder woman just saved my life from crashing down. Just saved my ass again. She sees no problems with her carefree eyes, no worries. She knows I would do well. The world doesn't matter for her except for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would accept me anyway no matter how much deep mess I'm in with her! Last time we broke up, and made up again. And the pressure on these shoulders were so much that I was in the verge of breaking down again and just was gonna do the same foolish thing again! That's where she came, she saw, and she conquered my heart! She gave me love! The love I pretty much needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd cherish this day as long as I live! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She might not see this as she is not so much of a blogging person! But if she sees she'd know that if this IDIOT does these kinda mistakes again, this is all that he really meant, he just wants to be rescued by your love again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU SO MUCH U CAN'T EVEN COUNT&lt;br /&gt;HOW MANY SUPERB MOMENTS I FOUND&lt;br /&gt;AND LAUGHED OUT&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I SAW YOU EYES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-1941609213246428545?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/1941609213246428545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-sunshine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/1941609213246428545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/1941609213246428545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-sunshine.html' title='My Sunshine'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-6064120046173481965</id><published>2010-01-08T09:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-08T10:07:37.484+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Song-a-holic</title><content type='html'>Last night after all the blogging was done I decided to listen to some songs and chat with a friend. Since I've got unlimited texts free from Vodafone, India I can send texts now without worrying about balance!  Damn telecommunication is becoming cheaper these days! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As midnight turned into 2.00 a.m in the morning the only two songs I listened to were "Who Says" by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Mayer&lt;/span&gt; and My Immortal by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evanescence &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the simplicity in John Mayer's  songs! Never too hard to understand. Easy flow! I feel moving my body around as the simple beat goes and comes! Ah so soothing! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why I love this song my immortal! Yes I had my heart broken too many times, but I like to forget the past and if possible party all the time that is spare. But this song I tell you, it grabs my leg and pulls me onto those past days! So much depth in words I have never imagined. Every song should be like this! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what when I wake up in the morning I find my music player is still playing the John Mayer song. Damn I forgot to switch it off and the whole night the headphones were on and I never knew when I fell asleep! :) That is the beauty of falling asleep, u can do it anywhere, anyhow, unknowingly and it leaves u a fresh start to deal with and sometimes fresh troubles too! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good morning everyone! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-6064120046173481965?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/6064120046173481965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/confessions-of-song-holic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/6064120046173481965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/6064120046173481965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/confessions-of-song-holic.html' title='Confessions of a Song-a-holic'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2905453004904759088.post-9204582092433160514</id><published>2010-01-07T23:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-08T00:10:32.744+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams That Build a Life</title><content type='html'>Well this is all about me! Just a guy from a corner of the world! My corner, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my version of life&lt;/span&gt;. There's a lot to say about my life. Hope you find those interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wonder what was God's intention that he sent me to a middle class family and even if he/she did why did he/she gave me the dreams of being an elegant person. A person of classic tastes! And with a touch of new age to that! Not that I hate my mom and dad, I love them more than anything but not more than my elder sister, I just wish&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; to dream the same way my other so called friends around me dream to live a life like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All they want is a suitable (if not a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;high pay&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;job that leaves them with loads of cash to spend around their wives and children and get a king size tummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I think when they die! All they would get is a funeral speech! And some flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But see I want to leave a mark! I don't know how, not even if I can! But I want to! I somehow feel I am here to do something significant, something outrageous that no one has done before! Ah well that's my thought... and the worst part is I'm still a middle class kid who is awake at 12 o clock at night writing this blog while his father is asking him to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2905453004904759088-9204582092433160514?l=for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/9204582092433160514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreams-that-build-life.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/9204582092433160514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2905453004904759088/posts/default/9204582092433160514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://for-thy-pleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreams-that-build-life.html' title='Dreams That Build a Life'/><author><name>The Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04217210171694257912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PRj5R26SVbo/Th8t3LGwY7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q6Gzi6KY3AY/s220/dp2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
