<?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-19234742</id><updated>2012-01-07T03:52:50.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eye that never skips a thing</title><subtitle type='html'>Thankyou for visiting my blog.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-3397763529956110646</id><published>2012-01-07T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T03:52:18.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S2 vs the iPhone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I think, this one is long due....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month ago I was stuck with a choice, something that a few years ago I would make in a jiffy. I needed to change my cellphone, I was previously using an iPhone and I needed to change it because as we know most apple handheld devices do not work more than 1 year if used extensively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I faced a choice which way to go? I had a few options iPhone 4S, Samsung Galaxy S2/Note,&amp;nbsp; Blackberry Torch, Bold 4, and some HTC ones. I really did not consider the BB and the HTC well since they are HTC and shitberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a dilemma, at once ... the Samsung S2 was a great choice, better processor than the iPhone, a sort of free OS and way way way cheaper than the 4S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, I made my choice and got an Samsung Galaxy S2. After using it for over a month, here goes the much awaited review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Looks:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to speak the iPhone 4S looks almost the same as the iPhone 4 except a few minor changes on the antenna locations it looks identical, which to me is pretty bad, but looking at the history with apple they do tend to do that. While the looks on the iPhone 4S are good, the S2 steals the show with its bright and big display. S2 feels much slimmer and lighter on the hand, the iPhone feels heavier when you put a simple silicone cover on it, while the S2 feels just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The OS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the iPhone uses the much acclaimed iOS 5 and with the addition of Siri which annoyingly only responds if you can and will put on an accent, the Samsung uses the android. The iPhone OS is simply unmatchable for the ease of use. When it says plug and play it actually means plug and play with something else other than your computer and your phone because the OS will take care of everything for you, while the andriod can do that but when it says plus and play, it means plug me play with your computer with what you want inside me and out of me and manage all that and click on sync and then play... so one extra step here for the andriod, but it gives you a lot more freedom such as the bluetooth exchange, loading of third party apps, watch .avi files and etc. Basiclly things you cannot do on your iphone.&amp;nbsp; So if you dont get bored of converting videos in iPhone friendly format, you are all set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more important part is the keypad... one thing for sure, the Samsung Swype is simple unbeatable absolutely loved it, the iPhone keypad being good as it is cannot beat the comfort of the swype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battery Life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word for both, CRAP....either wont last as long as you want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final choice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it comes down to what you want, both phones are excellent in where they stand, I think you just have to make up you mind on what you want....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the S2, simply because i wanted something new. &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;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&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/19234742-3397763529956110646?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/3397763529956110646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=3397763529956110646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/3397763529956110646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/3397763529956110646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2012/01/s2-vs-iphone.html' title='S2 vs the iPhone'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-3654654656646412179</id><published>2011-04-28T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T04:58:22.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should we Indian Civilaians follow the rules ?</title><content type='html'>It's funny when I think of it, because one side of me wants to follow rules and live like a respectful Indian Citizen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly my day to day activities negate that fact, I break the rule first thing in the morning...I take my car in a "No Entry" and drive it way past the supposed Speed Limit, which is my second side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I follow the rules?, I argued with a cop once for not wearing a helmet, he yelled back "Chal mereko le ke chal thana", he's a freaking public servant he should be peeing in his pants if he got caught doing the wrong thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my current topic, why should I even think of following the rules ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was brought up saying, Do as the teacher tells you to do ? ... I do heavily blame the Indian Education System for blocking a child's thinking but that is a different topic all together. But, yes I was brought up with this saying, now if the law maker and law enforcer does not follow the rules Why should we?, If the cop decides not to wear a Helmet, if corrupt politicians can walk freely on the road waving their Hungry Hands to the poor people, if the Traffic Cop decides to freely take bribes...Why should we follow rules and also pay the fine/bribe ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until and unless the person on the hot seat decides to take actions, nothing can/will be done with this country, Anna Hazare (RESPECT) will not last forever but the bastards who run the country will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult to enter politics if you want to make a change, because they just would not let you in or let you live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who is going to make the change ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-3654654656646412179?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/3654654656646412179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=3654654656646412179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/3654654656646412179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/3654654656646412179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2011/04/should-we-indian-civilaians-follow.html' title='Should we Indian Civilaians follow the rules ?'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-806946726110883666</id><published>2010-07-21T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T02:50:01.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simple way to lessen Poverty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;More than 80% of the population of India lives below the poverty line, they even struggle to get food for themselves let alone their family. We as Indians can help this task ever wonder how? No, it does not mean donating to the nearest charity Organisation that one can find on google search. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We can start helping by donating money that Indian and a few European countries decide to spend on their sons and daughters wedding. Don't we think that we can do great by simply donating the enormous amount of money one is happily spending on people to have a feast of a wedding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Lets consider the cost of marriage in India (I'm only considering the weddings of the so called Upper Middle Class and Upper Class in the Indian society), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Plot Rental: - Varies from 150,000 to 1,000,000 (depending on the no. of days the plot is required) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Accommodation (For people who are coming for out of town) :- Varies from 10,000 to 100,000 (depending on the number of people and also the location of the ceremony) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Clothes:- Oh What are we even talking about we all know the bride can go absolutely nuts on the dress and the costs can go very well in 7 figures. for the propose of calculation lets count it as:- 10,000 to 150,000 or more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Food:- Again this can vary from the amount of food required and also the amount of people that would be dining (Rs. 50 per plate to around about 350 per plate) on an average if we count the close Indian family ties we are likely to have at least 150 people present in the ceremony &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Lets do a tally of the costs (minimum):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;150,000 (Land) + 10,000 (Accommodation) + 10,000 (Clothes) + 7,500 (Food) = 177,500 Rs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This again is the least cost of weddings in India, I've heard stories for which the costs can go to 1 Million Rs. to 10 Million Rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If we say the poverty line in India can be totalled at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;538.60 Rs a month to simple survive per person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The marraige could have provided for at least 329 months worth of food for a person to live in the present situation. 329 Months that's around about 27 years of someones life, one couple can give by deciding to get married in a simple fashion, court marriage small party at his house gathering his closest friends and well wishers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I am sure there would be a lot many people who would happy received a simple meal that night rather than a lavish fire cracker show for the rich man son's wedding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Next time you call up your wedding planner, think about what I just managed to write. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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/19234742-806946726110883666?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/806946726110883666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=806946726110883666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/806946726110883666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/806946726110883666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2010/07/simple-way-to-lessen-poverty.html' title='The Simple way to lessen Poverty'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-6865713954939165107</id><published>2010-05-08T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T10:10:05.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we guys the weakest link ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Frankly, I think it's one of the most over rated relationships (GF - BF)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; I mean why should  a guy listen to the girl, just to get her smile ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Suddenly out of no-where the girl becomes a top priority for the guy's life. He starts skipping work, starts going against everyone because "she" said so, he starts caring about her more than he cares about himself, starts forgetting his friends, starts forgetting who he actually is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There should be guidelines if you ask me, on such kind of relationships, where the guy should be kicked in his ball sack where he decides to act desparate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'll state an example, to give you guys a better outlook towards this (this is true)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Scene: He's out with his friends, drinking) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Guy: {Talking to his friends} ... Phone Rings. (It's his girl friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Guy moves away from his friends (First sign of being a freaking coward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Girl: What you doing ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Guy: Umm... Nothing just out with a few friends nothing important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Girl: Aha, Ok... I just called to see if your free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Guy: Yeah Im kinda getting bored anyways (He is having a fucking ball of a time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Girl: Ohh ok, I think you should carry on, I just called to ask if your free we could go out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Guy:Oh Yes Yes ! ... I'm free... (Fucking Desperado)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Girl: Hmmmm...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Guy: So Should I pick you up ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Girl: You sure, don't want to come in between anything (Yeah right, you planted the bloody seed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Guy: No No No ... Not between anything ... Ill pick you up in 20 - 25 (min)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Girl: Sweet, buzz me when you get down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Guy runs down to his friends picks up his jacket and keys leaves his friends who were expecting a lift from back home deserted and says ... Dude .. please understand !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No mate, I don't want to understand... How fucking weak are you, can't even stand up to your own girlfriend and speak back to her with a simple "No, Honey I'm a bit busy with my mates" ..."I'll call you when i'm done" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Please understand ... You imbecile, why should we understand you infantile pillock, we did not ditch you when you were heart broken and crying like a baby when she last one left you, we didn't ditch you when you lost your job, didn't ditch you when you needed us to stand by you... and you expect us to understand... ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Are we guys seriously the weakest link? We can not even stand up and tell a girl "No", for what reasons sexual, intimate company ...? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think we men have in this age become so desperate to get any or as much action as we can get that we have forgotten what it mean to be a man, while its obvious that the females have figured out that we can go to any extent in getting attention from them and they certainly are making good use of the same. We men have forgotten to think with the brain lying above our waistline and not the one below it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;While I completely agree that the guy should respect his stature, and be the person who picks up the cheque while out on a dinner, drink or a vacation. Nothing wrong in that, it's simply coined as chivalry. But to forget your friends and family for anyone, is not a good deed ... or is it in this world now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This article is not written to offend anyone or not even is directed to anyone, it's simply to show we men what we have become. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-6865713954939165107?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/6865713954939165107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=6865713954939165107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/6865713954939165107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/6865713954939165107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2010/05/are-we-guys-weakest-link.html' title='Are we guys the weakest link ?'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-1262062299255370905</id><published>2010-04-21T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T02:12:48.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bal Thackrey Wants IPL Banned = Bal Thackrey has no brains</title><content type='html'>Recent News which I just stumbled across said Bal Thackrey wants IPL banned. I think we mumbaiites need to get rid of this guy, honestly i've simply had enough of this good for nothing, supposedly leader of Mumbai. You should know Bal (I refuse to call you Balasaheb, because you don't deserve the respect) we do not give a shit about you, or even care about you at all. If you die, I am sure you'll make headlines, but I'm sure more than 70% of Indians will be overjoyed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bal Thackrey do you have any idea how much money has that organization given to India as a country, how much international recognition has india got because of the same and you simply coming up with your absolutely ugly face and even more uglier dress was to cancel the premier league, are you out of your minds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tax scrutiny has been a good deed by the Indian government, I don't wish to shut IPL down, I would like the government to clean it up and put it back on track. I am sure the government can do at least this much without delaying matters  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have one simple advice for you, pack your bags and get the fuck out of MY CITY, before one of us mumbaiites gets rid of you. Oh this same goes for your ugly faced nephew and son. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-1262062299255370905?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/1262062299255370905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=1262062299255370905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/1262062299255370905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/1262062299255370905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2010/04/bal-thackrey-wants-ipl-banned-bal.html' title='Bal Thackrey Wants IPL Banned = Bal Thackrey has no brains'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-4824254049772856091</id><published>2007-07-16T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T17:52:45.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New 7 Wonders Public voting is it Justified?</title><content type='html'>Of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Taj&lt;/span&gt; is going to win, when you have 50 % of our population is uneducated and only listen to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;celebrities&lt;/span&gt; and politicians and follow them as gods and goddess, 30 % of the population is too damn patriotic most of them influenced by movies such Rang De &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Basanti&lt;/span&gt; and the two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bhagat&lt;/span&gt; Singh movies that came out, would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;obv&lt;/span&gt;. vote for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Taj&lt;/span&gt; as its some thing from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thier&lt;/span&gt; own country. The rest 10 % are the ones who did not care to vote (I can count on my fingers at least 10 people who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; voted for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Taj&lt;/span&gt;) and the rest 10% of voters are the ones who have seen, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;believed&lt;/span&gt;, loved and just voted once because they think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Taj&lt;/span&gt; deserves a place in the seven &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wonders&lt;/span&gt; of the world and also they are a little bit patriotism in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; bloods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voting is one of the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; events that a person can think of, I'll give you a few reasons why Christ, Great Wall of China and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Taj&lt;/span&gt; had to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ - The most followed religion in the world, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;government&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;brazil&lt;/span&gt; made the voting free of cost and people just went fanatic on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; cell phones voting everyday, every minute and every second so it was bound to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Wall of China - The population of that country is around 1.3 Bill. excluding the ones staying outside the country around the world, they are there in every god damn country you can even think off even if a person just votes once that thing is going to win and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; me are much more patriotic than Indians, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even use something which is not Made in China (excluding the fact that everything is made in china and no where else)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Taj&lt;/span&gt; - Oh! You have celebrities and very corrupt politicians coming towards the end of the voting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;scenario&lt;/span&gt; pleading you to vote, so as i mentioned before 50 % of our population look at them and voted from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; phones, and computers. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; you even think that most of our population lives in some villages where there is no TV, cell phone, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;landlines&lt;/span&gt; and a computer, seriously if you are thinking even on the lines of that 'Get your self a guide and see the villages in India they might just have something which you in the city yourself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;, for example "BRAINS"). Then the rest 30 % who are influenced by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;RDB&lt;/span&gt; and other patriotic voted like a fanatic for around 4 to 6 times contributing to the victory, next comes the 10% who voted for it because they have seen, liked, loved the huge structure and are also a little bit patriotic voted marking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; love and passion for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, does this make it justified how can any structure be the best 7 there is nothing like the best 7 in this world you simply cannot just have the best 7 out of so many wonderful structures around the world by public voting. If you genuinely want to have the best 7 go get your ass out and fetch a panel of judges who are not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;biased&lt;/span&gt; towards anything, who have excelled in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;thier&lt;/span&gt; respective fields such as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;architecture&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;archeology&lt;/span&gt;, history and various other subjects related to the field and get them to learn about the structures, the controversies around the place and let them  give &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;thier&lt;/span&gt; vote on it. They are not politicians that can be voted by a common population they are structures and they need to be evaluated in every term for them to be counted as the best in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen that gift from France to the United States, Yes the one which is shown in every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;bollywood&lt;/span&gt; movie which is shot in NY, the one which stands in the middle of nowhere holding the golden torch as if running for the elections. It is a wonderful structure no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;doubt&lt;/span&gt; but it has nothing that it should be included in the wonders of the world even as a nominee, and also the funny looking thing which is on the other side of the world and is shown in every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;bollywood&lt;/span&gt; movie shot in Sydney, yeah yeah the one with the funny design. Yes, what on earth is that thing doing as a nominee cant they find something better !!! to be included. Just for the sake of having something from down under you include that. Even the long tower from Paris, yeah the one which has nothing to good about it except its got a freaking expensive restaurant in the middle and myths of people proposing in the top (guys if you get rejected and pushed away you'll die) it makes no sense to me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I voted for the ones which I felt were the better ones, of course I did for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Taj&lt;/span&gt; too, I've seen it its one of the most beautiful things built by man (who ever he/she is!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-4824254049772856091?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/4824254049772856091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=4824254049772856091' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/4824254049772856091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/4824254049772856091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-7-wonders-public-voting-is-it.html' title='New 7 Wonders Public voting is it Justified?'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-9141218222055280051</id><published>2007-03-03T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T04:44:00.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stealing Music</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes we all know ... It's not good to steal .... yes exactly.. but you and I both knoe that music is something which you would not spend half of your fortune on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Average person who listens to music reguarly would be having at least 10 to 13 GB of music in his harddisk.. now do you expect to own all tht music ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see how much money will it cost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cheapest place to buy music would be yahoo or some one like the Itunes store.. who sell music for around... 0.99 cents..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Gb = 10,000 MB calculating every song at around 4 MB .. would come up to 2500 ... would easily cost tht person around 2250 $ to own music.. and mind tht .. all the music is never available in Itunes a few old songs are not possible to find for legal purchase.. songs like from the 20's and 30's are not possible to find.. even when willing to pay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways coming back to the cost.. 2200 $ on music.. anyways your bloody Ipod cost you .. 300 $ your not crazy to pay 8 times the amount for music.. bull shit.. !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand why dont they put the music for free.. take.. when they finished with thier major selling targets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you knoe if Jackson or Spears come up with a song they can keep it for sale for the first few months and thn keep it for free to take of from the website.. people who are going to buy it are anyways going to buy it of the first week itself.. or may be the first month .. but after that you can just put it for freee from a wensite or anything like tht..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really an easier way to stop stealing music.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no way a guy can spend 2200 for just his music... its too much .. 99 cents a sound track sounds cool but doesnt.. sound cool when it ads up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-9141218222055280051?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/9141218222055280051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=9141218222055280051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/9141218222055280051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/9141218222055280051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2007/03/stealing-music.html' title='Stealing Music'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-116295269548499633</id><published>2006-11-07T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T18:35:56.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Express Yourself !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ever Wondered where you could just be yourself, &lt;br /&gt;Ever thought of just a place where you could just dance, sing, laugh, do the wierdest abnormal behaviour you would ever do in your whole life, you ever been to a place like that...Hope you should have figured out where my point is leading to, &lt;br /&gt;I am talking about The Bathroom, isn't it a plce where no one the hell can see you not even the most highly secured place on this living earth has a camera in it. So there is no one that can se you in a bathrrom. No matter where you are you are, what you are doing no matter how much ever you change you are still yourself in the loo, even if you are in the most highly sophisticated bathrobe you can ever purchase you are still going to be in the same attitude as you are yourself from inside in the bathroom . when you look in the mirror which is placed in the loo which no matter how crampeed it is you still find it very very comfortable. In the mirror you have in your bahroom you look at your self and just in one flash you have your whole day in front of you.. Its like you are thinking about wht you are and wht you are going to do and what you have done in your life ... you feel just so excited in it.. no matter wht you are you still look in tht mirror and just think about wht actions you have taken in your day! I am tellin you most of the apologies come in your mind when you wash your face and you look in the mirrior with your face wet and water dripping from the tip of your face and your face and you can hear yourself breath. At tht point of time .. you can come to decision which you make as yourself and not in some one else... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you go to the loo just look at your behaviour in the loo and you will come to knoe .. wht i mean ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-116295269548499633?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/116295269548499633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=116295269548499633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/116295269548499633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/116295269548499633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/11/express-yourself.html' title='Express Yourself !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-116295265814966239</id><published>2006-11-07T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T18:24:18.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Many things to blog about!</title><content type='html'>So many ideas, &lt;br /&gt;So much stuff, &lt;br /&gt;So many topics, &lt;br /&gt;Sp many icidents,&lt;br /&gt;but no time .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got so many things to blog about .. dont knoe where to start man ... &lt;br /&gt;lets see... where do i land up..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-116295265814966239?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/116295265814966239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=116295265814966239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/116295265814966239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/116295265814966239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-many-things-to-blog-about.html' title='So Many things to blog about!'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-116038718404021730</id><published>2006-10-09T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T02:46:24.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is the library?</title><content type='html'>why have been libraries built? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The defination according to a online search is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In its traditional sense, a library is a collection of books and periodicals. It can refer to an individual's private collection, but more often, it is a large collection that is funded and maintained by a city or institution. This collection is often used by people who choose not to, or can not afford to purchase an extensive collection themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the defination i can see in front of my eyes.. is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a library is a place where couples can meet a cuddle in all the different aisle you can think of.. imagine my condition .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple od desi guys tytring to flirt bug time with a few desi chicks .... ..kissies flying in the air.. like a mad person .. why the hell do they have to do it in front of 100 other people cant they find a great decent room to do it... man this is bad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 ppl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 couple &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest flirting thier life away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-116038718404021730?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/116038718404021730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=116038718404021730' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/116038718404021730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/116038718404021730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-is-library.html' title='Why is the library?'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-116009384752908996</id><published>2006-10-05T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T17:17:27.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salla Mind fucked</title><content type='html'>I have been mind fucked ,.. i feel it is my birthday haha... you know it feels great my birthday is like ages far away man but i fucking feel it is my birthday .. got no fucking idea i woke up today feeling it my birthday today and we all celebrated christmas togather i can fucking beleive it.. and i celebrated with all my friends man .. fuck i cant beleive it ... what the hell was tht .. i still fucking feel tht it is my birthday to day ... what can i do .. cant fuckin understand what to do .. i still think it is my birthday today ... dont know i think will go to uni and then realize that what should i do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-116009384752908996?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/116009384752908996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=116009384752908996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/116009384752908996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/116009384752908996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/10/salla-mind-fucked.html' title='Salla Mind fucked'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-115986484287179116</id><published>2006-10-03T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T22:56:13.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>need Some spice</title><content type='html'>Yup, i need some real good spice  in my life.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no fucking idea what to do... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man i have a few bucks to spend and i have no fuckign idea what should i buy and have no ide on what shoudl i spend. On one side of my hear t i can see that it is easily saying that i should save this hard earned money and not buy anything unitl and unless the need arises. Which is something i would not like to have obiviously. But you can not say that man i have earned this money to spend it and nothing else. I want to buy something like something which can help me in my day to day life, But you see i cant just figure out what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a list of things of what i want to buy.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes i can share that with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Laptop --  A apple mac book pro. (Have to save a bit more for tht)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 PDA  -- I can afford anything till the price of thousand dollars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 keyboard -- Logitech Laser M5000 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Ipod 80 GB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Monitor -- Anything bigger than the 15inch i have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Car -- Have to save a lot for tht i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I cant figure out what i should buy man i cant just think of anything that can be good for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, one thing which any person who has passed this stage successfully will tell me save this and wait for a couple of months. You willsee the differenc in you. When you see like more than a grand in your back account you will understand the difference in everything. I just cant figure out what to buy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah when I come back here after the trip to india I am going to shift houses and also there i ahve to buy something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i will save this money and thn buy something like a NEW TV and a good set of speakers... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH ME GOING INDIA ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-115986484287179116?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/115986484287179116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=115986484287179116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/115986484287179116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/115986484287179116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/10/need-some-spice.html' title='need Some spice'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-115729608602575030</id><published>2006-09-03T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T08:08:39.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good People still prevail .......</title><content type='html'>Hey, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a real long time isnt it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i knoe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to the guy i met at the train station today at 11 : 58 .. Yes i knoe it is going to impossible for him to read this but still i want to share the story with all you who are reading it ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at the train station  when there was this young bloke got out of the train with me and we walked togather to the exit .. and there he saw a guy buying a ticket and he walked up to him and said Sir please dont waste your money buying a ticket ... please use mine .... as i have a ticket which i shall never use again .. but you can use it ... so please save your money in buying one.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he gave the ticket to some one .. and walked away .. and all i wanted to do at tht time is smile and nothing else  .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought good things and people in this life still prevail ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i honestly hope he reads this .. and knoes he is remembered by one of the guys at the train station ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train station was Flinders Street ... Melbourne ..... and the time 11 50 to 12 00 in the night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niket&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-115729608602575030?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/115729608602575030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=115729608602575030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/115729608602575030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/115729608602575030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/09/good-people-still-prevail.html' title='Good People still prevail .......'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-115496932277966544</id><published>2006-08-07T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T16:17:38.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape From Reality</title><content type='html'>Yes one thing which any one in this world would like to do but not many are fortunate to have that kind of a feeling in them it is known as "Escape from Reality" A place where you dont care of what is going around in this busy world, you dont think about your friends and what they would be doing at that very point of time, you dont think of what the world has to think about you, you dont think about what will happen when you wake up tomorrow and you go to your college/school/work or where ever, you dont think about the girl you currently having a crush on. All you are thinking is about the road no mirroirs around, not even a soul is visible to you and not even a bird eyeing you from up in the sky but its just you and your road. The feeling you have when you are all alone on the road and you can just see the street lights and a far away cars tail light and there you are in your car speeding through the traffic though there is none and all the traffic lights seem to have dissappeared suddendly all you see is blurred lightning and a very sharp front. When you had a fight from your closed ones, when you had nothing to do, when you felt like running away from the world and go of to Mars for a long vacations, when you wanted to crash every window pane in the locality there would have nothing from this you could actually do but you can always turn the ignition on hit the road. You could possibly do everything when you are all alone in your car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when you were a kid and your father never even allowed you to drive the machine you always used to dream about sitting at the same seat he is sitting right now and drive on the same road he is driving currently but now the time had come you were sitting in the same seat and driving the same road. The feeling is just so  amazing that you cant think about anything else except the road and your car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens to me when i am sitting in the front seat of my room mates car and he is driving his sheer pleasure in his car and i am next to him just thinking about only one thing when will I get to drive on the same road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home in India though the car was a prt of my life from the day I was born i didnt get much behind the wheels as i wanted to but whenever I did the feeling that was given to me by that car can not be matched. It was a feeling of "Escape from Reality"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cannot be achived by any other event not even topping your class ( nothing big in it) not even bunjee jumping (blah blah) not even going for a date with the most beautiful women in your country (who the hell cares) not even the Prime Minister saying a few good words to you (Like I and the PM care) not even the feeling of landing in Melbourne for the first time could give me that feeling (My popcorns were confisticated by the Immigration Department) But as i said the feeling can not be matched the only reason being is that all of them happened in reality but the car for me and for many young guys and gals like me it is the Ultimate Escape House for me known as the "Escape from Reality" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss it in Melbourne, thought about buying a car but then again cost of Petrol and Registration Prices and Maintenance charges are so high that it is not possible for me to buy and maintain a car efficiently. I so wish it would have been possible for me to own a car and ride it when I felt that I needed to escape from what is reality for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Escape from Reality" no other thing can match it or let me out it like this I havent found any othe4r activity that can give me that feeling.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niket Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-115496932277966544?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/115496932277966544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=115496932277966544' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/115496932277966544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/115496932277966544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/08/escape-from-reality.html' title='Escape From Reality'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-115271391843082336</id><published>2006-07-12T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T07:18:38.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its great</title><content type='html'>Dear Terrorist,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you are not reading this we don't care. Time and again you tried&lt;br /&gt;to disturb us and disrupt our life - killing innocent civilians by&lt;br /&gt;planting bombs in trains, buses and cars. You have tried hard to bring&lt;br /&gt;death and destruction, cause panic and fear and create communal&lt;br /&gt;disharmony but everytime you were disgustingly unsuccessful. Do you know&lt;br /&gt;how we pass our life in Mumbai? How much it takes for us to earn that&lt;br /&gt;single rupee? If you wanted to give us a shock then we are sorry to say&lt;br /&gt;that you failed miserably in your ulterior motives. Better look&lt;br /&gt;elsewere, not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not Hindus and Muslims or Gujaratis and Marathis or Punjabis and&lt;br /&gt;Bengaliies. Nor do we distinguish ourselves as owners or workers, govt.&lt;br /&gt;employees or private employees. WE ARE MUMBAIKERS (Bombay-ites, if you&lt;br /&gt;like). We will not allow you to disrupt our life like this. On the last&lt;br /&gt;few occassions when you struck (including the 7 deadly blasts in a&lt;br /&gt;single day killing over 250 people and injuring 500+ in 1993), we went&lt;br /&gt;to work next day in full strength. This time we cleared everything&lt;br /&gt;within a few hours and were back to normal - the vendors placing their&lt;br /&gt;next order, businessmen finalizing the next deals and the office workers&lt;br /&gt;rushing to catch the next train. (Yes the same train you targetted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fathom this: Within 3 hours of the blasts, long queues of blood donating&lt;br /&gt;volunteers were seen outside various hospital, where most of the injured&lt;br /&gt;were admitted. By 12 midnight, the hospital had to issue a notification&lt;br /&gt;that blood banks were full and they didn't require any more blood. The&lt;br /&gt;next day, attendance at schools and office was close to 100%, trains &amp;&lt;br /&gt;buses were packed to the brim, the crowds were back. The city has simply&lt;br /&gt;dusted itself off and moved one - perhaps with greater vigour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are Mumbaikers and we live like brothers in times like this. So, do&lt;br /&gt;not dare to threaten us with your crackers. The spirit of Mumbai is very&lt;br /&gt;strong and can not be harmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forward this to others. U never know, by chance it may come to&lt;br /&gt;hands of a terrorist in Afghanistan, Pakistan or Iraq and he can then&lt;br /&gt;read this message which is specially meant for him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;From the people of Mumbai (Bombay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-115271391843082336?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/115271391843082336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=115271391843082336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/115271391843082336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/115271391843082336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-great.html' title='its great'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-115271381671165100</id><published>2006-07-12T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T16:57:48.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Flying Elephants?</title><content type='html'>What the f;yin elephants on earth is happening in Mumbai? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Blasts in just 7 minutes. All of them clearly targetting the Middle class professionals and the sons of the Upper Middle Class who are students. The first class compartments of 7 Trains all on the western lines at Khar station, Matunga Station, Bhayendar, Santacruz, Bandra, Borivali and Jogeshwari rocked with the sound of bursting and the heat of flames where people were burning and trying to get out of thier compartments. Mumbai saw its worst ever bomb blasts worse than the 1993 one and the 2 2003 ones. What the fuck is the politicians upto... bloody leave the politicians they are busy masturbating and collecting paint for the white house let the bloody politicians go and have thier day what about the Mumbai Police ...regarded as one of the strongest police in the country where and what was it doing with the best available hi fi technology you have them doing nothing absolutely nothing about the blasts. All they have done is taken proper care of the ones who were injured. Come on the people of MUMBAI can do tht better than them. They proved it in the rains in Mumbai. Now back to who caused these attacks. &lt;br /&gt;One possiblity --- SICK Shiv Sena &lt;br /&gt;Second Possiblity --- SICK Terrorists &lt;br /&gt;Third Possiblity --- The Government Conspiracy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can rule the 3rd one out because the government cant do such a bad thing to the people of Mumbai but you never know if 911 can be a consipracy of the government then even this can be. &lt;br /&gt;1st one Shiv Sena as we all knoe that Balasaheb wants the seat before he dies which i and many other hope happens soon and also that some crap happenend to his wife's statue and man he created a total havoc out of the issue. Shic Shiv sena is so open in delivering the message to the exsisting government (agar app log kuch nahi karte toh phir hame raste pe utar na padega) yeah like he put his dirty feet on the clean streets of mumbai when ever there is a trouble... How can a trouble causer get itself on the streets of Mumbai to get rid of the trouble ... I cant see them having guts for getting down in the streets of mumbai .... if he does the mumbai ppl are not going to leave him alive for a moment. The attacks were very well planned but also one can say were done with the help of a politician .... you cant possible do it without the help of one. Who's in the opposition and who is the one who needs the seat as badly as anything in his life ryt now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was a terrorist group behind it they would have taken a responsility of it as they did in the London blasts. No one took any responsilities when the 911 attack took place. Was BBC right is it a government conspiracy... same thing is happening in India too.. And why arent other countries targeted man... where is pakistan gone ... why isnt china and japan targeted ..is the language to difficult to learn or what ...(sarcastic) &lt;br /&gt;why &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what on earth is the mumbai police doing ... they knew there is an attack happenin in mumbai and they dont do a shit about it ... tht cant be any bad ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time the maharashtra government should give the case to the RAW and the CID and also ask Mossad to give thier views about the attacks.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it nvr happens again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE Views expressed above are my own ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freedom of speech is observed ,... excercisied .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for spellin mistakes.,...feeling fucking sleepy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-115271381671165100?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/115271381671165100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=115271381671165100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/115271381671165100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/115271381671165100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-flying-elephants.html' title='What the Flying Elephants?'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-115085497936882869</id><published>2006-06-20T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T18:56:19.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oRKUTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/Orkuts%20stupid%20thing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/Orkuts%20stupid%20thing.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought orkut was already constructed and i cant beleive it man this is bad and really really bad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-115085497936882869?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/115085497936882869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=115085497936882869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/115085497936882869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/115085497936882869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/06/orkuts.html' title='oRKUTS'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-115068186241160722</id><published>2006-06-18T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T18:51:02.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Week presentation straight</title><content type='html'>Holy crap &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 week straight presentations..Man man its gonna take a huge toll on me...3 week non stop presentation except the goold ol' saturday and sunday. Imagine this...&lt;br /&gt;Monday - English Presentation&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Media Presentation &lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Prof Com Presentation &lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Computers and English Presentation &lt;br /&gt;Friday - Media Presentation &lt;br /&gt;Sat Sun Sleep &lt;br /&gt;Monday - Again Cpmputer Presentation &lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Physcology Presentation &lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Physchology Presentation&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Computer Presentation &amp; Exam&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Prof Comm Exam &amp; Presentation &lt;br /&gt;Sat AND Sun Sleep &lt;br /&gt;Mon to Thursday - Presentation and Exams throughtout ....all lectures .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND then HOLIDAY &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man that is going to a bad week for me........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-115068186241160722?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-115060586244914494</id><published>2006-06-17T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T21:44:22.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In love with the Apple Mac</title><content type='html'>I have used the apple macs before for grahic purposes and all different kind of things .... but never had it for regular useage and now i do .... &lt;br /&gt;now i guess me selling of my home PC or my laptop and me buying a mac .... but the cost is so high that i will have to chuch all my extra expenses here and save as much as i can so that i can buy the apple mac as soon as possible.. i wish i can do is as soon as possible... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mac is one of  the best mahines i have ever seen..for reg useage .... i used it before for grahic and thats i never used its different softwares...but now i do and in total love with it.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess me buying one as soon as my bank account permits me to.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see how it goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-115060586244914494?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/115060586244914494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=115060586244914494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/115060586244914494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/115060586244914494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-love-with-apple-mac.html' title='In love with the Apple Mac'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-114912497936391206</id><published>2006-05-31T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T18:22:59.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ya right i gave my dad the address to my site...but what the hell me going to post what ever i wanna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things that have changes with me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost the taste buds in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Lost the pleaure factor in my life&lt;br /&gt;Lost the relax factor in my life&lt;br /&gt;Lost the sleep factor in my life&lt;br /&gt;Lost the hanging out with friends factor in my life&lt;br /&gt;Lost the trevelling in taxi factor in my life&lt;br /&gt;Lost the new games factor in my life&lt;br /&gt;Lost the comfort factor in my life&lt;br /&gt;Lost the caring factor in my life&lt;br /&gt;Lost the daily resding the newspaper factor in my life&lt;br /&gt;Lost the magazine factor in my life&lt;br /&gt;Lost the style factor in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gained the ability to sustain in my life&lt;br /&gt;Gained a place in O&amp;amp;M at 18&lt;br /&gt;Gained the knowledge of living alone&lt;br /&gt;Gained a knowledge of cooking (no matter how worst i am)&lt;br /&gt;Gained a knowledge of diffuculty in life&lt;br /&gt;Gained the meaning of lonely&lt;br /&gt;Gained th knowledge of world (ya not the whole but at least a bit tiny of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ya a lot more i cant think of any...right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-114912497936391206?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/114912497936391206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=114912497936391206' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/114912497936391206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/114912497936391206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/06/ya-right-i-gave-my-dad-address-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-114904546040493563</id><published>2006-05-30T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T20:17:40.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OOpps</title><content type='html'>Oops i burpted out my blog address to my father..... ha .. i just wish he doesnt read everything...any ways....what can i doo. my mistake so 2 out of the list of blogs i have have been disclosed to my dad...hope nothing else goes out,,haha ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-114904546040493563?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/114904546040493563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=114904546040493563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/114904546040493563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/114904546040493563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/05/oopps.html' title='OOpps'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-114654655368970050</id><published>2006-05-01T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T05:51:31.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to make some one jealous?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Well.. I don't have the exact words to describe this but any ways will try my level best to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still i am going to write about this icident which happend to me.... Actullay 2 of them..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Incident 1...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am boarding the TRAM near my house to go my University. At the Tram stop I see an Indian guy with his Girl Friend or may be his newly married wife. Well we all know that it is quite impossible for us show some sort of love in public such holding hands and things like kissing and such other things. In the bloody whole sense that i am saying that it is very unlikely for many to have any type of cuddling possible on the Streets of Ahemdabad as I think they must be from Ahemdabad from there really Village type Gujrati language. Anyways when they see me and my really sleepy face the guy sees me and then starts cuddling with his partner..I mean WTF??? Why the fuck do you have to start staring at me and then start giggling with your partner and doing stuff... He at first starts shouting things like "Darling tu toh ajje bahu kuda kudi kare che kem tane aje su thai gayu che?" --- "What has happend to you darling why are you so hyperactive today?" I mean why the flying mammoths are you telling it to the whole world... Ass fucker you must have put it in wrong last night and she is getting a fucking after shock / side effect of your ineffective sex medicine asshole..... And above all that the guy is acting do fucking desparate in front of everyone trying to cuddle in the fucking tram which is filled with at least 30 other people who can SEE and UNDERSTAND. That guy is countinously giving me some usual stares with the message in his eyes saying " HEY MOTHER FUCKER STOP BURNING YOUR OWN ASS OFF YOU CANT EVEN COME NEAR A GIRL" haha... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I am sitting next to thier seat trying to control my own laughter which is so very much trying to come out. I mean to say WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TRYING TO PROVE??? You trying to prove that you are the only ass fucker who can get cosy with some really fat girl whos' looks can give any man a bloody burp/vomit.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyways After I got down from the TRAM i had a good time laughing.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Incident 2:-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This time going to the City Library from my university after my lectures I see this guy a bloddy Indian who must have just joined the CQU {Central Quessland University}. Its the worst university i have ever seen.. I mean CQU is 10 floors high in Melbourne and its a fucking university. Alright I countinue with the incident I spot this guy must be something around 6 months old to the new city of Melbourne and he must have his first time he his taking his new found friend which is a Thai or an Indonesean for a date or not a date exactly may be just be togahther for some time. He at first sees me and then tries to get cosy with me trying to get my attention by cleaning his throat loudly .. I mean ASS HOLE if you want my attention then stare at me or somehting like that .. why the hell are you cleaning your throat as if you are just going to give a fucking lecture to a 60 people filled tram. Alright this done.. After getting my attention he removes his cell phone makes a call to some of his stupid friend and starts to impress his friend by flauting his really bad english. "GOT NO FUCKING IDEA WHO MADE HIM CLEAR IN IELTS" but anyways starts flaunting his english to impress his friend and makes a bloddy mistake after a mistake in English. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got no fucking idea why the hell is he trying to make me jealous. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man i was irritated after i saw it  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-114654655368970050?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/114654655368970050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=114654655368970050' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/114654655368970050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/114654655368970050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/05/trying-to-make-some-one-jealous.html' title='Trying to make some one jealous?????'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-114611625540678820</id><published>2006-04-26T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T22:42:06.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wanna blog about it</title><content type='html'>Writing this blog from my university with my professors in front of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;I just had a chat with my buddy in India... My friend just came from Malaysia.. Had a lot of fun.. He says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spend his fathers 15 grands on some watch .. Agree that is good watch and all but the thing is that you cant spend soo much on just a watch.... Like come on its just a fucking watch.... And we surely not the age...... To own one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean we are not invited to high class dinners where people from the higher upper class..... Meet .. So that you can show off your watch..... To them.. Instead you can buy 150 of such kinda different watches in Musafir Khana...... Wear then eacha nd every day and be a lot more happier when you friends see you in that watch in college... You can have a new watch every day for some thing like 150 days.. It would be like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A NEW WATCH EVERYDAY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any ways .... If my buddy reads this post ..... I have no idea what the heck is he going to think about me posting this on my blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buddy if you feel bad about it then please tell me .. I will surely delete this post..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to hear your voice after a long time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-114611625540678820?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/114611625540678820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=114611625540678820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/114611625540678820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/114611625540678820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-wanna-blog-about-it.html' title='Just wanna blog about it'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-114571704008078691</id><published>2006-04-22T07:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T07:44:00.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A hundred tens make a hundrend</title><content type='html'>This post is just for those of my friends who havent started working or are still staying with thier parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all of us sitting on the chair in front of the PC think that its very easy to go out there and get a hundred bucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mate it's not... Its takes much  more than just ripping your ass off for a hundred bucks. All those who have been staying on dad's money go out there stay and earn a week That includes food rent and some here and there stuff... You get your self fucked but wont be able to live as you do in our dad's arm. It may be easy fo some to make hundred but to save hundred is more difficult that walking on water... for anyone from Anil Ambani to Anil the local Sandwich maker in front of our college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God ... You taught me a bit early...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-114571704008078691?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/114571704008078691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=114571704008078691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/114571704008078691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/114571704008078691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/04/hundred-tens-make-hundrend_22.html' title='A hundred tens make a hundrend'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-114345894982944977</id><published>2006-03-27T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T03:29:09.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Remember Everything...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/781423106106_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/781423106106_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Guy in the Blue AD T - Shirt is YASH BAKUL SHANGHAVI ... Sorry of the speeling is wrong .. Never worked it out with me.. He is my Best buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Female in Red Pants and a white Shirt is Sanyukta.. She is good friend of mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The female nest to her.. whoes head seems to be just pooping in the middle out of no where.. is Sneha... She is cute and has a husky voice but can sing well.. Our Computer Prof. seems to see her resemble her and Rani Mukherjee.. I have no idea why?? May be he had a small time crush on her....{Just Joking}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The female next to her ... Poulami .. The one with wearing spectacles... she seems to be very Bhola Bhala...{Innocent}.. but she proclaims to be a Nagin{ Poisonous Snake} once she is angry.. Beleive me guys she is one hell of a nagin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The female next to her is Aileen she is sweet.. and likes choclate.. and drives a bit scary.. Acc. any women driving a 1550 cc engine is scary....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy next to her.. I.e the tall guy who is standing and giving a huge smile..... to all the cameras.. as if he is getting a photo shoot done.... He is CHINTAN JAYESH RUPAREL .. He is a Hyper Hypoo... Extra Hipiyooo Active guy .. Just can't fucking stop dancing......He can dance ANYTIME &amp; ANYWHERE. Including the bath room. He is my best buddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy next to him wearing a light brown full sleeve TShirt is ME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl next to him who has her head hidden ...... is Bhavna.. Better known as Nana Patekar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl on your extreme right who seems to have pop out of no where is Swati Bhat..  NO COMMENTS ON HER because I am afraid she might complain to my Ex - Prof.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-114345894982944977?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/114345894982944977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=114345894982944977' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/114345894982944977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/114345894982944977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-remember-everything.html' title='I Remember Everything...'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-114321612131345071</id><published>2006-03-24T07:46:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T08:02:01.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well.. 30  days...</title><content type='html'>Its was different this little boy of 18 who just landed in australia. He missed his home a lot.. but was in search for his own house too... He sat at a pavement where breeae was just going by his face making his hair wave. He sat and thought many things... If you could peek in his mind you would rather get sounds of millions thoughts running through his micd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They would be like "Will I be able to live here?" "Is there anything wrong done by me that would hurt anyone in the temporary house?"  "Will I like what i am going to do?" "Will I be not liked by anyone here?"  "Should I cry?" etc etc thoughts like these would run through his very confused mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started to find a house He and he got one because he wanted one.. People around him are very suprised that they take atleast 4 weeks to find a good house where they could live in... And he finds it in 4 days time from his coming.  He takes  a break sits on the chair for a while and thinks that did i make a good decesion or didn't I.... He sees world as a man who he is supposed to be.. And for the first time he is alone in this world which he hopes will conquer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy now is very fine and has taken life as it came to him.. Never bothered to change clothes... and nor did they think it was not good. He wore it coz he liked it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after a month he has changed.. One can see it very well if he/she knows the boy very well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-114321612131345071?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/114321612131345071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=114321612131345071' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/114321612131345071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/114321612131345071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/03/well-30-days_114321612131345071.html' title='Well.. 30  days...'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-114321522608413185</id><published>2006-03-24T07:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T07:47:06.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well.. 30  days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-114321522608413185?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/114321522608413185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=114321522608413185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/114321522608413185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/114321522608413185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/03/well-30-days_24.html' title='Well.. 30  days...'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-114321522588510789</id><published>2006-03-24T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T07:47:06.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well.. 30  days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-114321522588510789?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/114321522588510789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=114321522588510789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/114321522588510789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/114321522588510789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/03/well-30-days.html' title='Well.. 30  days...'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-114255241323973498</id><published>2006-03-16T15:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T15:40:13.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St Kilda Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/DSC00365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/DSC00365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The St. Kilda Beach in Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats where Shane Warne lives..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-114255241323973498?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/114255241323973498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=114255241323973498' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/114255241323973498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/114255241323973498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/03/st-kilda-beach_17.html' title='St Kilda Beach'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-114169579699429737</id><published>2006-03-06T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T17:45:50.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things have changed</title><content type='html'>Things have changed here ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week went by I never realized that it went by..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just flew by.. It was like a very fast and an unbelievable time.. Things changed here .. Some how it feels that the week has passed but it feels like months have gone by..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From being stuck in traffic I've come to a place where there is no traffic in the dictionary for people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from seeing Gardens and trees out of window... I've come to a place where I can see sky scrapers, high ways and the beach.. Out of the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From going down and turning the ignition on in the car.. I've come to a place where I go down and validate my public transport ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From having the food which I liked I've come to a place where I have the food which I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From walking to the college which was 4 storey high... I've come to a place where its not a college its a University which is spread through out the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From sitting near my really noisy PC.. I've come to a place where I am sitting opp. To the really quiet laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From walking down the street for half kilometer for a swimming pool I've come to a place where I have to catch a lift and enter the swimming pool, gymnasium, sports club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From finding a parking lot in the really packed street I've come to a place where I have to take the car 6 floors high to just park it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From carrying at least 200 - 300 Rs in my wallet.. I've come to a place where I hardly have 10 $ in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From carrying my father's expired credit card in my wallet... I've come to a place where I got 2 cards of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From waiting for my geyser to heat the water.. I've come to place where I wait for the Bath Tub to get filled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From shuffling between drawers.. I've to come to place where there is nothing like drawers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From calling your fathers house your house..I've come to place where you have a place registered in your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this at the age of 18...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed here.. Changed for good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-114169579699429737?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/114169579699429737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=114169579699429737' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/114169579699429737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/114169579699429737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/03/things-have-changed.html' title='Things have changed'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-114166377027862130</id><published>2006-03-06T08:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T08:49:30.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia</title><content type='html'>Beautiful isn't it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place where there is nothing like pollution.&lt;br /&gt;A place where there is nothing called shame.&lt;br /&gt;A place where even the smallest life has it's share of importance&lt;br /&gt;A place where people would like to settle for a happy feeling&lt;br /&gt;A place where you think and do what you want to.&lt;br /&gt;A place where people dont care who are... they care what you are.&lt;br /&gt;A place where you can break rules.&lt;br /&gt;A place where you have freedom in true sense.&lt;br /&gt;A place where you have smiles everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;A place where you are YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is Australia... {Melbourne}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-114166377027862130?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/114166377027862130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=114166377027862130' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/114166377027862130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/114166377027862130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/03/australia_06.html' title='Australia'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-114135062844547824</id><published>2006-03-02T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T17:50:28.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HI AFTER  A LONG TIME</title><content type='html'>Hi guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know haven't updated my blog from a long time but cant help it ... the time here in australia just runs like anything.. time goes here very fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the country is reallly cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will blog after from uni.. will post some pictures also&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-114135062844547824?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/114135062844547824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=114135062844547824' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/114135062844547824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/114135062844547824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/03/hi-after-long-time.html' title='HI AFTER  A LONG TIME'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-114027200847630949</id><published>2006-02-18T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T12:14:53.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YESTERDAY</title><content type='html'>Hogging even if you are not supposed to...&lt;br /&gt;Staring at things against which you were warned by your father...&lt;br /&gt;Running after things which can fly...&lt;br /&gt;Looking at creatures showing there desperation...&lt;br /&gt;Running trying to catch each other...&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on sand playing with it...&lt;br /&gt;Indulging in chocolate like you never got to taste it...&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy by looking at people enjoying the Italian feast...&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that things do go behind your back...&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you never knew that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh!!!! All this was yesterday....&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could live it one more time.......................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-114027200847630949?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/114027200847630949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=114027200847630949' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/114027200847630949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/114027200847630949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/02/yesterday.html' title='YESTERDAY'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113957477882520786</id><published>2006-02-10T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T04:32:58.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/Rotation%20of%20DSC00284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/Rotation%20of%20DSC00284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whrere is the PCO????? Telephone kidhar hain????&lt;br /&gt;there was no PCO around this board...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is something in my mind... &lt;br /&gt;Does reliance have PCO.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113957477882520786?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113957477882520786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113957477882520786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113957477882520786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113957477882520786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/02/whrere-is-pco-telephone-kidhar-hain.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113957453854203766</id><published>2006-02-10T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T04:28:58.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/zayed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 629px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 627px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="243" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/zayed.jpg" width="406" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that guy's leg.. isn't that the way gals fold thier legs............. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thas Zayed's way in front of media..he needs to be taught some manners....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113957453854203766?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113957453854203766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113957453854203766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113957453854203766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113957453854203766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/02/look-at-that-guys-leg.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113957424874031867</id><published>2006-02-10T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T04:24:08.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.I.E.S fans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/dirty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/dirty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't stop the cranky noice than please please at least get it cleaned yaar... plzz do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South Indian Managament {hehe} no issues only tissues...(Balan)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113957424874031867?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113957424874031867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113957424874031867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113957424874031867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113957424874031867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/02/sies-fans.html' title='S.I.E.S fans'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113950453962054584</id><published>2006-02-09T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T04:21:12.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cows on Roads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/DSC00316.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/DSC00316.0.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I last went to Ahemdabad I saw cows and various other type of animals lying here and there .. at that time I was really happy that at least in a city like mumbai there is no such kind of non sense but I think I am wrong about that ....... I gotta re -- think about it ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heights man heights&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/DSC00318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113950453962054584?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113950453962054584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113950453962054584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113950453962054584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113950453962054584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/02/cows-on-roads.html' title='Cows on Roads'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113941129811291996</id><published>2006-02-08T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T11:18:34.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BMM - What I owe to it....</title><content type='html'>Yes I owe a lot to Bachelor of Mass Media {S.I.E.S college of arts, science and commerce}. I was sure to go to Australia to study Industrial Design was very sure about it until I stepped in room no. 8 first floor next to the maths department in my college I can say that coz I sill am a very much a part of the college from heart. Yeah you may ask me if you like the college a lot then why the hell you going??? My college is not going to offer a place where I want to see myself 10 years down the line no its never gonna offer that position..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I owe many things to the college tried to list them down......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It taught me to use my brains 24/7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Taught me to look at ads from a different point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Taught me to think and make up answers on pure assumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Taught me to look at people from a different point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Told me that there are more jerks than brains in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Gave me the best friends I can ever have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Told me that being silent can to wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Showed me what an hectic life is known as..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Came to know that half the ad makers are fools..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ads are 100 times much better in developed countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Came to know that there are many sex maniacs who behave very intellectual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that I am going ...but sad I am leaving too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113941129811291996?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113941129811291996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113941129811291996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113941129811291996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113941129811291996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/02/bmm-what-i-owe-to-it.html' title='BMM - What I owe to it....'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113937334093125063</id><published>2006-02-07T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T20:44:06.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryan Adams Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/Bryan%20Adams.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/adams_bryan2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/ADAMS3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wanted to post about this a long time but the MTNL net was not helping me at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Any ways would like to continue about the concert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Used to listen to him from his early days from the days of Sumner of '69 and room service. Always wanted to see him live in concert and wanted to sing a long with him. So waiting for him to come to my home land and the time had come he was coming 4th feb 2006 was the day. Told my friends who had already made the plans to book my tickets they had done it for me. And I was heading for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reached there at around about 5 :00 pm for getting an early seat. Just reached and surprised to see that many others had already reached there a long time back and some had come from 3:30 pm or so. Man... I thought that this is called crazy Bryan fans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I had expected the gates opened at 6:00 and the crowd went bizarre and stormed inside as the music started. I couldn't walk the proper way and was being pushed like anything from the gate opening till they checked the pass. When I entered the show it was fairly packed and jammed I had to push and manage my way to the front. not exactly front but close to the front. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After an half an hour wait Bryan walks down and the crowd is going mad they start jumping and screaming as they see Bryan live on stage. As he takes his fav. Guitar i.e The room service guitar. he starts playing .. he starts of with room service, 18 till I die........ and the damn list is gonna continue he played almost all his fav. songs like cant stop this that we started.... baby when your gone..... etc etc... had a lot of fun singing these songs. I must say this "Bryan has stamina" he was running on the stage from here and there with his guitar and wasn't stopping at all and never fuckin went backstage for more than 2 min. he knows how to handle the damn stage very well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after playin a few songs he introduced his band and went back stage ... and again the crowd started to chant his name .. and started crying we want more" and "Bryan Bryan" and he came back with his band and played a few more songs and made the crown a bit happy. and again he went after introducing his band... and again the crowd started to call his name loudly.. and he came back but this time he was back alone and played a few songs and went back again... and this time even after all the shouting of his name he didn't come back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after the whole experience I can say I enjoyed it like anything... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and ya chintz this is for u... Latino style is really good we'll have it some time afterwards.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113937334093125063?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113937334093125063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113937334093125063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113937334093125063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113937334093125063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/02/bryan-adams-concert.html' title='Bryan Adams Concert'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113931593238238975</id><published>2006-02-07T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T04:38:52.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MTNL</title><content type='html'>Used to think that the government sucks in all possible ways but started to have a good feeling about it improving but that feeling had been blody shatteres by my interet been shut down for at least 3 and a half days and has been utter inconvinence for me and my family. Fuckin when he was repairng it he cut down my telephone connection for 2 long hours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly after the whole thing i am not going to recommend MTNL to anyone.. i swear....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government is not gonna improve... i bet its not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113931593238238975?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113931593238238975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113931593238238975' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113931593238238975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113931593238238975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/02/mtnl.html' title='MTNL'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113881953721610895</id><published>2006-02-01T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T10:45:37.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dejected</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here I am,&lt;br /&gt;All dejected left all alone in my own world,&lt;br /&gt;No place to run, no place to hide,&lt;br /&gt;All I can feel is pain, in my heart, in my soul,&lt;br /&gt;In the search for happiness and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting down in front of the window with the keyboard in my hand and the monitor in front of me. Always wanted to take the car to the Bryan Adams concert happening in my city.. Asked my father for the permission said yes at the start.. That simple yes made my life it felt like entering heaven alive. But the dream had to be broken some day or the other that day is today/tonight. God alone knows the funny reason why my father suddenly sprang up and said no for the car. There was no place left for argument. He did give me some options like should the dumb driver be with you.. Or should I come to drop and pick you up.. Both these options are meaningless and useless.... Who would like their father to drop them at some place especially when you are old enough to take care of your self..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling is preventing me from crying but also provoking me to cry... I have no idea how to go about this feeling... Feels like the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all my friends......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never promise anything you are not sure off" the person you promised when finds that he has been deceived will never trust you again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know some of my friends are gonna laugh on this.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its ok you can laugh doesn't make a difference but don't laugh on my face......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113881953721610895?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113881953721610895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113881953721610895' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113881953721610895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113881953721610895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/02/dejected.html' title='Dejected'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113802961024780819</id><published>2006-01-23T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T07:20:10.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4000 above pop ups blocked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/4000%20above%20pop%20upsblocked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="284" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/4000%20above%20pop%20upsblocked.jpg" width="459" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I think is to much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113802961024780819?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113802961024780819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113802961024780819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113802961024780819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113802961024780819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/01/4000-above-pop-ups-blocked.html' title='4000 above pop ups blocked'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113801828335515437</id><published>2006-01-23T04:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T04:11:23.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commited a sin</title><content type='html'>Commited a sin today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea that should i call it a sin or not but i think it is a sin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people wondering what did i do .... Please keep wondering.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people who know it you were a part of it also so fair and square.....guys...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113801828335515437?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113801828335515437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113801828335515437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113801828335515437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113801828335515437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/01/commited-sin_23.html' title='Commited a sin'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113792502429211454</id><published>2006-01-22T02:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T02:17:04.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even broadband net gives this speed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/nice%20sppedddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/nice%20sppedddd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sexy speed is this....... Even dial up gives better speed than this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113792502429211454?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113792502429211454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113792502429211454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113792502429211454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113792502429211454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/01/even-broadband-net-gives-this-speed_22.html' title='Even broadband net gives this speed'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113792488968093022</id><published>2006-01-22T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T02:14:49.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kimi surname</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/kimi%20surname2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" height="224" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/kimi%20surname2.jpg" width="406" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't just get over this -- google can make mistakes in spelling some ones name..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real name is&lt;br /&gt;Kimi Raikkonen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113792488968093022?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113792488968093022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113792488968093022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113792488968093022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113792488968093022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/01/kimi-surname.html' title='Kimi surname'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113792448454999895</id><published>2006-01-22T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T02:08:04.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Indians</title><content type='html'>Some say India is developed country......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just spotted some people running away from a cab after travelling for 13Rs. (the minimum fare). If you say india is developed then i think its time people should realise that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113792448454999895?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113792448454999895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113792448454999895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113792448454999895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113792448454999895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/01/typical-indians.html' title='Typical Indians'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113768725029375631</id><published>2006-01-19T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T08:14:10.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you cant find place......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/space.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="357" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/space.jpg" width="407" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spotted this one near Sion while coming back home. Damn thats real good protection for your front bumper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113768725029375631?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113768725029375631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113768725029375631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113768725029375631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113768725029375631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-you-cant-find-place.html' title='When you cant find place......'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113638325083767830</id><published>2006-01-04T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T08:00:01.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian Marketing Strategy</title><content type='html'>--- Indian Marketing Strategy ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I'll give you the definition of Marketing:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Marketing : - &lt;strong&gt;The process by which companies create value for customers and build strong customer relationships in order to capture value from customers in return. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Indian definition for marketing:- The process by which companies create fools out of customers and build strong pathways for fooling in order to capture more profit from the market. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes this is exactly what the Indian marketing is all about according to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You have a bloody Ruffle Lays packet costing 20 bucks and you find inside the same amount or (say a bit more) of chips than the smaller one. You unknowingly spent 10 bucks more for nothing. The packet looks big so it means that there are a lot of chips inside .... According to the mind it does mean that. But if you logically see that there are only a bit more than the smaller packet available.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But people buy it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If we see from start on how Ruffle Lays captured the young market.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We think that Ruffles Lays is good because when we were young at that time duration Ruffle Lays came up with there Tazo thingyy's. And OHH!!! My god what a crazy thing that was. I am calling it a stupid and useless waste of money now... But when I was young I myself too like many others wasted a lot of money behind and god now I do regret that waste of money.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Speaking about Lays strategy the captured the market and made sure that each and every young guy who can afford to spend 10 bucks everyday is having the craze of Tazos.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The craze for Tazo no longer exists but the taste for Ruffle Lays still is fresh in our mind and we never agree to have any thing else except that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A very smart strategy to make fools out of us.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And we INDIANS consider ourself smarter than the rest... Laugh guys Laugh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113638325083767830?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113638325083767830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113638325083767830' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113638325083767830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113638325083767830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2006/01/indian-marketing-strategy.html' title='Indian Marketing Strategy'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113599917462146518</id><published>2005-12-30T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T19:19:34.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first official car driving experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I acquired my license and my next goal was to convince my dad for allowing me to drive which I was convincing for at least 3 years now.. Allthough he had allowed me drive sometimes in the traffic and many other ways but this drive which I was asking for was special this would be the first time I would drive with the damn useless license in my pocket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This started off in the night when I was supposed to go for a dinner to NSCI with my grandparents. My father was more than happy to hand me the car keys. I got very much surprised at this but son realized that the traffic was the major reason for him giving the car keys to me. Man all I wished to is hit the accelator for at least 30 seconds which was impossible. All I was doing is hitting the break and driving the damn car at 10 Kmph and not more than that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While driving the car I spotted a BMW and thought that these expensive cars are very useless if you expect to drive on our car friendly roads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways the driving experience was exactly the opposite what I had expected to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113599917462146518?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113599917462146518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113599917462146518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113599917462146518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113599917462146518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-first-official-car-driving.html' title='My first official car driving experience'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113542263134723947</id><published>2005-12-24T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T11:44:07.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting the license</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This job given to me is by far the most difficult job given ... Yes the most difficult job {More difficult than getting a document from my college office or also more difficult than convincing my father for a new cell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acene 1:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking you just enter the RTO area and some idiot dalal's storm as if you are some kind of celebrity entering.. At every corner you have a new guy asking you for what kind of trouble you have and what will he do... and all that crap. They tell you some kinda wired charges and say that they are ready to negotiate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entered the office somehow....&lt;br /&gt;Found out the guy whom I was supposed to meet... Bloody fat ass he was..(NO WONDER WHY -- HE SITS ON THE GOVERNMENT CHAIR). Asked him how to apply for a learning license told a very wired way which even after hearing it for 2 times I couldn't under stand.. At last asked him how do I get it as soon as possible he said there are many ways.... I understood how...&lt;br /&gt;No matter how determined I was I succumbed to the pressure and had to give him a bribe. Damn I regret it still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 3:- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fills the damn form and tells me to sign at some places and after looking at my signature for some 2 to 3 minutes tells me that my signature is damn complicated and difficult to copy... (I thought bloody ass why the heck you need my signature wanna steal money from my account or what...... Even if you want to it's ok all I have is some damn 500 to 700 bucks...) He prepared the form and took me to some idiot officer who had to sign on my so that I can get an approval for my license.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Scene 4:- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In that damn RTO officers hall. That guy's assistant gave me a number for standing in a queue and the number was useless. My agent did nothing and stood in the so called line for 1/2 an hour and fucked my head. At last some how managed to get the signature and then while signing he asks can you see properly or not.. What dumb question is he asking me.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After all I got the learning license in the evening........ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That experience was not good at all.......... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113542263134723947?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113542263134723947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113542263134723947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113542263134723947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113542263134723947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2005/12/getting-license.html' title='Getting the license'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113542198702562196</id><published>2005-12-24T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T02:59:47.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Link</title><content type='html'>Very intresting please read what you get...... on your screen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://unknowngenius.com/restricted"&gt;http://unknowngenius.com/restricted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113542198702562196?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113542198702562196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113542198702562196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113542198702562196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113542198702562196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2005/12/link.html' title='Link'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113535998038748989</id><published>2005-12-23T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T09:49:15.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zee Sa Re Ga Ma Pa or whatever it is named..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What a use less and full of non sense is the program filled of. Pity the Typical Indian who actually watches and believes the shit what is actually showed on that program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These type of shows are actually make believes(according to me) and they are actually rehearsed before the actual shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think Diya Mirza has got no other man other that that freaky dwarf Vinit to say "I love you" that she is free enough to say it and also that the guy actually has the fuckin gut s to come up to her and reply "I love you 2 but not more than that" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{Don't expect me to understand what kind of PJ was that"&lt;/span&gt; and the whole story continues by him having a crush on some unknown female which he says he will reveal after he is crowed the winner of the competition. So freakin made up man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened in today's episode and he sang some shitty bullshit song and everybody was pretty happy about it and also Ismail Durbar actually stands up from his chair {mark this is a very important point the judges never get up from their chair except paid more} and gives him his first earned 50 Rs. note and tells that small guy that he should keep it with him forever and secure it. Is Ismail a fool or he probably fooled the guy buy giving him some note which he must have stolen from his fathers pocket. I am damn sure about it and this is not done they all request the foolish audience in India to vote for him and waste their 6 Rs. so that they get some 2 Rs per SMS send. Nice business strategy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very funny......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Typical Indian which I described actually send an SMS from his/her cell {PROTECTION OF IDENTITY} wasting round about 7 to 8 Rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called waste of money what say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113535998038748989?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113535998038748989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113535998038748989' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113535998038748989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113535998038748989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2005/12/zee-sa-re-ga-ma-pa-or-whatever-it-is.html' title='Zee Sa Re Ga Ma Pa or whatever it is named..'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113532594863163086</id><published>2005-12-23T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T00:21:55.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness in Bloging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just discovered that blogging is very addictive and also that it can spread very fast. It can be described as a disease but I am sure this one a good one. One of my friends has been the recent victim of this dear disease. All the time all he can think is that he has a blog and is always thinking what should he blog about. We recently went to this dumb abandoned fort in sion built by Shivaji in his time I have no idea for what and also that it more or less used by students like us to study and hangout and ya... most importantly it is used by lovers to hangout (read cuddle). The most funny part is when we left the place he removes his cell and starts clicking photos of what ever he can think about or should I say what ever he thought was good enough for landing up in his blog. He almost clicked pictures any where from some stupid place to a man peacefully sleeping on the bench to a guy sleeping with his book in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloging is very much addictive and also that it can spread very fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why I blogged this??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113532594863163086?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113532594863163086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113532594863163086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113532594863163086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113532594863163086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2005/12/madness-in-bloging.html' title='Madness in Bloging'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113522901238161209</id><published>2005-12-21T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T21:23:32.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The typical Indian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is a description for all of you about how can you define the typical Indian by that I mean to say the Indian lying the cities like Ahemdabad or many others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Please ready only if you are a Mumbaiikar or should I say Bombayiites as people on the other side refer to us as. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is a scene described when you take some one from those areas to a mall like High Street phoenix. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Scene I :- We all know that you cant find anything cheaper than 500 bucks in a mall like Lifestyle. The person is finding a top for her formal wear and what does she land up like looking at each and every top just looking and see the amazing design and finding some stupid flaw in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I did the crime of going to shop with that person and believe me or not it is worse than fucking going to a flop Hindi movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then after the whole thing is done and you will see that you have nothing in your hand and you are just like a bloody lukha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You for your own satisfaction you have a frankie and a good one I say.. Damn you have a flaw in that also.. Guess what the flaw can be. There are to many ....... things in it ... That fucking is a long list and also that you land up having one good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 more thinggy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to pantaloons yesterday and also provogue...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;new shirt in the line &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;good ones I say but damn the price tag is fitting only the bank account of Fardeen himself.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tuscan Vere is a good brand I like the shirts but not the price tag in it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ya the david off come up with new perfume man its amazing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and also a new product it is a mix of perfume and deo good one but I didnt like it at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ne ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;post later see ya &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113522901238161209?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113522901238161209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113522901238161209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113522901238161209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113522901238161209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2005/12/typical-indian.html' title='The typical Indian'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113505030112087826</id><published>2005-12-19T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T19:56:34.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Magazine 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This post is gonna be really bad if it doesn't turn out to be good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So if you are planning to bash me up so please spare me from it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And also that if you wanna give me any hate mails please leave it in my comment box. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This post is regarding to the article in Time Magazine published this month (Dec).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They have given their Best 23 odd photos of the year 2005. The whole damn year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you see the photos you will like to review again about 2005 in your mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here they are --- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(1) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 409px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" height="268" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/1.jpg" width="403" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In this picture you see how badly the city of New Orleans was affected because of the Hurricane Katrina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*This site represents the pain caused by the natrual calamity that shocked many and left many homeless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Again the havoc caused by the hurricane at the bus station. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*This photo displays the pain caused to many after the hurricane had arrived. See the desperation at each and every individual to get to Huston as there were rumors about the 2nd cyclone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Looks lie 2 small missiles dropped at 2 different places at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Its devastating look what natural calamities can cause to us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cant describe this one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*I just cant describe the pain in ones heart after seeing the photo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PAIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No baby don't cry please its gonna go some day or the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Again about the Katrina the small baby is wondering "What Happened to my house?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;YUCK........ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*This is dirty and think that it was some ones home first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;From the United states of America to the Indian sub-continent. Devastation never took a break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Pakistan and Indian turned into a burial ground after the earthquake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We cant say it. But the faith in you GOD helps us in doing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*People who are used to pray in their mosques they pray in a devastated land caused by ..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/9.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/9.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hope the medical services come fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*The photo speaks about the pain in the mothers heart for her baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes the sea was left to show its power that it showed in the lower Indian sub-continent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Where is my home?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Preservation of What???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*I am dead but who am I????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;12)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hope to find a home somewhere?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Where do I go now???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;13)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes after all its gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Let's play it's not gonna come again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;14)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah I am left right... Says France... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*If not the natural calamity then riots create lot of devastation in France. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;15)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/15.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/15.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Iraq has to be there after the war it's all bombing by whom we have no idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Are you trying to save me or kill me. Says the guy behind the glass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;16)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/16.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/16.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank god I can voe now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;* Iraqis pleasure to vote after many years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;17)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/17.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/17.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After ALL!!! I can play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;* Yes I can play but I cant find my home.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;18)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PAIN PAIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Can't describe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;19)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Matyr &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Dead for(read because) Saddam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;20)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes London was left right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Some one thought that London would like to hear some firecrackers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;21)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What can I do the war has left me homeless, foodless and shelterless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Baby that all I can offer right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;22)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything for a seat in the parliament.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Sold out everything without thinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;23)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What is that???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Scuffed because of what???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;24)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/400/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The death of the great POPE JHON PAUL II.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sad but natural. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So after the best photos of 2005 as published by TIME magazine what do you think the year was very pleasant after all right....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Planning to party on 31st .......... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"THINK AGAIN"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113505030112087826?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113505030112087826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113505030112087826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113505030112087826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113505030112087826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2005/12/time-magazine-2005.html' title='Time Magazine 2005'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113461236092230065</id><published>2005-12-14T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T18:06:01.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My college is jail...</title><content type='html'>Yes believe it or not my college is a jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In visions once you enter the college you cant get into the college you cant get out when ever you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is jail you cannot be bailed out also. It is like you are on a non bailable warrant and you are given torture of the worst competitions ever (though there were some excellent ones also) but not worth in mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like this system in my college......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113461236092230065?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113461236092230065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113461236092230065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113461236092230065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113461236092230065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-college-is-jail.html' title='My college is jail...'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113458263000640361</id><published>2005-12-14T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T09:50:30.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>India is it Developed or Under developed or Developing.. ...... ..... ..... ... READ TO FIND</title><content type='html'>This is really suprising to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i came across this Taxi which had a fucking VCD player and not some cheap one it was fucking Pioneer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was completely shocked with that sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to take some snaps see it if you can digest the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/Taxi%20with%20Vcd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="171" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/320/Taxi%20with%20Vcd.jpg" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i think you can answer the question which is put up in the title.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is shocking....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/Taxi%20with%20Vcd.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113458263000640361?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113458263000640361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113458263000640361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113458263000640361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113458263000640361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2005/12/india-is-it-developed-or-under.html' title='India is it Developed or Under developed or Developing.. ...... ..... ..... ... READ TO FIND'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113453150219526401</id><published>2005-12-13T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T19:38:22.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian Airlines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/17_indian_airlines.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/17_indian_airlines.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="194" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/320/17_indian_airlines.gif" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Bad Bad Bad Bad Bad Bad Bad Bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the worst airlines i have ever flown in my life. Indian Airlines have pathetic service and yes only one goo thing that i got to see Sanjeev Kapoor and Markand Deshpande. Don't think that if there is Sanjeev Kapoor is on the flight that means the food has to be good and very delicious I bet Sanjeev himself must have puked after he ate it. I must tell you that if you think that Markand Deshpande has a bad personality then you are wrong. Yes he does look bad but he has his own personality. Beleive it or not Sanjeev Kapoor was flying Economy class. When I saw i thought he must be flying First class but I was wrong. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the flight was really bad. It made such a lot of noise that my ears needed to be checked after i landed. The landing and take off were really bad. The fight kept on shaking for 1 hour and 30 minutes. It was really bad and I was particularly very unhappy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you take my advice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please dont fly Indian Airlines   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113453150219526401?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113453150219526401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113453150219526401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113453150219526401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113453150219526401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2005/12/indian-airlines.html' title='Indian Airlines'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113447619077334556</id><published>2005-12-13T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T03:31:08.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delhi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/Taj%20Mahal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner at Taj.. Eating Samosa with a fork and knife.. and also after freezing in the cold winter of Agra.&lt;br /&gt;I was off to our capital. This ride was worst then even the ride after the 26/7 deluge happened in mumbai. All the road had was cracks and stones. It was very uneven. But after I reached Mathura we caught the highway and the road was quite better than the one before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Rashtrapati Bhavan believe if you have not seen it then you are missing out in seeing one of the most beautiful structures in India. Yes I agree that there are many other thing that are much more beautiful than that. But if half our money goes there than I think it is worth seeing our building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the White House and also the Rashtrapati Bhavan now if I am supposed to vote for the best building on an overall basis then I shall vote for our capital...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for national pride or anything but for real beauty ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya our capital has good chicks seriously I must tell you they have good gals....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113447619077334556?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113447619077334556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113447619077334556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113447619077334556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113447619077334556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2005/12/delhi.html' title='Delhi'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113446497007754851</id><published>2005-12-13T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T01:09:30.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taj View Dinner</title><content type='html'>That Taj was really beautiful and also tiring. Well it was not just the Taj it was both the Taj and Agra Fort the walking and Standing for explanations was really tiring for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached Taj View ( My Hotel) at sone t time around 5:30 and was really shit hungry. Went to my room and had 30 min. rest and was down in the lobby looking for the restaurant. And what do I come to know the dinner time is at 7:30 I was hungry and wanted to hog like anything for my stomach was growling like a hungry Lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to enter the 24 hours coffee shop and ordered for a Dal Mkhani ( I hope the spelling is right) and also I in my state of excitement ordered for Samosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the order arrived I was struck to receive 4 huge (Extra Huge) sized samosa. And yes I was served it with a knife and fork. AM I SUPPOSED TO EAT MY SAMOSA WITH &lt;strong&gt;KNIFE AND A FORK. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I start with the fork in my right hand and the knife in my left hand. I felt like I am going to dissect an animal that day. I was so shocked to see my self having my own local food Samosa by dissecting it and really cutting it with a knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways that was okay still but think about this when the bill came the damn thing was for 100 bucks I was shicked and felt Like killing that waiter for giving me a 100Rs bill for my local food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must say that samosa were one of the best I had ever tasted in my life till now......&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113446497007754851?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113446497007754851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113446497007754851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113446497007754851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113446497007754851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2005/12/taj-view-dinner.html' title='Taj View Dinner'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113444452710884826</id><published>2005-12-12T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T19:24:27.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taj Mahal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/1600/Taj%20Mahal.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3043/1757/320/Taj%20Mahal.0.jpg" width="335" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAJ MAHAL ------ Architecture Par excellence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An architure beauty which can even now give shame to many worlds best monuments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After flying down to Delhi I drove down to agra and checked in to my Hotel Taj View and after round about 5 min I was off to see the Taj Mahal.&lt;br /&gt;After a quick refreshment in the Hotel I was in my car again for a journey to the Taj Mahal. Reached there in 30 minutes. After parking my car I was insearch of a guide and after a lot of arguments and bargaining I found one who agreed for a good price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh the tickets are cheap for Indians and very expensive for the Foreigner. What do you expect it to be for an Indian. I first thought it would be free for us to go but realised that I have to give 20 bucks for myself and what about the foreigners it is a mind boggling 750 Rs. I was shocked and I thought when you travel to other countries we even have to pay double the cost of tickets which in rupees comes to a very high amount. I recollect this incidence when I had gone to Disney land (New York) I found out that we had to pay about 10 to 15 $ more than the American National citizen. I now realized that even India does it to an extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ways I entered the taj mahal which to my mind is very beautiful (read costly). Made of various stones collected from various parts of the world and carved to gather to make it look really beautiful and costly. I cam to know that Shah Jahan never wanted to stop from making another Taj Mahal that one in black and for him self but his cruel son Aurangzeb never let him do his way. I wish he would allow it then we would have 2 twin Taj in our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there is a lot of security in the Taj and also in other areas such as the Agra fort and the Akbars tomb. In the Taj they do not allow people to go above in the place where there are rooms to stay and also a place where Shah Jahan once sat and saw his wife Mumtaz buried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very beautiful place to see but I can easily say that the Indian history is one of the most interesting to read and know about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEAUTIFUL VERY BEAUTIFUL ....&lt;br /&gt;A must see for every Indian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes one more thing Never buy anything for the given price there has to be more than 50 % to 75% discount some where.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113444452710884826?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113444452710884826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113444452710884826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113444452710884826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113444452710884826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2005/12/taj-mahal.html' title='Taj Mahal'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113444309857211445</id><published>2005-12-12T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T19:04:58.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kingfisher Airlines</title><content type='html'>How many from here think that Kingfisher Airlines is not so good and will prefer to travel via Indian Airlines or say the Jet Airways. I would like to tell you that you have totally misunderstood the concept of Kingfisher Airlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By far after travelling almost all national airlines i can easily say that Kingfisher is a cut above the rest. The pilots are really one of the best available and the Airhostess one of the most beautiful available. No jokes here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can easliy list down 5 reasons for flying kingfisher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nice aircrafts&lt;br /&gt;2. Nice pilots&lt;br /&gt;3. Nice Airhostess&lt;br /&gt;4. Nice food&lt;br /&gt;5. Nice infight entertainment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more if you  wanna experince it then you can easily fly kingfisher and experince the good times (Really good times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that i am not going to fly any other airlines except Kingfisher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope they go international&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113444309857211445?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113444309857211445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113444309857211445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113444309857211445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113444309857211445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2005/12/kingfisher-airlines.html' title='Kingfisher Airlines'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113444229136952641</id><published>2005-12-12T18:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T18:51:31.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dehli and Agra</title><content type='html'>Hi blogging after a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had gone to Dehli and Agra (Yes to see the Taj Mahal). The Taj is very beautiful (read costly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to elaborate my trip in different posts soo keep reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113444229136952641?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113444229136952641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113444229136952641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113444229136952641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113444229136952641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2005/12/dehli-and-agra_13.html' title='Dehli and Agra'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113421645677619835</id><published>2005-12-10T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T04:07:36.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My college has turned into a school</title><content type='html'>I hope you guys must be remembering the good old school days when you reach college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i witnessed it in my degree college today itself. There was a lecture after our break which I to my own suprise attended. The lecture started with seeing our HOD's face. This is really boring that he comes and tells that you people are kids and need to be spoon fed from day 1. What do you expect him to tell us... He makes us sit at different places and also that he makes sure that 2 best friends are not sitting togather. He makes us feel such that we are in school man i got bugged big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes there was one more big controversy in our class and man i enjoyed it like anything. I was like just tooooo good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will clear the thing afterwards i am in great hurry right now............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ease&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113421645677619835?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113421645677619835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113421645677619835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113421645677619835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113421645677619835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-college-has-turned-into-school.html' title='My college has turned into a school'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113420042125032317</id><published>2005-12-09T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T02:32:38.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>What the fu** have I posted in the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have posted things which i wanted to but very stupidly i think i forgot to have the spelling test done before i post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted all this stuff before i went to sleep that means what ever i have written can be full of grammatical blunders. I think it is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya. it is i just read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ways sorry for all that blunders readers. and also sorry for many more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna post about my college being like a school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will do it in some time Rejoice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ease&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113420042125032317?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113420042125032317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113420042125032317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113420042125032317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113420042125032317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2005/12/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113406130332951706</id><published>2005-12-08T08:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T09:01:43.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bhai panga ........</title><content type='html'>This happend after my college ended on Tuesday......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my college ends i was as usaul in font of my or should i say our Sanwhich wallah i was just standing there and enjoying my Cheese grill sandwhich suddendly this guy on the bike comes very fast tells some thing to a guy sitting with his really bad loooking or should i say "Orthodox" type female and suddendly that  guy gets up says bye bye to his gal and runs of in his bike following that guy who came berfore.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This follows by that first bike guy to came back twice or say thirce to get some guy or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end the guy whom he had a fight with him comes in his car right in fornt of collge and says to some stupid gay looking guy that he has got a punishment for him laughing and will suffer if he does it again and will get hit if he does ir tries do anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that guy says sorry and all and tries to ruch his bike but ends up getting scared and falls from his bike.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows what some jerks can do to some other jerk in the country.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not help laughing at seeing this whole scene.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why i posted it ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ease&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113406130332951706?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113406130332951706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113406130332951706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113406130332951706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113406130332951706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2005/12/bhai-panga_08.html' title='Bhai panga ........'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113405986594113585</id><published>2005-12-08T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T08:37:49.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very scary link</title><content type='html'>You need to go this link reader...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://trunks.secondfoundation.org/files/psychic.swf" target="_blank"&gt;http://trunks.secondfoundation.org/files/psychic.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113405986594113585?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113405986594113585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113405986594113585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113405986594113585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113405986594113585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2005/12/very-scary-link.html' title='Very scary link'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113405958234006754</id><published>2005-12-08T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T08:53:15.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How difficult is it to wake up!!!!</title><content type='html'>I know that some people reading my blog will be very suprised to hear that i cant wake up early in the morning and go to attend college at 7:15 in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know if this read by some one in my college all they are going to say is that they getup earlier than what i do and still manage to come on time.. and i like a lazy fat ass doesnt even care to come even if i stay more closer than 90% of the class people. My class is a place that is so full of controversies that had it been liquid than the ocean would have been  smaller to fill it up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have some dumb ego clashes and some have attitude problem some think that the other person is a dumba and to arrogant and aggressive and the other feels that that person is a big time Foolish person and has no sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do support the person who thinks that the others are fools coz to an extent he is true and also is my good friend. But still you have some kind of controversies and also that there are some places where the past plays a big role in the whole story...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the only thing I can be happy about is that I am luky enough not to be involved in any controversies currently though I had a share of my cake before but I think i have already excreated it out a long time back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These controversies is very funny to be on the viewers end but very hurting when you are at the receving end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all this has a bit of point ... That is all people have some thing or the else but they dont take it a higher level... Like some stupid characters undertake........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113405958234006754?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113405958234006754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113405958234006754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113405958234006754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113405958234006754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-difficult-is-it-to-wake-up.html' title='How difficult is it to wake up!!!!'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113375874198435872</id><published>2005-12-04T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T21:41:22.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After A Long TIME</title><content type='html'>Hello people..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging after a long time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy playing the new game Rise of Nations which i have bought and i finished the damn game by conqering the whole world..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun during it but counldn't resist finding the cheats for the game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game is nice but has its own limititations. It is a bit slow at some times the damn technologies is so slow when researching. The TOUGHEST army is comparitivly very easy to defeat. If you see games such as the C&amp;C Generals Zero Hour the hardest army is a bit difficult to defeat and also that the army has a different way to play in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall it is a very easy game to play. Had fun during the play..     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am searching new strategy games if you  know any then please tell me...    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Ease&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113375874198435872?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113375874198435872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113375874198435872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113375874198435872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113375874198435872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2005/12/after-long-time.html' title='After A Long TIME'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113326991401769691</id><published>2005-11-29T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T20:47:00.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I finished my homework</title><content type='html'>I posted about my homework last time and told you people that I will give you some details about the homework. Well here i am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The homework was that i was supposed to submit 2 essays about 1. Loyalty and 2. Co-operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The standpoints were as we have to support are form this were 1. Loyalty is it worth or not. and for the second essay it was Co-operation is good for ones progress or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But any ways now i gave it now chuch it and have fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113326991401769691?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113326991401769691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113326991401769691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113326991401769691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113326991401769691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-finished-my-homework.html' title='I finished my homework'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113318528728668303</id><published>2005-11-28T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T05:41:27.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMEWORK IN F.Y.B.M.M</title><content type='html'>Wellll i have heard of many things in BMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But suddendly one of my friends calls up and tells me that we have to sumbit a HOMEWORK tomorrow and tomorrow is the last day.  I am still upset with the words H.W which i had apperently heard or gone through in my 7th or say the 8th standard and what do i expect from my very dear college I have &lt;strong&gt;to do &lt;/strong&gt;Homework and sumbit it the next day. I thought is there any sort of punishment that i shall under go if i refeuse to do the homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The homework is pretty easy and dumb for me but i am still in a wonder of the word Homework used by our teachers and he/she expects us to see what that means man it is seriously so stupid for us to sit and write the whole stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ways shall post about the homework and the pain i undergo during the completion of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113318528728668303?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113318528728668303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113318528728668303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113318528728668303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113318528728668303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2005/11/homework-in-fybmm.html' title='HOMEWORK IN F.Y.B.M.M'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113310443518725783</id><published>2005-11-27T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T07:13:55.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lecture with the marketing head of RIL.</title><content type='html'>This is at first very boring for most of the students A lecture on Sunday but who cares any ways.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecture was on marketing and we were been taught by Rahul Mishra i thought he must be having a lot of knowledge and wont even bring a book but come empty handed except for a small book. But he in turn brings a damn whole laptop and starts teaching us from his IBM Thinkpad. So at my first look I thought this guys seems to be a very professional and those kind of people.  But was a dissappointed by the fact that he had a good old powerpoint presentation which was actually from the net and also that he was reading and giving us some exaples in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very funny way of teaching and i feel that instead of reading form the Notebook why does'nt he just give us the presentation and let the students disscuss about the issues of marketing it shall make his jos much easier that what he is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end i think that the lecture was a Grade B++ type of lecture and to much to what my expectations were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113310443518725783?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113310443518725783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113310443518725783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113310443518725783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113310443518725783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2005/11/lecture-with-marketing-head-of-ril.html' title='A lecture with the marketing head of RIL.'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113301405583919869</id><published>2005-11-26T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T04:37:06.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn</title><content type='html'>That game is refusing to work man that is so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called up an uncle {He supplies me the game and stuff} and whar does he tell me "He says that he has never encontered this type of problems in this type and he cant solve the fucking problem and tells me that you have a problem in your CD and bring it to me and we will see the problem. This is very funny indeed the &lt;strong&gt;game&lt;/strong&gt; doent work man this is very funny and i am not now in any position to blast at anyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pissed .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pissed .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really damn it stupiud fucking damn pissed ......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113301405583919869?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113301405583919869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113301405583919869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113301405583919869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113301405583919869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2005/11/damn.html' title='Damn'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113300566622430179</id><published>2005-11-26T03:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T03:47:46.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need for Speed Most wanted</title><content type='html'>Yaahooooo !!! I have the game berfore it is even launched...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i have not revealed that I am a big time game freak and have completed the Need for Speed series in the hardest level possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I installed the game and damn it doesn't work. I cant possibly see why it does not work but I am trying my level best to slove the problem but some how i cant understand the porb. and cant even solve the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game is damn huge something around 3 GB and is very detailed i played one game at the shop from where i purchased it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am trying to solve the prob. and will blog after i get through that stuff........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113300566622430179?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113300566622430179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113300566622430179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113300566622430179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113300566622430179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2005/11/need-for-speed-most-wanted_26.html' title='Need for Speed Most wanted'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113288757042748150</id><published>2005-11-24T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T18:59:30.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got money....</title><content type='html'>This happened on the 24th of November....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night { 23rdNovember } I was chatting with all my friends on yahoo and msn and suddendly one of my frineds told me that we are supposed to go to college with our fee receipt and the development charges recepit to the office we shall get the refend.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On hearing this is I must have comfirmed about this information thruogh a lot of people and it turned out to be true. We had reach college by 11:00 but i in my state of excitement reached college at 10:49 abd collected the money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be so very funny that my college A college known for taking and swallowing money like anything is giving back the money and that also in hard cash. The moment i saw the money lying in the enevelope i was more than happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 3 hard notes {2 1000 bucks bills and 1 fiver} man there they were lying in my pockets and i was feeling like Bil Gates at that point of time. For the damn first time i am not feeling like to spend them. They still are lying in my wallet and i have no intentions on spending the money. After all it is my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahooooooooo..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rich and rich and rich..................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113288757042748150?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113288757042748150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113288757042748150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113288757042748150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113288757042748150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-got-money.html' title='I got money....'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113288672300152350</id><published>2005-11-24T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T18:45:23.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ad goofs</title><content type='html'>1} The Fair and handsome Fairness cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cream which has been introduced for men.In the ad of you see carefully you will realise that the guy after applying the cream seems to have a waxing done on all his face I think applying the cream is useless just shave and wax your face you will surely be more fair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2} Coke {Coca Cola}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the recent ad campain in India done by the giant Coca Cola Company. The slogan they follow is "Piya sar utha ke" .......If this is true than i think all the shops hotels and vendors will have to stop selling the drink with a straw.. The simple reason is that being if you drink it with a straw the Slogan will be changed to "piyo sar jukha ke" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3} The Ford Fiesta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the advertisements such as the Banners and Posters they have put up in and around most of the Metropolitan cities Abhishek Bachan was signed for some whopping cores and what does he say to the media "He has no idea of what and for why was he chosen for the car as the brand ambassador". I mean to say that atleast should have given some reply instead of saying that he is in a hurry to go for some shoot in the other part of mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows how much is he capable of and what his real personality is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do good looking people really have STONES instead of BRAINS.  Or is he good looking or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113288672300152350?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113288672300152350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113288672300152350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113288672300152350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113288672300152350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2005/11/ad-goofs.html' title='Ad goofs'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113275359706298894</id><published>2005-11-23T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T05:46:37.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New buses in mumbai !! REJOICE</title><content type='html'>Hello people  i just had a ride in what possibly could be the most comfortable means of public transport exsisting in Mumbai currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having travelled in almost all the means of public transport available in the city of mumbai I could easily say that the new range of buses available now in some part of mumbai is  quite up to the mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the small trip i had i could make out these differences in the bus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1} The last seat has more comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2} The bus has its No. Plate at the back also so in case your are running to catch the bus you can be sure which one are you running after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3} The length has increased and also the width of the bus has increased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4} There is a new and very awardly put bar in the middle of 3rd or the 4th seats which result in a obstacle for someone seated on the 4th seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5} The paint is quite good and I hope it lasts for a much longer time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6} The suspension is quite good i could hardly hit any bounces during my trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7} The engine is quite smooth and refined {DONT LAUGH}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end one could have a much relaxed ride than what he would have in the normal BEST bus in mumbai. I think the BEST department should introduced more of these buses on the roads.&lt;br /&gt;When I had last gathered information about these buses they were on the roads since a long time and are taking rounds in the south of mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you people have already taken a ride in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113275359706298894?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113275359706298894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113275359706298894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113275359706298894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113275359706298894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-buses-in-mumbai-rejoice.html' title='New buses in mumbai !! REJOICE'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19234742.post-113272917226206972</id><published>2005-11-22T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T07:18:08.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>I had a lot of trouble with this blog right now but i hope to rectify it soon ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ways i would like to give an introduction about myself ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Niket Dave from Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently pursuing BMM in SIES college..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that will be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19234742-113272917226206972?l=niketdave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/feeds/113272917226206972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19234742&amp;postID=113272917226206972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113272917226206972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19234742/posts/default/113272917226206972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niketdave.blogspot.com/2005/11/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Nikxdave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905390011687649295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
