<?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-944096414395704426</id><updated>2011-08-02T12:31:05.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My space</title><subtitle type='html'>This is all about my life and how I am wasting it!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tOm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563938562077211849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SGc6uSrE8HI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qeCks2djv-c/S220/DSCN1906t.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944096414395704426.post-4414659804796685738</id><published>2010-03-16T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T02:44:06.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing for change..... wow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is pure music. Soulful, touching and amazing voices. It's a rarity that such music is still created. Those singing this song are not any great stars, believe me, they are a mix of common people and unaccomplished musicians  who have not come into limelight for numerous reasons. Their unique voices have the pain and feelings that such a composition basically needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an amazing effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checkout www.playingforchange.com for more info&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.playingforchange.com/player/widget.swf?episode=2" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" height="360" width="460"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944096414395704426-4414659804796685738?l=tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/feeds/4414659804796685738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=944096414395704426&amp;postID=4414659804796685738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/4414659804796685738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/4414659804796685738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/2010/03/playing-for-change-wow.html' title='Playing for change..... wow!'/><author><name>tOm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563938562077211849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SGc6uSrE8HI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qeCks2djv-c/S220/DSCN1906t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944096414395704426.post-5809104656866359550</id><published>2010-03-11T22:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:30:51.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satire of the day</title><content type='html'>I was commenting on the status of a friend on Facebook with some other guy. And this guy was indeed a very staunch supporter of the ruling Gujarat Govt and I realized how shallow these people have become!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 years after the riots when the accused leader was summoned to the court, many of pro fascist party's supporters seem to be hurt and bewildered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"What? Why? It's 8 years ..... C'mon!!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how they deal with the reality....... which I just realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victim: &lt;b&gt; "I lost my family in the riots...... my Mom, my Dad........ my young sister was raped. I lost everything." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pro fascist party's supporter:&lt;b&gt; "Aaaaw c'mon, that was so long back........check out the new roads, malls and facilities coming up in your city. They are so cool! Forget those heinous crimes... and lets celebrate the development happening around us. Woah.... look at that amazing flyover!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victim: &lt;b&gt; "But what about the things I have lost? How can you be so insensitive towards it?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pro fascist party's supporter: &lt;b&gt; "C'mon yaar. Shit happens! Even Hitler killed people and the other party during their rule also killed a lot of people. So, it's just part of the game. Chill!" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victim:&lt;b&gt;  "So that's how you justify what happened to all our brethren and families"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pro fascist party's supporter: &lt;b&gt; "Yeah dude, what's the big deal. You are getting foreign investment in your city. Though I know you don't give a rat's ass about that, but that surely justifies the rape your sister and whatever hell happened to the rest of your family"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pro fascist party Zindabad!! \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944096414395704426-5809104656866359550?l=tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/feeds/5809104656866359550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=944096414395704426&amp;postID=5809104656866359550&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/5809104656866359550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/5809104656866359550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/2010/03/satire-of-day.html' title='Satire of the day'/><author><name>tOm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563938562077211849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SGc6uSrE8HI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qeCks2djv-c/S220/DSCN1906t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944096414395704426.post-4923505568828331843</id><published>2010-03-11T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T04:50:17.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BSNL - Bhangaar Sanchar Nigam Ltd</title><content type='html'>&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flyyoufools.com/the-birth-of-captain-broadband"&gt;&lt;img alt="indian comics, webcomic, free comics, online indian comics, jokes" src="http://www.flyyoufools.com/wp-content/2010/01/188-slow-internet-connection-comic.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flyyoufools.com/"&gt;Fly You Fools&lt;/a&gt; - Indian Comics about Life.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944096414395704426-4923505568828331843?l=tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/feeds/4923505568828331843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=944096414395704426&amp;postID=4923505568828331843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/4923505568828331843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/4923505568828331843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/2010/03/bsnl-hangaar-sanchar-nigam-ltd.html' title='BSNL - Bhangaar Sanchar Nigam Ltd'/><author><name>tOm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563938562077211849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SGc6uSrE8HI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qeCks2djv-c/S220/DSCN1906t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944096414395704426.post-1862566175656745530</id><published>2009-12-07T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T08:33:50.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tried to bell the CAT. Alas, I forgot the bell back home!</title><content type='html'>Now, this is funny. Today, I appeared for India's second toughest exam and surprising as it seems, I finished the test in half the time. &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/laughing6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; However, I should admit the fact that it was not a very proud moment for me as I was not able to answer half the questions on the test. &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/sad21.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the time I was doing my engineering, I had made up my mind. Some day I will appear for the CAT, get a call from IIM A, complete my post grad there and join some fancy company that will pay me mega bucks for doing nothing. &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/glasses15.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Completed my engineering, started working and shunned the idea. But still, whenever I would read reports of IIM grads being placed in MNCs with astronomical pay packages, I would sit and ponder upon my next move. &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/confused12.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, this year, I decided to prepare for the GMAT, a test for gaining admissions to B schools abroad. GMAT is relatively easier to crack and so, I decided to retouch my basics by joining a well known coaching center, Endeavour. Turns out, they were just after my money. Or maybe, after being away from books for such a long period my brains couldn't adapt to the fact that I had to solve equations and comprehend passages with words that can't be pronounced. Gradually, after completing the coaching, I shunned that idea too. &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/disdain2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come November, the CAT adverts were all around the news, something that has become a kind of a ritual. More so, because for the first time in the history of the test, it was going to be held online. So again, I was tempted. I pondered on it for a long time. But, finally gave into my heart's desire. I did register for the test alright, but didn't prepare. I had even got some reference materials from one of my friend. But, it just lay there in my room. My mom finally, got sick of it and dumped it in my cupboard. I am glad she didn't dump it anywhere else as it had the CAT admit card (which I realized the night before the test). LOL. &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/laughing18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th December was the date I picked up as this was the last day for the test. Somehow, I had fantasized that during the rest of the days, the media and the newspapers would leak out some questions about the CAT or there would be some amazing miracle which enables me to crack the CAT. Unfortunately, nothing of that sort happened. &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/sad7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th Dec, Monday, an excuse to stay away from office.  The previous evening, I was out till 11.30 PM, chilling out with friends on the highway while others mugged up the formulas. I had decided, I ain't going to prepare for something in a day that the whole country does for a whole year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was insane and impossible. I just wanted to appear for the test. Nothing to lose. &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/celebrate4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, early morning, I rush to the center. We were told to come to the center  almost 2 hours in advance to clear the check in process, i.e., 8 AM for the test at 10 AM. I reached at 8.30 AM. Venue: Vishwakarma Engineering college, Chandkheda. Contrary to the huge crowd that I expected there, it was scarily deserted. The guard told me that the check in had already begun. Who cares? The test is at 10 AM. I strutted along. &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/aloofandbored2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the check in  process is quite stringent. I felt as if I was entering the HQ of RAW. &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/confused0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First I had to remove my watch, Cell-phone, key and even my pen and submit it to the guard, followed by a physical check-up. The lab that I was allotted to was a dump with 24 computers lined and no space even to breath. The class was amazingly silent. All the students had already taken their seats and were busy memorizing stuff. I took my seat and checked out my PC. Unfortunately, it was working. Damn. &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/angry5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, the invigilator called upon me. I had to how them my ID proof, the admit card and submit my fingerprints for identification purposes. That done, he announced that we could go out of the classrooms and take a break till 9.30 AM. What a relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.30 AM, everyone's back. and the invigilator announced some basic dos and don'ts. Sharp 10.00 AM, we start. I had decided to apply the strategy of the movie, 'The beautiful mind'. For every question, I would check out all the options, close my eyes and then mark the option that appeared in my mind more than once. It is indeed stupid, but with this strategy, I was able to attempt most of my questions with almost an hour to spare. LOL. &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/glasses15.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had also given us a  4 page 'Scratch paper' to solve the mathematical questions and other calculations. I did my own bit to decrease global warming and used just one side of the first page. Other relentless buggers scribbled on all the four pages. Damn!! &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/angry23.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, 12.30 PM was the time when the test was supposed to end and I had to sit there the whole time pretending to solve imaginary equations. Another bad thing about this test was that I could not relax and even stretch myself. The computers were so close to each other that any movement you make seemed like an attempt to peek into your neighbor's PC and would lead to your disqualification. I somehow managed to while my time reviewing the answers and pondering over those that I had no clue about. &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/foolish0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, when I had approx 5 minutes left on the clock, I ended the test. I was the first candidate to give in the papers. Slowly, people had started to realize that it was about time and that test that they had been preparing for almost an year was finally done with.I was not sad or upset. I was  actually glad that finally, I had tried to bell the CAT. &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/celebrate11.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately, if I had not left the bell back home (read 'prepared for the test')&lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/sad7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I could have actually hoped to make it to the IIM A (not for the chai, ofcourse). &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/aloofandbored0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944096414395704426-1862566175656745530?l=tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/feeds/1862566175656745530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=944096414395704426&amp;postID=1862566175656745530&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/1862566175656745530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/1862566175656745530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/2009/12/tried-to-bell-cat-alas-i-forgot-bell-at.html' title='Tried to bell the CAT. Alas, I forgot the bell back home!'/><author><name>tOm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563938562077211849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SGc6uSrE8HI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qeCks2djv-c/S220/DSCN1906t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944096414395704426.post-1248686209258243755</id><published>2009-12-03T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T23:25:14.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Mumbai........... down the memory lane!</title><content type='html'>Aah…… Did I mention? I had a great time this Diwali. Like every year, this year too our church’s student group had a meeting in Mumbai where youngsters from all over Mumbai and the nearby regions come along for worship, study and service (well, that’s actually the purpose).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months back, all the churches in Gujarat were bifurcated and separated from the Mumbai region and we were elevated to the status of a separate diocese itself. Proud moment eh!! Not exactly. This meant that we were no longer a part of the conferences in Mumbai which we had grown to like and anticipated eagerly, all year long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, I had made some gem of friends in such conferences and this time too, I decided to go there instead of being at another conference being held at Udaipur for which our region had been invited. I did not want to start the whole process of making new friends, interacting with new people and starting all over again. I have Facebook for that. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we five long lost friends (i.e. Me, Jojy, Glori, Sumi and Julie) decided to meet again at the Mumbai conference and have a whale of time. Me and Sumi would be boarding the train from Gujarat, and would meet the rest of them at Mumbai. That was the plan. So here goes…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started from here on a Friday morning, boarded a train, with both mine and Suni’s tickets. She was to board from Bharuch but her ticket was from Ahmedabad. Fortunately, the TT did not check her whereabouts and so her seat was not given to someone else. 3 hours into the journey, she joined in from Bharuch. It was already 10.30 AM in the morning. I had started at around 6.30 AM so couldn’t have any breakfast. The almighty heard my prayers and Sumi’s mom had packed some breakfast. Well, we went on. 3.45 PM was the time we would reach Dadar, I think, and Jojy (the big shot from Dubai) would come to receive us. Miraculously, the train on time and Jojy was there to pick us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go ahead, let me introduces these 2 characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumi, is literally a child, a cuddly toy. She has this cute way of getting her way with her Bambi eyes which leads to me and Jojy tugging her huge bags almost everytime. This time was no different. However, fortunately for us, her bag was smaller in size. I had warned her a couple of weeks before this journey itself that if her bag was bigger than any of us, I would kick her out of the moving train……. And it helped. Nevertheless, it was heavy. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jojy, our big shot from Dubai (say Doofaai), is a resident of Mumbai. We met at a conference in Vashi a few years back and instantly hit it on. Jojy, last time was literally a balloon. He had put on so much weight that we could exemplify the shape 'round' with him. He works in Doofaai, the land of endless opportunities for all mallu. Every year, he would fly back to India to attend this conference. He is indeed very attached to it. He is looking for a ‘sundar’ and ‘susheel’ mallu girl and looks to settle down, probably next year (ROFL). Jojy is a girl’s man. He is a smooth talker and gives in easily to pretty smiles and Bambi eyes. Needless to say, he lugged her bag. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, from Dadar, we had to go to Kalina where Julie lived and from there we had to go to Vashi where Gloria would join us. After a short journey in the Mumbai Local train, we were at Santa Cruz from where we boarded a rick to Kalina. We still din’t have our lunch. Our initial plan was to go to Kalina, get Julie, who would get back from her office around 5 PM and then roam around in Bandra or some other good place and by 7 leave for Vashi. By the time, we reached Julie’s place, we got the news that she is still not in and would arrive by 6 and so we dropped our plans of sight seeing. Julie’s mom is a darling. She made us some delicious pakodas and we just sat there and talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost 6PM, so we decided to start with a game of UNO. It was 6.30PM and Julie still was no where in sight. Jojy called in to check and she said that she has already started. We expected her in 20 mins. I, in the mean time, was mastering the game of UNO with Jojy and Sumi. 7PM, and Julie finally arrives and that too in a saree. A girl whom we have always seen in a Jeans and Tees, she looked good in a saree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/aIf-F-TSJvnkrComyjltMQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/St6ZlXZYVnI/AAAAAAAAE0U/R31ctpHIpyk/s288/DSC03121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/chicslayer/Ac09?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;ac09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Let me introduce Julie. Julie is a brat. She’s like the ring leader. Tomboy looks and always up for masti. She’s been a regular in church activities and commands good respect among the MGOCSM office bearers. A kid by heart but mature by brains. A no nonsense girl and always has the last say in things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was dead tired but still we asked her to get going as we had already got some threatening calls from Gloria who had changed her schedule to join us at Vashi. We asked her to come to Kurla, where we will all meet and leave for Vashi from there. Hurriedly, we packed our bags at 7.30 PM, to get to Kurla as we had promised to meet her in 15 mins, which is exactly the time it takes in a rick from Julie’s place to Kurla station. We did realize that it was a day before Diwali and the infamous crowd of working class people were out in the streets shopping for Diwali goodies. The rick stopped almost half a kilometer away from the Station as the road was blocked and choc-a-block with enthused shoppers. Me and Jojy rushed to the station just in time to get the tickets and meet up with Gloria, who we expected to be fuming with anger. Fortunately, that didn’t happen. She was just smiling away, maybe she was cursing us in her heart! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria; beautiful, suave and composed. Looks like an angel but a devil within. She’s another ring leader in all kinds of masti and no one even suspects her. Damn! Very moody but loads of fun. She’s always up for some prank anytime of the day. Easily irritated (by me and Jojy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally, we all meet up, hug each other and wait for last local to Vashi. We missed 3 trains because of the crowd. But finally, we had to board one. We expected this to be a little less congested, but unfortunately, it was late for a few minutes and a huge crowd had already descended on the platform. I feared the worst. And I was right. The train halted and before I could realize what was happening, the people were all in. I was hesitant but all of them were already in, I hurriedly grabbed on to the door and two other guys hung on to my bag. They were hanging dangerously outside and were constantly urging me to move into the compartment. And forget me, even if a fly could have made it through that crowd, I would have tried; it was jam packed. After a few stations, I was able to push myself in, still no place to move. I felt violated. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 20 mins of hell, we finally arrived at Vashi station. Sigh of relief. Took a rick and reached the bus depot, from where according to Jojy, the church was just a stone’s throw away. And so we walked, and walked and walked some more. No church in sight. Another group of youngsters from Jojy’s church joined us. So, there were almost 15 of us and we were still walking. Given an opportunity, I could have pounced on Jojy and killed him at that very instant but due to too many witnesses, I just walked. And finally, after 30 mins of walking, we were there. The time was already 10.30 PM and we were hungry and tired and almost dead. The only saving grace was, we were finally together. We kept our luggage in the church and walked onto a nearby restaurant, Sanjog. This restaurant was a special one. Few years back, we had gone to this same place around 9 of us after the conference, had food, got a bit tipsy and had a whale of time. This time too, the food was good, the ambience better and the company priceless. We gulped down the food and made our way back to the church for a good night’s sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, we were up just in time to attend the morning sessions. Caught up with a few familiar faces but the rest of them were all new. Unlike the rest of the years, it was hard to find someone we actually knew. Well, anyways, we had our breakfast and settled in Gloria had left for her office as she had report there for half day. By noon, the seniors, including us, thought of creating a group of ourselves and instead of attending the sessions, have a session of our own. &lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/E7ussahRb0dXpopbHbfjog?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/St6a-mhz7WI/AAAAAAAAE-E/JI-Da_M1dFA/s288/DSC01709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/chicslayer/Ac09?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;ac09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; After lunch, Gloria came back and even Sophie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie, Gloria’s elder sibling, is my evil twin. She is a fantastic singer and a big prankster. She’s getting married in a few months so this was the last conference she would probably attending. All the 3 days, she was hooked on to her phone talking to her beau. She was more calm this time and I hated it. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By evening, we all stealthily made our way into the room where the choir was practicing and had a great time playing UNO. I thought of showing off my expertise in the game there but alas, I was playing with a National champs, Gloria, Jisha and Jojy. Damn. &lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ixii7LhMNQqDSAdsVtCSvw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/St6bUnXR-oI/AAAAAAAAFAc/_skPYrWXpOs/s288/DSC01723.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/chicslayer/Ac09Part2?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;ac09 part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Soon, it was almost nightfall and so we attended a session,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/chicslayer/Ac09?feat=embedwebsite#5394920227483597506"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/St6bXQa6usI/AAAAAAAAFAw/Plkgq52Pz0M/s288/DSC01728.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/sredir?uname=chicslayer&amp;amp;target=ALBUM&amp;amp;id=5394918157290649409&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; to mark our presence and then retired after the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, Sunday, early morning mass. Jojy had left for his home to meet some guests who were there to meet the big time lad from Doofai. It was probably a traditional meeting to check out the boy from some marriage proposals. &lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VOvP47Id_B98MqXGALlyFA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/St6b0Dr3R_I/AAAAAAAAFEo/znGTQzhRrxE/s288/DSC03320.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/chicslayer/Ac09?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;ac09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; After the mass, we again slithered out of the church campus with Julie’s big bro to check out some malls in Vashi. Vashi Central, a huge structure, built near the Railway station. Structurally amazing, but not a good place for shopping around. We spent almost 2 hours there, window shopping and even had our lunch there at a restaurant in the mall. It sucked, big time. &lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VnRZ7ry2DLP3sCFloZh9jQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SxePd1Z_TAI/AAAAAAAAFgk/AYd4y0246g4/s288/mall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/chicslayer/Ac09?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;ac09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Around 4, we hopped in back to the church. Gathered again for a game of UNO and then attended a session to mark our whole day’s presence. Dinner was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/anYMReX5PJRefGNRdQf-Nw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SxeO961b_nI/AAAAAAAAFgg/hlHLPO7l56I/s288/dinner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/chicslayer/Ac09?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;ac09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; I went around to talk to a friend and these people secretly filmed me and left for Ice cream without even letting me know. Damn, selfish buggers. Sophie was, well, still on the phone. LOL. Then, it was followed by a great Talent night and performance by Divine Ragas. &lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0RChfZ-XgNJUyonNMZi-5Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/St6cpCvr4TI/AAAAAAAAFLE/r8xyq1GCRBk/s288/DSC03428.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/chicslayer/Ac09?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;ac09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Total fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, Julie and Sophie had to leave for some wedding and it was down to just 4 of us, me, Jojy, Gloria and Sumi. Fortunately, being the last day, the organizers had arranged a trip to Khargar hills, a tourist spot with a waterfall (it was imaginary, as we found out later). &lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fngR-fIW4lI6vpsTcJPT6w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/St6djUQkzvI/AAAAAAAAFQ0/VT3UY89QiZc/s288/DSC03517.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/chicslayer/Ac09?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;ac09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Everyone of us was up at 6.30 AM to board on the bus and leave for the spot which was a half hour drive from Vashi. However, the bus only came at around 7.30 AM, and the sun was already out. Nevertheless, we had a great time at the hills, a long trek, followed by a great session of photography &lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TBf_JZJTZGf7Z4IhejH7Sg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/St6dpbg_XZI/AAAAAAAAFRo/ujSZeAkvkCo/s288/DSC03529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/chicslayer/Ac09?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;ac09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; that ended with some hot herbal tea (only the chai patti was herbal. We were actually duped).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/3jS1hXQdN8rRSekIRvQjwg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/St6fNmLzT1I/AAAAAAAAFWg/IrlviZDjUNo/s288/DSC03602.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/chicslayer/Ac09?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;ac09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; Back at the church, we had our lunch. Sophie and Julie already left. By evening, most of the people had already started to leave. Sumi had decided to stay back at her cousin’s place in Mumbai, so like last time, I had to travel alone back to Ahmedabad. After the closing ceremony, it was just the 3 of us, Me, Gloria and Jojy. Gloria had to go back to her office to rejoin the next day, but I persuaded her to stay back for a while to give us company. We went for a long walk into the markets of Vashi looking for a place to have dinner and chill out. Finally, at around 7 PM, we decided to come back to the locality near the church as there was a Café Coffee day outlet there. All 3 of us had some coffee, talked a lot, caught up with old memories. It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was time for me to pack up and leave. We went to the bus depot from where Jojy and Gloria boarded the bus to their respective places and with a heavy heart, I bid them goodbye as we just met once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a rick to the other bus stop on the highway from where I had to board a semi sleeper bus to Ahmedabad. This was the first time I was traveling such a long distance in a bus and that too all alone. I had my own inhibitions, but fortunately, the bus ride was comfortable enough and at around 8 AM, I was back in Ahmedabad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, one of the best holidays I ever had. Every year, I look forward to the Diwali holidays just to spend some quality time with my friends. It is wait, which is indeed worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to get back to reality, office!! Damn!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944096414395704426-1248686209258243755?l=tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/feeds/1248686209258243755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=944096414395704426&amp;postID=1248686209258243755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/1248686209258243755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/1248686209258243755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/2009/12/aah-did-i-mention-i-had-great-time-this.html' title='Trip to Mumbai........... down the memory lane!'/><author><name>tOm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563938562077211849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SGc6uSrE8HI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qeCks2djv-c/S220/DSCN1906t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/St6ZlXZYVnI/AAAAAAAAE0U/R31ctpHIpyk/s72-c/DSC03121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944096414395704426.post-6065938314673565985</id><published>2009-12-02T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:19:09.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What hurts the most............</title><content type='html'>Here’s another chapter of my life, down again but still not out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked a girl and she probably liked me. I liked her company and she liked mine. I liked to talk to her and she probably did too. I liked to flirt with her and she probably liked it too. We talked for hours almost everyday. I felt special with all the extra attention and with time, I developed some romantic feelings too. But then, déjà vu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably misread her feelings and had a confrontation. I learned the bitter truth. I was upset. I felt that I had been suddenly left out in the cold. Suddenly, the good times stopped. No calls, no messages, no anything. And I still miss her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, unlike movies, this story does not have a happy ending and so I presume. Suits me, I guess. With almost 4 years of friendship at stake, I wished it to be different and have my voice heard. But alas, wrong person, wrong time and wrong me!! Damn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people never learn and I lead this ‘group of some people’ from the front. LOL!! Enough said……. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professionally, good times for me now. I like the profile and extra responsibilities. Chai at the kitli everyday. Weekends again with friends. Registered for a few entrance tests this year, but lack the preparation. Who cares?! I am just gonna give it for the heck of it. A few weddings to attend, a few bike trips to be realized. Life goes on and everything fell back in place, but……. the memory still remains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944096414395704426-6065938314673565985?l=tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/feeds/6065938314673565985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=944096414395704426&amp;postID=6065938314673565985&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/6065938314673565985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/6065938314673565985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-hurts-most.html' title='What hurts the most............'/><author><name>tOm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563938562077211849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SGc6uSrE8HI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qeCks2djv-c/S220/DSCN1906t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944096414395704426.post-4691101924670667259</id><published>2009-07-23T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T05:27:25.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaisamand lake trip - A trip gone awry</title><content type='html'>Allritey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been almost an year since I had been on a bike ride and I was so looking forward to it. At our unending discussions at the kitli (me, Vinu, Yash, Ryan, Arun and Nishant), we would always discuss our roadtrips on bikes and our fun moments. Somehow, we wanted a roadtrip pretty bad. Last time, we dropped the idea of bikes and went in a cab to Mount Abu instead due to the sweltering heat. The trip was ok kinds and the best part was that we were not exhausted!! This time, with the rains not coming in, our patience was growing thin. We knew that once it rains, it would take us almost 2 more months to go on a long bike trip due to wet roads and oil spills. And so, one day, I put up a proposal of getting on the road, just before the rains. am not always the  first person to agree on roadtrips, however, with my parents at Kerala, there was nothing more enticing. I skyped Ryan to decide on some spots and also skyped Vinu about the idea and he was surprised as I was always who backed out on a trip. Later, in the evening, we met at the kitli and the idea was welcomed by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we had a few issues. Yash's bike had some gear shift problems, so he was skeptical about joining us. Arun has a 100cc bike, so he opted not to take his bike as he would not be able to keep up with our 150cc bikes. Nishant did not have a bike and was pressing on bookng a cab again. However, with mutual discussionns and brain storming sessions at the Kitli, we were able to overcome these hurdles. Finally, Yash and Arun decided to ride pillion. Nishant was averse to the idea of riding pillion as it was his first bike trip, so he decided to get a bike from one of his office coleagues. Ryan had his 350cc bullet all ready after almost 6 months in the garage undergoing some major overhaul. Vaquar just needed the time and place and he would be there. Pushkar (lambu) also showed interest if we were to ride on a Sunday, however, we were sure&lt;br /&gt;to our last breath that he will back out. Typical Lambu. So finally, we all decided to ride on Sunday. Jaisamand lake, Rajasthan was picked as the spot as it was the nearest among&lt;br /&gt;other options and we would be able to ride back on the same day. We met again on Friday at Kitli to finalise the trip. Yash was stiil unsure whether he should get his ZMA. Though we advised him to take it, the Mechanic advised him not to. So now we had 3 pulsars, 1 Bullet and 7 people and we were good to go. Arun was very excited as he would be able to test his newly acquired 25k lens that he got for his SLR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with all set, we met again on saturday nite to decide on the route and chill out. Lambu was there and as usual he backed out citing some antique bike exhibit in the city (lousy excuse). Everyone was there except Ryan. He decided to stay home and sleep early to start early in the morning. Vaquar had been SMSed all the details. However, we still had to decide the route and Ryan usually plans the trip. So, at around 8.30, Yash decided to call him up and ask about the details. And here comes the first shocker. Ryan's first statement is 'Are we going'?! Though we are infamous for cancelling or backing out at the last moment, our last few discussions at the Kitli did not help Ryan realise that we were indeed going. He told Ryan that he did not trust us and told him to call back after 10 pm with the final decision and only then would he fill up fuel in his Gas guzzler for the trip and he hung up. We were surprised, but still, we understood his concern. Vinu was not at the Kitli yet so we decided to wait on him and then confirm with Ryan. Finally Vinu arrived and Me, Pushkar, Yash, Arun, and Brahma started to discuss on the routes that we should opt for the trip. As most of us stayed near the Highway, we decided to assemble at Nishant's place and then leave from there. Yash finally called up Ryan to inform him so that he could reach Nishant's place. And then, the drama unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yash: Ryan, we have decided to start at 6 AM. As we have to go via Chiloda, we should assemble at Nishant's place at ^ and start from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ryan: What? Nishant's place?! No we will go via the airport (which is quite near his place, Maninagar). You guys come down to the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yash: But Ryan, it is nearer from Nishant's place. We can directly get on the highway and reach Chiloda in no time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ryan: No. I won't come there. You guys come to the Airport and we will leave from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yash helplessly looked around and told us what Ryan had to say. I volunteered to talk to him then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Ryan yaar, Nishant leaves just near the highway and 6 of us live right here. So, the airport would be much farther for us. So, the six of us can easily manage to get on from here, so why don't you come down here and join us?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ryan: No. So what if you guys live there. You have to come down to the Airport or else I am backing out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all so pissed off at his snobbish behavior. Even a blind person could make out that Chiloda would be easier to reach from the highway near our place but this guy wanted us to travel all the way to the Airport, which is almost 10 to 12 kms away and join him there to start for Chiloda. Everyone was pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinu thought of talking to him one last time to see whether he agrees. He tried calling, but Ryan had switched off his phone. After trying a few more times, we decided to forget that idiot, lets decide and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the last time we tried, Vinu was able to get through. Ryan was still adamnant. Vinu tried to put some sense into him, but in vain. Well, atlast we asked Ryan to meet us directly at Chiloda at 0615 hrs. We told hm to reacnh via airport and we will reach by the Sarkhej Gandhinagar highway. And that, he agreed, at one condition. He will be there at 0615 hrs, wait for another 5 minutes, if still no one shows up, he will leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The condition surface because Yash and Vinu were famed for being late always. Yash gets late because of his beauty antics and Vinu because of his oversleeping habit. We parted for the day as it was already past 12 AM. We decided to meet at my place at 0515 hrs and then proceed to Nishant's place so that we could reach Chiloda, which is a 40 minute drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 0430 hrs, got my bag ready with first aid and the bike's possesiobn papers as we were travelling out of state. At 0510 hrs, Arun dropped in. He was always on time. No one else was in sight. We waited for a few more minutes and then Yash came in at 0520 hrs. Vinu was still no where in sight. We We decided to wait and wait and wait. We tried calling him, but in vain. Finally, he arrived at around 0530 hrs and we were already running behind schedule. We raced to Nishant's place with Arun riding pillion with Vinu and Yash pillion riding with me. I called Nishant and informed him that we are coming to his place, be ready. We reached there, but Nishant was still not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinu left with Arun for the Highway to meet up with Vaquar, while I and Yash waited for Nishant. And this guy takes all the time in the world. He made us wait for more than 10 mins. Then we 3 raced to Nirma University where Vinu and Arun were supposed to meet Vaquar. By the time we reached there, it was already 0555 hrs, but as we anticipated, Vaquar hadn't reached. Vinu called him up and then we learned that he was still almost 5 kms back!! Damn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost 0600 hrs and we had to reach Chiloda, which is a 40 min ride, at 0615 hrs to meet up with Ryan. Me, Yash and Nishant decided to race to Chiloda to meet up with Ryan while Vinu and Arun stayed back for Vaquar. We dashed toward Chiloda at over 100kms/hr. It was an open highway and a lazy morning. We still weren't halfway when we received Ryan's call. Time: 0615 hrs. We told him that we are just about to reach and told him to wait for a few more mins. The mad dash finally ended as we reached Chiloda at 0625 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan, as usual was still angry with us on not being on time. My bike seemed to be overheated with such speed as we could smell the fumes from the engine. I was surprised as I had replaced the oil just a week back and that too with an oil with Synthetic blend that boasts of good performance. We quiclky decided to have a round of chai as we waited for Vinu, Arun and Vaquar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, they arrived too. And after havin round of chai and smoke, we decided to embark on the journey. I asked Ryan about the time it will take to cover this much distance which is aorund 248 kms and he said it would take us a minimum of 4 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 4 hrs, it is. It was only in the middle of the journey that we understood why it would take us 4 hrs. There were 5 bikes, 4 Pulsars and 1 bullet. Pulsars are illfamed for their racing abilities (I am not comparing them with MotoGP and dirtbiking events) and bullets are illfamed for their great ride quality and top speed. While, all of us with pulsars took off at a speed of 70 to 80kms/hr, Ryan dragged along with his bullet at a speed of 40kms/hr. Arun was riding pillion with him. Now, we realised how he came up with the minimum 4 hr duration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we raced ahead. I, Vinu and Nishant were driving single while Vaquar took Yash as Pillion. Nishant was still a bit raw in his Highway driving skills so we had to time and time again reprimand him and ask him to drive in a proper manner. We took the first stop at Himmatnagar crossroads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SxkttzFRC5I/AAAAAAAAFi0/GlUmiLulaW0/s1600-h/DSC02954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SxkttzFRC5I/AAAAAAAAFi0/GlUmiLulaW0/s320/DSC02954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411406692092021650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some hot steaming Gotas, chai and smoke. Posed for some pictures and took off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all are particularly big fans of Rayban Aviators. Everyone had one except Vaquar and Arun. Nishant had got the new ones recently at Rs 5400.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all sped up and in almost an hour we were nearing the border. I decided to check my bikes top speed and zoomed off. I had crossed the 110 to 115 km/hr speed but alas my speedometer and RPM meter weren't working. The maximum my speedometer would go was was 80kms'hr, then it stalled. Then suddenly, it would again cross 100kms/hr and then back to below 80. Something was wrong. Anyways, I left everyone behind and dashed off to the Gujarat border. I crossed the Shamlaji temple, the last spot before crossing the border and then decided to wait for others and catch up with a smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I parked on the side and checked my mobile. 3 miscalls!! Yash and vinu had tried to call me. Damn!! I had all kinds of thoughts creeping up into my mind and I readied myself for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did someone crash? What happened? I tried calling back but couldn't get through. Then Vinu called me back. I told him that I was standing just after the Shamlaji temple on the side of the highway. He told me that Nishant had lost his goggles and so they were searching for it and will join me shortly. 10 more monutes and they were there. (except Ryan and Arun. They still were doing 40kms/hr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nishant came in and told that his goggles had flew off from his shirt pocket and I was like, giggling. I still didn't realize it were his aviators. Then, suddenly someone told me that it were those Rs 5400 aviators and we all were laughing hysterically. Oh damn!! We grilled him and he was really upset. We had a good laugh. After about 20 mins, Ryan and Arun passed us and we geared up for another dash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We overtook them, crossed the border and zoomed ahead. The weather was exceeding pleasant and it was almost 1130 hrs.  On the way, after a ride of almost 40 mins, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SxkvcbThjlI/AAAAAAAAFjE/9iUN5Iy4I0Y/s1600-h/DSC02971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SxkvcbThjlI/AAAAAAAAFjE/9iUN5Iy4I0Y/s320/DSC02971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411408592674852434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we decided to stop on the road, click some pics and wait for Ryan to join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SxkugO5CkJI/AAAAAAAAFi8/yrs_pG1cbpE/s1600-h/DSC02964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SxkugO5CkJI/AAAAAAAAFi8/yrs_pG1cbpE/s320/DSC02964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411407558550392978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 20 mins, Ryan crossed us and we started over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next stop we took was at a snacks shop near the diversion on the highway that would lead us to Jaisamand lake. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/Sxuw3AtuS1I/AAAAAAAAFkw/19NUhm6wD24/s1600-h/DSC02980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/Sxuw3AtuS1I/AAAAAAAAFkw/19NUhm6wD24/s320/DSC02980.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412113836346854226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some refreshments and the sun had started to burn us too. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SxkyCUnf7QI/AAAAAAAAFjU/758VJQB23Hw/s1600-h/DSC_3347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SxkyCUnf7QI/AAAAAAAAFjU/758VJQB23Hw/s320/DSC_3347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411411442737868034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were tired and hungry. The whole time we rode to this place, the weather was pleasant and now that we reached here, it's hot. Damn. Anyways, we got on our bikes and headed towards the villages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the way to Jaisamand is via a vllage, small kucha roads lined by small houses on both sides. People and cattle sharing the space on the streets and jostling with each other and we trying to make some way in the midst of all this ruckus. Now, this is really an adventure. Needless to say, this 30km ride was the most tiring of the 240 kms that we rode and by the time we reached the lake, we were all dusty, tired and in volatile moods. And now the lake, Jaisamand lake it is, the second largest artificial lake in Asia, and believe me when I say, we were hugely disappointed. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SxkzanT81NI/AAAAAAAAFjc/e0PRq9ydyvg/s1600-h/DSC_3354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SxkzanT81NI/AAAAAAAAFjc/e0PRq9ydyvg/s320/DSC_3354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411412959584638162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Damn! It's just a lake, nothing else. There were some other stupid tourists around and a huge crowd from some nearby village. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/Sxk1vNrZVvI/AAAAAAAAFjk/oLxDXak3_wo/s1600-h/DSC03002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/Sxk1vNrZVvI/AAAAAAAAFjk/oLxDXak3_wo/s320/DSC03002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411415512504162034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, there was practically nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were looking for someone to put the blame to ride so much and come to this mud pit, but alas, it was a collective decision. To make matters more worse, it was getting unbearably hot and to top it all off, the only sight seeing attraction on the bank of the lake, a palace situated on top of the hill which looked quite picturesque was closed for visitors. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/Sxk4mRBbj8I/AAAAAAAAFjs/ZhwdbDaMJvQ/s1600-h/DSC_3358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/Sxk4mRBbj8I/AAAAAAAAFjs/ZhwdbDaMJvQ/s320/DSC_3358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411418657317949378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reason; rains, though there was no sign of any clouds anywhere. What a waste. What next? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/Sxk5miHxVwI/AAAAAAAAFj0/h1BWDAFwq7s/s1600-h/DSC_3362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/Sxk5miHxVwI/AAAAAAAAFj0/h1BWDAFwq7s/s320/DSC_3362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411419761419572994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, we pondered on for a while and  only option we were left with was a boat ride on the lake. Cost us 50 bucks per person, but well, no other option. The boat ride was a bit soothing. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/Sxk6VXC4g4I/AAAAAAAAFj8/49EJbV4hCT4/s1600-h/In+D+Boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/Sxk6VXC4g4I/AAAAAAAAFj8/49EJbV4hCT4/s320/In+D+Boat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411420565900133250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Floating on water is a stress buster in itself. Ryan and Arun were busy clicking pictures of the surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, these are 2 characters that need a special mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan, is I guess, the eldest amongst us. He is very informative and spends a lot of time researching a lot of things on the Net and is very obsessive about his things and his views. Needless to say, he spent most of the time clicking things which were absolutely absurd and we used to actually beg him to turn the lens towards us. He will never part with his camera even for clicking a single pic and when nagged on, easily turns into a snob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/Sxk7I-W6SDI/AAAAAAAAFkE/viTOKAxHbb8/s1600-h/DSC03048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/Sxk7I-W6SDI/AAAAAAAAFkE/viTOKAxHbb8/s320/DSC03048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411421452626446386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arun, the greater snob. He is the uncrowned king of the snob dynasty and will react every little thing we say. He is also obsessive about his things, especially the camera. But it is justified. After all, it is DSLR with a custom telephoto lens. He clicks good pics but that is when he is not sulking. Sulking is woven into his DNA and we derive great pleasure by getting on his nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 people who had their equipment and would go on clicking random, good for nothing pictures. But, our only option was the camera that Nishant had. We had specifically instructed hi to get his camera as we were aware how these 2 guys were and we did not want any unnecessary confrontation on the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said, after the boat ride, we decided to head home, back on the highway and have our lunch on the way. As we were totally pissed off about the place, we wanted to get out of there asap and head homewards so that we could reach home by 8 pm. This way, we could have enough time to ride back and also enjoy the ride back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where all the fun starts. Yash hopped onto Ryan's bullet to ride pillion and we started. Almost 30 mins onto our ride back home, we came across a huge hotel with inviting doors and a large garden laden with trees. We decided to have our lunch there and rest for a while. We were in Rajasthan and still didn't have any alcohol. This place looked  warm and comfortable. However, there was one problem, Ryan and Yash were nowhere to be seen. We waited for a while and in the next 15 mins, they arrived. yash had a sly smile on his face and then and there we knew, something was wrong. Ryan's huge beast the 350 cc, gas guzzler, king of the road, mean machine felt out of breath. Yash hopped off the bike as soon as it stopped and Ryan was upset. The bike seemed out of breath. Fortunately, it stalled just in front of the hotel. We managed to get it in and went to check out the food. Unfortunately for us, they were out of lunch and did not serve non veg food. The attendant at the hotel told us to travel 2.5 kms more where we would find a restaurant with non veg food and beverages. In the meantime, Ryan tried to call up his mechanic frantically to tell him about the problem, but in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he decided to ride it in the same condition. Luckily for us, the bike did start, but he could not ride beyond a speed of 40kms/hr. Anyways, we thought of reaching the hotel and recharge ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.5 kms along the highway, we finally came along the restaurant, a dhaaba to be more precise. Hotel Satnaam. He had beer and non veg food too, so we decided to eat there. Hardly, 10 mins of us being in that dhaaba, there was a power failure. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/Sxk8wnDNKYI/AAAAAAAAFkM/SIsH8hKeEjY/s1600-h/DSC03060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/Sxk8wnDNKYI/AAAAAAAAFkM/SIsH8hKeEjY/s320/DSC03060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411423233076177282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was back in some time, probably half hour and we hogged on the food like a pack of hyenas accompanied by chilled Kingfisher Light beer. Heaven!! As there was no menu, we were not able to ascertain how much we had eaten. When the bill finally came in, it was Rs 1400, quite high considering the quality of food and amenities at the restaurant. Ryan began grumbling, again. It was around 4pm and we decided rest outside in the garden for some time. Ryan decided to start a bit early as he could not go beyond 40kms/hr and we decided to start half hour after that as with our Pulsars, it would be easy to catch up with him in a 10 mins. We started half hour later and rode at a speed of 80 to 90 kms/hr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 15 mins, we still couldn't catch up with Ryan. 30 mins later, still no sight of him. A few kms ahead we came across a very brutal accident. Our hearts feared the worst, fortunately, it wasn't him. All of us started wondering, where the hell did he go if he could not ride beyond 40 kms/hr. 45 mins into our ride, we finally managed to catch up with him and he was riding at speeds beyond 60. Idiot. Sigh of relief. We went on and on and then took a stop at Himmatnagar crossroads for some chai and snacks. It was already 7 pm and we had rode continuously for 2 hours. A little over 100 kms and we would be back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My butt was aching due to the continuous ride and so were the others. We started soon after with the target of completing the remaining 100 kms in 1.5 hours. The ride was smooth and it was getting darker. Cars and heavy vehicles with blinding lights were the only concern, but we managed to get past them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearing Ahmedabad, we took the last stop at Chiloda circle, the place where we assembled in the morning. Spent some time on the roadside with some refreshments and Ryan was still grumbling. Probably, he was not able to get over the fact that his beast of a bike which had spent almost 6 months in the workshop had stalled. He was ashamed and we made sure he felt the same way (LOL) for the very reason that he always used to bicker about how puny our bikes were, compared to his bullet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we departed from Ryan at Chiloda as he went to Maninagar and we went our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 pm, we were back home, tired and weary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trip gone awry, a place that sucked and we exhausted for no apparent reason. Luckily, we were back home early enough to catch a good night's sleep and without any untoward incidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trip, we will never forget not for the good times we had, but for the time we wasted and the grumbling faces. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944096414395704426-4691101924670667259?l=tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/feeds/4691101924670667259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=944096414395704426&amp;postID=4691101924670667259&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/4691101924670667259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/4691101924670667259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/2009/07/jaisamand-lake-trip-trip-gone-awry.html' title='Jaisamand lake trip - A trip gone awry'/><author><name>tOm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563938562077211849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SGc6uSrE8HI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qeCks2djv-c/S220/DSCN1906t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SxkttzFRC5I/AAAAAAAAFi0/GlUmiLulaW0/s72-c/DSC02954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944096414395704426.post-5542164938861084499</id><published>2009-05-21T22:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:39:28.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These days........</title><content type='html'>Yet another post after a long time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where was I during this long interval? Well, I was just feeling too lazy to write. Lethargy is something which is woven into my DNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my previous post, I went along to join a MBA coaching institute, Endeavour, to prepare for GMAT. It's a 3 month course. I had my hopes high when I had first joined in, but lady luck seemed to have been snubbed by me. First of all, of all the beautiful girls in the institute, there were none in my batch. We were a batch of 8 boys. To top it off, the teaching has been pathetic. No doubt some faculties are good enough, but the one for Mathematics (co-incidentally my weak point) is a jackass. A thin bespectacled guy, with hair tied into a small pony. He teaches at breakneck speed, with no stops at all. An IVR has better voice modulation than him. Incidentally, all the 15 grand that I put into this circus of a Preparatory course seems to have been another one of my stupid choices. No doubt people call it Underwear instead of Endeavour. Damn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Business Developer, now, I am a Business proposal writer and I also write articles. Yippie!! Atlast, something that I like to do. But as the rule of my life, I have now started hating this too. Not much excitement here. I wished to write on current happenings or wanted to opine upon the talk of the town. Unfortunately, I have been writing regular informative articles for all our clients based on their website. The topics range from Financial market, prescription drugs, Jewelry and even Sex toys. Phew!!! What a waste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is reeling under recession and everyone is in the fear of losing their job. There are a few openings coming around, but I am just not applying as I am sure that it will screw my chances at the MBA entrance tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another of my friend is moving to Mumbai for finding a job and I wish I could join him too. But, I am just not finished here, in Ahmedabad. Though we are running out of hangouts and something exciting to do in weekends, however, due to very limited resources there's absolutely no development in that area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no respite from heat, the days are slowly becoming tiresome and uninteresting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my dad retiring in a couple of months, the pressure is on. I need to take some big risks but I am a coward. Risks are not something that I can handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stuck in a long dark unending tunnel, looking for a ray of light through a small opening that can guarantee my freedom. But, will I ever find it is anybody's guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944096414395704426-5542164938861084499?l=tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/feeds/5542164938861084499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=944096414395704426&amp;postID=5542164938861084499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/5542164938861084499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/5542164938861084499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/2009/05/these-days.html' title='These days........'/><author><name>tOm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563938562077211849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SGc6uSrE8HI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qeCks2djv-c/S220/DSCN1906t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944096414395704426.post-4422855928679456378</id><published>2009-03-19T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:33:43.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A plethora of thoughts.....</title><content type='html'>Damn!! A few of my school friends actually got married. And ya, they were guys. If any of my girl friend's were getting married, then it was justified, coz according to the word of the elders and our never ending social traditions and all that blah blah...... if the girl is not married by the age of 24, its a disgrace!! Is it that their hormones are the most active at that time?! Damn, I will have to google it!! &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/confused0.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this ain't a post to discuss about female hormonal changes and stuff. The thing that bothered me was.... how could those friends of mine get married at this age, i.e. 24. I feel so pity for them. One of them actually mentioned in his invite that it  was his father's decision and that he and his fiance gradually got to know each other and now are ready to take the plunge. The other, well, it was a Love marriage. Weirdos!!! &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/confused3.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it off, a friend of one of my office colleague attempted suicide as he was lovelorn. The girl apparently, was no more interested. Moron!! &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/angry5.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that I am not surrounded by such people in my daily life. Its more about enjoying life than worry about commitments and stuff. A more sensible lot. Most of them are much older to me and are living life on their own terms. That's a relief!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in and out of love lately. The first time I was in such a phase, I was badly smothered. I was under the impression that she liked me too, romantically, and after a long time of remaining under this impression, when she revealed that I was mistaken, all hell broke loose. &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/aloofandbored11.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been more careful since then. And trust is something, I use scarcely. &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/glasses15.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as it may be, even now, I am stuck in the same situation. The only difference this time is that it is a different girl. I tried to be more cautious, however, my feelings do overtake my mind at times and the result is...... I am not sure if this is gonna work out. &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/confused0.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Though, she is sure that this is not gonna work out, I had been pushing my luck hard. &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/laughing13.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But now, with a lot of communication gap and with her disinterested and aloof attitude, it has taken its toll on me. I have a huge ego, that is almost invisible, but the moment I feel a bit of discrimination.... whoosh... that's the end of it!! I better conserve my luck for better times as I don't like it when someone makes me feel low. &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/glasses15.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell me there's no place for ego in such relationships. Yeah, I know that and I do advise others the same. But, it doesn't work out the same way with me. I am already recovering from a bruised ego and if there's another one on the the way, I better be invincible. &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/sporty7.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when people ask me, 'How come you are still single dude?!', I say 'That's not my priority right now!!' Isn't that the best defense! Damn, I love my way with words!! Sarcasm is my best offense and defense!! &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/happy0.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last few days in office. Time passes by very soon. The evening classes are fun but boring. The faculties are a pain in the ass. Made some good friends there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switched over the evening hangout from the 'Chaiwallah' to 'BarleyWaterwallah'. Its a place where you get Barley water, that tastes the same as Beer, sans the alcohol. Its a great place. We try out various combination and chat away!! &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/celebrate4.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, its internet again. Sometimes, I sit and think, if it wasn't for the Internet, I would have lost out a lot in life. Damn!! &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/confused0.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasn't this post grown in size. Time to stop, and get back to work. After all, that's what I am paid for at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!!! &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/greetings2.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944096414395704426-4422855928679456378?l=tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/feeds/4422855928679456378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=944096414395704426&amp;postID=4422855928679456378&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/4422855928679456378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/4422855928679456378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/2009/03/plethora-of-thoughts.html' title='A plethora of thoughts.....'/><author><name>tOm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563938562077211849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SGc6uSrE8HI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qeCks2djv-c/S220/DSCN1906t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944096414395704426.post-8060129899431585578</id><published>2009-03-12T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:06:00.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few adjustments .........</title><content type='html'>Damn!! Posting after a long time. Phew!! &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/aloofandbored4.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange but true, I have begun to like my job now. I get my own space, make my own decisions and have become an integral part of the process. Closed some good and important deals and now there's no looking back!! &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/agreement3.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Though, I have already quit, to make up some time for studies as well. But, I will be working part-time for the experience. &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/happy15.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good news, is that I will be also doing some content writing for our websites. &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/celebrate8.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a long time plan, and finally I was able to convince me that I can do much better than the dimwits they have employed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, after years of pondering on, I started the preps for MBA. Damn!!! Never knew, it would take so long. &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/confused12.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like God wants me to be away from distractions, so still no luck with any ladies romantically. &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/love14.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Though he prefers me to be confused than being sure, I am used to it as confusion has been a big part of my life and has sometimes worked in my favor too.  Loved this video, kinda of romance I would like to be in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LltqFAxg2WU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LltqFAxg2WU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joined the gym too &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/sporty0.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, but just went for 2 weeks. I am unable to stick to it. But, I guess, I will have to make it a part of my routine. Its on my 'To-do' list!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, once again it seems, so much to achieve and so less time. Gotta speed things up a bit and focus. &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/sporty74.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I am pushing my luck hard, I am wishing to take some calculated risks. &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/greetings2.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944096414395704426-8060129899431585578?l=tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/feeds/8060129899431585578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=944096414395704426&amp;postID=8060129899431585578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/8060129899431585578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/8060129899431585578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/2009/03/damn-posting-after-long-time.html' title='A few adjustments .........'/><author><name>tOm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563938562077211849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SGc6uSrE8HI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qeCks2djv-c/S220/DSCN1906t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944096414395704426.post-511898841170057964</id><published>2008-12-12T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:14:02.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A phase called....... life!! Shux!!</title><content type='html'>Once again after around 6 months, I am in that phase of life again where I seem to wonder................ what next?!&lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/confused0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to be so shortlived for me!! Damn!! &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/angry13.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job sux...... &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/aloofandbored1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; previously (at Motif) it was the job that sucked.... but now its the people here that are a big pain in my ass &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/angry14.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Everywhere I go, trouble seems to follow me. The only shortlived ecstasy that I had was a visit to Roha, a place in Maharashtra with my long lost friends &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/love1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as part of a spiritual tour. So many memories of those days and relationships rekindled. Its a grt feeling. I just hope I don't lose them all.... once again.... like I do. &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/sad3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gearing up for another trip to Kerala during Christmas &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/celebrate3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, once again for a spiritual meet. Now, the people who know me quite well would be like 'Spiritual meet + Thomas = &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/confused7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'. Naah, I am just going there for my friends, to be with them and to have a break from this hell a.k.a Office!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just attended one of close friend's wedding &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/love27.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, my college buddy. Twas all fun and awe. Worn a Sherwani for the first time ever in my life.......... and I enjoyed it. Wasn't so conscious as I felt I would be (thank you to all those who compelled me to). Back after wedding, there is no news of our newly wed friend (read 'Jackass'&lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/angry0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) as he's still  enjoying marital bliss. What the....?? But, I guess, everyones like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I have once again realized that I need to do my Masters. Had been googling for colleges for the past couple of days. Haven't found anything substantial though. &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/sad0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting bored of the job, fun, life and the people around me and I need to get over it, fast!! &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/aloofandbored10.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a miracle can save me now!!! &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/greetings2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944096414395704426-511898841170057964?l=tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/feeds/511898841170057964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=944096414395704426&amp;postID=511898841170057964&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/511898841170057964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/511898841170057964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/2008/12/phase-called-life-shux.html' title='A phase called....... life!! Shux!!'/><author><name>tOm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563938562077211849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SGc6uSrE8HI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qeCks2djv-c/S220/DSCN1906t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944096414395704426.post-257342252145546228</id><published>2008-12-12T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:41:22.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration...........</title><content type='html'>Well............... a long time already. My blog has also faced the brunt of my laziness. Like everything, when I started......... it was all fun but gradually.... I've lost interest. Whatever!!&lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/aloofandbored6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumbai, a city brought down on its knees by 10 gun totting individuals. How pathetic? &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/angry0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Though I am sympathetic, I was wondering &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/confused1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'What does it take to realise how hopeless our country bcoz of the people who head it are?' I was all the while glued to TV at home and the Internet at work, to get the latest updates. It was more like watching a movie for me. And I was all the while wishing that the terrorists would bombard some of the political bigwigs. &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/violent25.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I could have never been more happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all over and now we have candle marches to shop solidarity and protest. But will it help?! Only college going students and some upper class people attend this rally. Common people stay away. Coz, they know, its all gonna lead to nothing. Most of them participate just bcoz of the hep crowd, media presence and well, its a party of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a month, people will start realising what a dork &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/violent0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; they've been, get back to work and forget about everything, leaving Mumbai vulnerable again. The bloody politicians (Bastards) will be back to their blame games and will care a damn about the security. I don't understand why people expect support from politicians who terrorise and mobilize masses of people in the name of religion, the well known Saffron Brigade. It was a pity that they were not sent to ward off these terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who can forget the very brave Mr. Raj Thackeray. I wished to send the 'Sena' brigade in the forefront alongwith the 'Trishul' hurling Saffron Brigade lead by our firebrand leaders like Togadia, Thackeray, Achuthananthan, Deshmukh n all!!  &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/laughing6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk about reforming the police and all, but what about the constitution itself. No longer does a Traffic cop us for flouting the rules that we have our mobiles out to call somebody influential &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/character92.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. If the rules are meant to be broken, why create them in the first place. I seriously doubt any reforms taking place in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we get any time apart from trying to kill each other over caste, religion, region and stupid politicians, we may well have a start somewhere. &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/fighting1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of blabbering, this was one thing that affected me so I had post it. &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/greetings2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944096414395704426-257342252145546228?l=tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/feeds/257342252145546228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=944096414395704426&amp;postID=257342252145546228&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/257342252145546228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/257342252145546228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/2008/12/frustration.html' title='Frustration...........'/><author><name>tOm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563938562077211849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SGc6uSrE8HI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qeCks2djv-c/S220/DSCN1906t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944096414395704426.post-8420547191437448456</id><published>2008-07-13T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T00:11:08.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed or just bored??</title><content type='html'>Its been such a long time since I posted. I have never made such wrong choices in my life than now and I don't seem to figure out whether I m really affected by them. Its been 2 months since I left my job and I am still @ home, figuring out where I want to head to, next!! The people who cleared engineering with me are so very ahead of me that I wonder what I m doing with my life. Most of them are abroad minting dollars, some are here in India employed with great companies and the rest of them are married and enjoying the best of both worlds!!! And I have not yet managed to make a headway into my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masters in business Administration is what I want to do now and that too in Media and Advertising, however, I am so much affected by the negativity around me that I am still skeptical about the choices I make. My Dad is hell bent on reminding me that I should do some job in IT or atleast Masters in IT as I have graduated in it. But, how do I tell him that graduation was a full on vacation for me!! And, apart from the letters 'I' and 'T', I don't give a damn about what the subject has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom wants me to do anything that others are doing and are a bit successful in. If someone  goes to bloody America, earns dollars and manages to find a good mallu bride, she wants me to do that. If someone gets an MBA from some unknown college and still lands up with a mediocre managing job with the blood-sucking ICICI bank, she wants me to do that. The list is just endless and I am tired of listening to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister doesn't care what I do but she wants to make it big. Its same as me. I don't care what I do, but I want to make it big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get into design, but after failing to make it thru NID, I have shelved those plans. I know I am a bit good with music and with the people I hang around with,I get impressed by their good and glamorous life and think of starting to pick up the guitar strings, but, well, I know its too difficult. I still have plans to go abroad for my Masters, however, I am scared of the thought about wht happens if I fail there too. I want to get into Media and Advertising but I am skeptical about its scope and my gowth in such a competetive industry. My parenst are worried about me, my friends are worried about me and even I am worried about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much of negativity in my life!! It has always been there. Its lke when something starts to work out and starts to paint a pretty picture.......... I somehow manage to lose it or mess it up!! Everything that I have ever been excited about has come crashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I realise, there are others who are more screwed up than me and more messed up than me. I am still not at the 'Point of no return'!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944096414395704426-8420547191437448456?l=tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/feeds/8420547191437448456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=944096414395704426&amp;postID=8420547191437448456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/8420547191437448456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/8420547191437448456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/2008/07/depressed-or-just-bored.html' title='Depressed or just bored??'/><author><name>tOm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563938562077211849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SGc6uSrE8HI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qeCks2djv-c/S220/DSCN1906t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944096414395704426.post-7644028631713080558</id><published>2008-05-18T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T11:36:34.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood swings............</title><content type='html'>All good things come to an end. I realised it long back and unfortunately, I keep on realising these things again and again. Its high time I start priortising things in my life. I cannot have everything, though I wish it would be true. People are indeed selfish, though they don't show it off. Even though I know that, at some point, I like the attention but then, it's the same old story again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I make myself better is a question which is still unanswered?? Everytime I plan a way out of this monotony, something good happens and makes me change my mind. But, unfortunately, it is shortlived. And then I am back to square one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bloody hell will I realise and rise above the temptations that life puts forth!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am frustrated, but that's just a phase!! I hope so.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944096414395704426-7644028631713080558?l=tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/feeds/7644028631713080558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=944096414395704426&amp;postID=7644028631713080558&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/7644028631713080558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/7644028631713080558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/2008/05/mood-swings.html' title='Mood swings............'/><author><name>tOm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563938562077211849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SGc6uSrE8HI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qeCks2djv-c/S220/DSCN1906t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944096414395704426.post-590475472098907072</id><published>2008-05-07T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T06:09:50.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My last day............</title><content type='html'>This is the last straw. One more chapter of my life ends in a rather serious note. My last day at Motif and I won't be coming to this place to work anymore. I love this place and it has got me some great memories and even greater friends. This was my last email to everyone at Motif............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the time has come for me to bid adieu to Motif. I never realised that it would be so soon, but then life is all about making the correct choices. It has been a great time here and I can never regret anything. I joined this organisation with the plans of sticking around and making it big, but then I realised, who am I kidding?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had joined in with a great batch of individuals, though only a handful of them are still here. Some left the country, some suddenly realised that they were not educated enough and resumed their studies and some left for greener pastures!! I have no such reason. Its just that I feel, this is not what I want to do in my life as I can do it anytime. I would rather try and get into something which I am really interested in. Though, I realise that you might think that I am an idiot. Well, I cannot constrain your thoughts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motif is a great organisation and will indeed go a long way. I am very analytical and critical by nature and Motif does have some cons. But come to think of it, who doesn't?? However, inspite of this, some people I have come to admire here are......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaushal has indeed been a great source of inspiration. Though I have never have had the chance to interact with him directly, the anecdotes that I have heard of him sure commands respect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parul is a great leader and can get her way in almost any situation. She makes the handling of such a big organisation look like a child's play. That's something you don't come accross everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Nirja is the epitome of humility. I have never seen a more modest human being at the top most level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biju Pillai reminds me of the TV series 'MTV Youth Icon'. If there ever was such a series held here in Motif, there are no prizes in guessing who the strongest contender would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NavneetSingh Suryavanshi intimidated me during my early days at Motif. He had once reprimanded me and few of my colleagues for smoking in the basement. And back then I made sure we never crossed paths. However, he is a gem of a person and the more I knew him, the more awed I was. He is younger than most of us at heart and there's no else we look upto for advice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The HR dept of Motif is one of the most liveliest and proactive that I have ever seen in my life. I worked in a few places before and even have given a lot of interviews, but never came accross such a lively set of people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yash, Vinu and Raga(Huh), close friends and my pillars of strenght in Motif. If it were not for them, I would have walked out of this place a long time back. The time I have spend with these guys will be etched im my memory for a lifetime. I am the youngest amongst them but they never let me feel so!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other people who need a special mention and who made my life easier here are Sippy, Amrish, Maku, Aruin, Abdool, Tulu, Ryan (left), Vinod M, Rejo, Jeremy, Prashant K (QA), Aarti (QA), Jaggu, Jassi (BD), Appu (BD), DP (IT), Sathe (Software), Dharam and Paashabhai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am music buff, the one song that comes to my mind at this time is 'Drive' by Incubus.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help but ask myself how much I let the fear&lt;br /&gt;Take the wheel and steer&lt;br /&gt;It's driven me before&lt;br /&gt;And it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal&lt;br /&gt;But lately I'm beginning to find that I&lt;br /&gt;Should be the one behind the wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;With open arms and open eyes yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive&lt;br /&gt;Will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive?&lt;br /&gt;It's driven me before&lt;br /&gt;And it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around&lt;br /&gt;But lately I'm beginning to find that&lt;br /&gt;When I drive myself my light is found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;With open arms and open eyes yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the complete song and video ....... check the following URL (ps:at home).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7zN9vd9WUiA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone was offended by anything I have said or done, please do, as it was all intentional. And for those of you who think they have something to say to me, you can catch me at my blog or scrap me on Orkut:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=2462010494436491550&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom&lt;br /&gt;Motif UK TECH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944096414395704426-590475472098907072?l=tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/feeds/590475472098907072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=944096414395704426&amp;postID=590475472098907072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/590475472098907072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/590475472098907072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-last-day.html' title='My last day............'/><author><name>tOm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563938562077211849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SGc6uSrE8HI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qeCks2djv-c/S220/DSCN1906t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944096414395704426.post-7348614658555634760</id><published>2008-04-21T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T03:51:21.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The countdown begins............</title><content type='html'>Just a week to go and I am still clueless about what I am gonna be doing in the Studio tests of NID. Its a dream that I need to realise, but I am out of resources. I have zero confidence with regards to clearing them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First my Dad was not so keen. Then I don't have any stuff to make up my portfolio to show that I am creatively inclined. Later I got a letter from NID stating that the course for IID that I have applied for is being shifted to Bangalore from Gandhinagar. And now I have begun to realise that if I was an Arts graduate, I could have applied for Graphic designing. Things always seem to go haywire when I yearn for something. Nevertheless, I am gonna give it my best shot just to determine where I stand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what destiny has in store for me....and I hope its gonna be something to my liking!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944096414395704426-7348614658555634760?l=tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/feeds/7348614658555634760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=944096414395704426&amp;postID=7348614658555634760&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/7348614658555634760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/7348614658555634760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/2008/04/countdown-begins.html' title='The countdown begins............'/><author><name>tOm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563938562077211849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SGc6uSrE8HI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qeCks2djv-c/S220/DSCN1906t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944096414395704426.post-5589388686421604904</id><published>2008-03-14T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T03:55:35.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NID???</title><content type='html'>Whoa...I cleared the &lt;a href ="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Institute_of_Design"&gt;NID&lt;/a&gt; entrance tests......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SAxxf1szVaI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/sF1ApeYr8Ds/s1600-h/NID_logo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SAxxf1szVaI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/sF1ApeYr8Ds/s320/NID_logo.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191649262256215458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comes as a surprise to me as I never expected this to happen. I still remember the day of the entrance when I had a smoke, reached the class just in time to get the paper. There were all kind of wannabe designers sitting besides me and I was feeling out of place. The girl besides me has a short and shrewd hairdo, dark-skinned and had a considerable number of piercing. She had a clear shot at NID, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a small break in between for the second paper and I somehow not to talk to anyone besides me, just because, I thought they would say 'What is he thinking coming here for a chance at NID, bloody 'Good For Nothing' jackass'. The first paper was somewhat a nightmare. The second one was even worse. I hadn't done any serious sketching for the past 4 or 5 years and here I was just wasting my time trying to figure out, 'Am I really good at sketching?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always dreamt of being in NID, or just trying to get into it. Just seeing the question paper sent shivers down my spine. I was always impressed by the glamour, fame and life that designers have. They (most of them) have a carefree life and have an air about themselves. And ya the chicks are great too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time the thought of NID came to me was after I finished my schooling. I had also applied for engineering, but NID was my first love. However,I had to give up that idea as I got selected in an engineering college and if I hadn't joined there and waited for the entrance of NID and missed it too, I would have had to wait for another year to start my graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, another reason was so strong that I had to forget about NID and I was literally in a bout of depression. Me and my parents had a visit to the house of a NID graduate who also happened to be in our Social circle. I guess he graduated in the late 80's or early 90's. Well, he wasn't there as he was at that time working as the Managing Director of an Animation company in Chennai and earning around 80k every month. Wow, I was impressed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next the uncle talked to me and asked me about my interests and whether I like to sketch. I used to scribble around in my textbooks during my schooldays and I proactively said yes. Then he asked me whether I would like to see some of the works of his son. Well, who could say no to it and I agreed. He got some old files containing old sheets, neatly arranged. He gave me some sheets and my jaws dropped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ever in my life I had seen such sketches. I was awestruck and I guess I had lost my voice. There were also some comic strips that he created and some portraits of famous Hollywood superstars which he had sketched without any reference. Oh my God, and I thought, I knew how to sketch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised, I was making a big mistake and decided in my mind to do Engineering instead at that very moment. This was such a moment when I was feeling awe as well as embarrassing. Well, that was it. Then came the engineering and again I realised that I wasn't made for it!! Codes and logic were beyond my thoughts. Once again, in the final semester, I thought of doing my project at NID. However, I scrapped the idea, thinking that I hardly knew anything related to IT and if the administrators at NID come to know about it, they would kick me out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I completed my engineering, joined BPOs and was enjoying but still I had smitten by the NID bug. I couldn't keep myself away from it long and at one of my friend's behest, filled in the form first time to just to check what it is all about. Well, all said and done............I somehow cleared the entrance tests. Though it is a big deal for me, I am still scared of what lies ahead. I have the fear of losing and if I miss this opportunity, I will be devastated!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944096414395704426-5589388686421604904?l=tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/feeds/5589388686421604904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=944096414395704426&amp;postID=5589388686421604904&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/5589388686421604904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/5589388686421604904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/2008/03/nid.html' title='NID???'/><author><name>tOm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563938562077211849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SGc6uSrE8HI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qeCks2djv-c/S220/DSCN1906t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SAxxf1szVaI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/sF1ApeYr8Ds/s72-c/NID_logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944096414395704426.post-4747413990615862766</id><published>2008-03-13T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T02:57:11.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought…………….</title><content type='html'>I chose my URL to be ‘I am a creep’ &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/aloofandbored14.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The first time I heard this song by Radiohead, it wasn’t something that caught my attention. But, subsequently,  I felt the gravity and I also instantly felt ‘This is how I feel’………..sometimes!! &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/confused12.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't care if it hurts, &lt;br /&gt;I wanna have control&lt;br /&gt;I want a perfect body &lt;br /&gt;I want a perfect soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to notice &lt;br /&gt;when I'm not around&lt;br /&gt;You're so fucking special&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a creep&lt;br /&gt;I'm a weirdo&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I doin' here?&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone can relate to this song. At some point in our life, we come across situations when we feel like a creep, a weirdo, out of this world and that nobody cares about you &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/sad0.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I have felt this sometimes and my take on this is ‘IGNORE’ &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/aloofandbored1.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Give back the same to those who make you feel that way, BIG time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite one-liner ‘Do I look like I care?!’ &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/aloofandbored6.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times, when me and my friends hangout at ‘public’ places, we cannot but ignore the couples coochie cooing  &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/love47.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at desolate places. And though they have nothing in common and can in no way work out their relationships, they still be together. Then a thought crops up in my mind ‘How desperate can a person be??’ &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/angry5.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have examples in my own office, wherein a person who is already engaged is going around with a colleague &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/love46.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . How desperate can u get??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I feet pity for those who trust such people and still maintain relationships with them. Two-timing someone is really for sex maniacs!! I am very possessive about what I have and my relationships and angst &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/angry2.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is the only feeling that I have when I think about such a situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your take on this?? &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/confused12.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944096414395704426-4747413990615862766?l=tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/feeds/4747413990615862766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=944096414395704426&amp;postID=4747413990615862766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/4747413990615862766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/4747413990615862766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought…………….'/><author><name>tOm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563938562077211849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SGc6uSrE8HI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qeCks2djv-c/S220/DSCN1906t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944096414395704426.post-2330462777673639845</id><published>2008-03-10T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T03:46:01.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biking Expeditions!! (Trip to Ambaji)</title><content type='html'>This is really interesting. I have started biking expeditions only after i joined my present company. Mostly, because the guys in my group and adventurous, jolly and do not have a valid reason why shouldn't we start off to such tiring rides!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the trip that I have been to (Just two), the 'one which will remain etched in my memory would be recent one to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ambaji"&gt;Ambaji&lt;/a&gt;. It was fun. It was adventurous. And more because it was disastrous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SAnCDVszVNI/AAAAAAAAAjo/IcnJbnLwj4M/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190893408141661394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SAnCDVszVNI/AAAAAAAAAjo/IcnJbnLwj4M/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were six in all Me, Ryan, Vinu, Yash, Ragheesh and Arun behind the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started at 6:45 in the early morning and that is where we took this picture. We all met opposite the Taj Hotel near Ahmedabad airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost 215 kms that we drove and the whole ride was a joyride. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SAnCxFszVOI/AAAAAAAAAjw/E7PDyo1dZco/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190894194120676578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SAnCxFszVOI/AAAAAAAAAjw/E7PDyo1dZco/s200/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had many stops or the so called 'Sutta breaks' to energise ourselves. Amusing sights and incidents on the way kept our moods throughout. After around a 100 kms, I gave my bike to Arun so that he may ride for a while and doesn't get all bored. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SAnDSlszVPI/AAAAAAAAAj4/6Rp_yxM2aDM/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190894769646294258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SAnDSlszVPI/AAAAAAAAAj4/6Rp_yxM2aDM/s200/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fun to see him ride. He has this perception that he is a BMX rider and will always ride extreme. Though we always advised him to show off his biking skills off road at some deserted place so that he doesn't kill anyone. But he seldom used to listen. My heart skipped a beat when I saw him sway around on the road at around 90kmph and taking steep turns at the same speed. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SAnDqlszVQI/AAAAAAAAAkA/_eUw9FZ8mLo/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190895181963154690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SAnDqlszVQI/AAAAAAAAAkA/_eUw9FZ8mLo/s200/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was so confident and full of himself that he would put off us like we were kids and were on the bikes just for some photoshoot. Sometime later, Arun signalled me and pointed towards the rear of the bike. I was pillion riding with Raga and asked him to stop. I wasn't able to get what he was signalling me about. Then I realised, my helmet, which I had hung around the back of ma bike was no longer there. I hopped on with Arun and we went back almost 25kms to look for the helmet, but in vain. Well, we called off the search and resumed hoping that things would be more pleasant in the rest of the trip. But, we hoped too soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Arun riding a bit 'extreme', on the next stop, we guys reprimanded him and told him to slow down and not involve in such steep turns. But then, he has an image to keep, and he says, "Man, don't worry, I've been doing this for a long time!!" Well, we thought, what the hell, let him ride as he wants, but the only problem was 'HE WAS ON MY BIKE'!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we resumed the journey and reached some clearly difficult roads. They were all wound up and it seemed so offroad. There were turns and mud at every 200 mtrs. I was pillion riding with Raga, who is an accident prone rider, but has control. Yash had already sped past us and we were riding at around 70kmph. There was a small bridge right around a steep corner just ahead of us. We managed to steer clear of the corner and I had my eyes glued to Arun who was right behind us. He, as he always does, rode to extreme opposite corner of the road and then tried to steer back to the correct lane (something which he called the racing line!!). However, this time, disaster struck. He lost control as the road was strewn with sand and slipped off the road. The bike alongwith him was dragged to the corner of the road which was actually a steep dop covered with thorny bushes. I signalled Raga to stop!! The bike came to a grinding halt at the edge of the road and Arun alongwith the bike were almost gonna be flung down to the thorny bushes. We had to rush in to catch hold of the bike, so that it doesn't fall off the road alongwith him. Luckily, he got around with just some scratches and bruises. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SAnEU1szVRI/AAAAAAAAAkI/6xojtIw1mcY/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190895907812627730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SAnEU1szVRI/AAAAAAAAAkI/6xojtIw1mcY/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I, surprisingly, had a smile on my face, as I knew this was bound to happen and now that he had actually fallen, he will not boast about his riding prowess. It was mayhem. Everyone was on his back, abusing him and reprimanding him for such a careless turn. Woah, it was really fun. Then we had a drag and resumed our rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Ambaji at Noon, visited the temple, had our food and some rest. Started for the return trip at around 4.30pm. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SAnFFFszVSI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/zbyX2JkRhWs/s1600-h/ATgAAABPuADuJ5X3z3CqaybbZG5cGMu6dSQgDJCYFAzexHh1wHhub_uPdc1wtTAqCVQkqG-bnZe07_XK93424RdSxEvVAJtU9VC29OCogEoNuErTTHaBZLSVTp8Okw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190896736741315874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SAnFFFszVSI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/zbyX2JkRhWs/s320/ATgAAABPuADuJ5X3z3CqaybbZG5cGMu6dSQgDJCYFAzexHh1wHhub_uPdc1wtTAqCVQkqG-bnZe07_XK93424RdSxEvVAJtU9VC29OCogEoNuErTTHaBZLSVTp8Okw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SAnFFVszVUI/AAAAAAAAAkg/xMRpn4Y4fzc/s1600-h/ATgAAABLrgfcKpQaGI_uaWVXj2aqEHsk8601-f5tX2WBcTvFPD3egTyMdDuxPYgR48D2Ospssag8lTtAO_AJY_p4-WDTAJtU9VBxpTt70j1iFO6-8QVYCWbBx9pMgg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190896741036283202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SAnFFVszVUI/AAAAAAAAAkg/xMRpn4Y4fzc/s320/ATgAAABLrgfcKpQaGI_uaWVXj2aqEHsk8601-f5tX2WBcTvFPD3egTyMdDuxPYgR48D2Ospssag8lTtAO_AJY_p4-WDTAJtU9VBxpTt70j1iFO6-8QVYCWbBx9pMgg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SAnFFVszVTI/AAAAAAAAAkY/jX-HR5SpPSc/s1600-h/ATgAAAAIB1C83ZG-j3kxoxSZZBvA_s4-YpkwvrsHNWxcX7JwFLn5F_zQcHqz6QE7nMZOSk3kkkMzUfQCfv8PrqAW03INAJtU9VDbzG2XmUPjeehorLo2JETWIkV34w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190896741036283186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SAnFFVszVTI/AAAAAAAAAkY/jX-HR5SpPSc/s320/ATgAAAAIB1C83ZG-j3kxoxSZZBvA_s4-YpkwvrsHNWxcX7JwFLn5F_zQcHqz6QE7nMZOSk3kkkMzUfQCfv8PrqAW03INAJtU9VDbzG2XmUPjeehorLo2JETWIkV34w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to rush as it was already getting dark. We decided to ride at an average speed of 70kmph so that we could cover more distance. Arun, was pillion riding with Ryan. After almost a ride of 30kms, we had to stop as there was no sign of Ryan and Arun. We waited there and Raga was fuming with anger as they were keeping the whole gang waiting. We tried calling them, but due to pathetic Network coverage, couldn't get through. Well, finally, after about 20 mins, they came back. We were so furious and started abusing them and asked them, what took them so long. Ryan pointed towards Arun's face and we did not understand what he was trying to say. On a closer notice, we found that his spectacles were missing!! Woah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were like rolling with laughter when he told us that he was trying to tie his hankerchief around his face and at that moment the spectacles flew off. It was hillarious. However, we composed ourselves and continued and Arun joined Raga as his pillion to avoid any more disasters. Around 18:30 we reached Dharoi dam. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SAnIcFszVWI/AAAAAAAAAkw/LmkN_6tsf9U/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190900430413190498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SAnIcFszVWI/AAAAAAAAAkw/LmkN_6tsf9U/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was already dark, but still we managed to get a glimpse of the dam and the huge wall. Another stop there and we again continued. There were a few more stops at various 'gallas' for the usual chai and cigis. It was getting chilly and we had to frequently stop to warm ourselves. Finally, at around 21:15, we entered Gandhinagar. We heaved a sigh of relief as our homes were just about 20 to 30 kms. We decided to have our dinner at some restaurant in Gandhinagar, then continue to the highway in Ahmedabad, hang around there for some time and then leave for our homes. But, alas, destiny had something else in store for us. Midway, while heading for the Hotel, we could no longer find Raga and Arun with us. This was strange as Raga generally used to be miles ahead of us during the whole trip. I called back on Arun's cellphone just to check on them. At first, his voice cut off, but then he told me that they have stopped somewhere. On further enquiry, he told us that the had a flat tire and were stranded somewhere on the main road. There was a sudden gloom on our faces and we knew, this is gonna take some time. We headed back to where Raga and Arun had stopped. All eye were on Arun, as this trip was gonna be so memorable because of the mishaps that he has had. First the helmet, then the crash, then his spectacles and at last the flat tire. He was involved in all of them. With time running out, we went around to some nearby Petrol stations looking for 'tirewallahs' to fix the flat tire, but it was almost 22:30 and they had all headed home. We were running out of options. Then on the advise of a few uncle's who were hanging out at a nearby bus-stop after their dinners, we stopped a loading rickshaw and got the bike on it. Raga climbed on alongwith the bike and we headed to a few nearby Petrol-pumps, but in vain. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SAnJQFszVXI/AAAAAAAAAk4/QeBvhGcyuRw/s1600-h/ATgAAAC9h_kgBk5Wp-3YvsH_xLeZMrms7dcQIXj_OWGC9JhigsEvvTOGi2Jc2jYxQkMIxPO8NOoL7iydCvSh8PHCHNMdAJtU9VBKWxcaj6OtKxmXFJC9QNcxqV2Rqg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190901323766388082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SAnJQFszVXI/AAAAAAAAAk4/QeBvhGcyuRw/s320/ATgAAAC9h_kgBk5Wp-3YvsH_xLeZMrms7dcQIXj_OWGC9JhigsEvvTOGi2Jc2jYxQkMIxPO8NOoL7iydCvSh8PHCHNMdAJtU9VBKWxcaj6OtKxmXFJC9QNcxqV2Rqg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At last, we managed to get the Rickshaw driver to get the bike to Ahmedabad and left it at one of our colleague's place for a mere 100 bucks. He was an angel in disguise. Finally, we decided to have some food as it was already 00:15 and there was little hope of finding some good restaurant. We managed to find a small roadside eatery, has some tit bits and then headed home. We were all dead tired and the only thing that would have helped us was our beds.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SAnJslszVYI/AAAAAAAAAlA/kGTobTIBTY8/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SAnJslszVYI/AAAAAAAAAlA/kGTobTIBTY8/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SAnJslszVYI/AAAAAAAAAlA/kGTobTIBTY8/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SAnJslszVYI/AAAAAAAAAlA/kGTobTIBTY8/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was really an awesome experience, though with a little bit of distractions, but then it was worth the trouble!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SAnKklszVZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/G7RDaJoIdSQ/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SAnKklszVZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/G7RDaJoIdSQ/s320/13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190902775465334162" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/944096414395704426-2330462777673639845?l=tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/feeds/2330462777673639845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=944096414395704426&amp;postID=2330462777673639845&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/2330462777673639845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/2330462777673639845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/2008/03/biking-expeditions-trip-to-ambaji.html' title='Biking Expeditions!! (Trip to Ambaji)'/><author><name>tOm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563938562077211849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SGc6uSrE8HI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qeCks2djv-c/S220/DSCN1906t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SAnCDVszVNI/AAAAAAAAAjo/IcnJbnLwj4M/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944096414395704426.post-5671515661540706709</id><published>2008-03-10T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T08:13:47.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballads or Soft Rock?? They are really intense!!</title><content type='html'>Lately, I have been taking a liking to to love ballads &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/love43.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (M not completely sure whether the songs I am referring to belong to this genre). Actually, I was introduced to this genre of music by chance. Once, I was having a chat with a new friend I had made and we were discussing our likes and dislikes in music. She sent me some songs, which she liked a lot and asked me to give them a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I heard them, I really felt myself being hooked onto it. Its filled with so much emotions and pain that I can really relate to them. Not that I am in love, but this is the same kind of music that moves me. They are so intense that you can actually start imagining about any past relations that you had or you should have in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park was another such band that i liked to hear as some of the compositions really  touched me. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chester_Bennington"&gt;Chester Bennington&lt;/a&gt; is indeed a great vocalist with valuable inputs from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mike_Shinoda"&gt;Mike Shinoda&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cranberries"&gt;The Cranberries&lt;/a&gt; always carry strong emotions with their songs. 'Zombie' &lt;embed src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/3/9/1804915/The%20Cranberries%20-%20Zombie.mp3" autostart="false" loop="false" controls="console" height="25" width="100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'No need to argue' &lt;embed src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/3/9/1804915/no%20need%20to%20argue_cranberries_no%20need%20to%20argue.mp3" autostart="false" loop="false" controls="console" height="25" width="100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These songs are a must hear. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dolores_O%27Riordan"&gt;Dolores O'Riordan&lt;/a&gt; is a dark angel touching millions with her heart wrenching and soulful vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I happened to watch Kelly Picker perform at the CMA (Country Music Awards). I actually had tears in my eyes. It was one of the most powerful performances I had witnessed and she got a standing ovation for it. Check out the video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b1XdZtYG1ms"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b1XdZtYG1ms" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange as it may seem, I have a thing for such songs. Other great songs I would suggest for a must hear are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francis Dunnery - Good Life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u_y-gvGbAwo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u_y-gvGbAwo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua Radin - Paperweight (Forget the video)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WtM1zG2GmCU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WtM1zG2GmCU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua Radin - The fear you won't fall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oNwC9hT8124"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oNwC9hT8124" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go on and on about music, but then, I need something to write in the next post!! &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/agreement3.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944096414395704426-5671515661540706709?l=tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/feeds/5671515661540706709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=944096414395704426&amp;postID=5671515661540706709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/5671515661540706709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/5671515661540706709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/2008/03/ballads-or-soft-rock-they-are-really.html' title='Ballads or Soft Rock?? They are really intense!!'/><author><name>tOm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563938562077211849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SGc6uSrE8HI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qeCks2djv-c/S220/DSCN1906t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944096414395704426.post-3926816267509765095</id><published>2008-03-09T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T10:35:22.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10,000 BC.........yuck!!</title><content type='html'>Last evening, I was joined by few of my friends for the movie '10,000 BC'. The trailers looked very promising with the Sabertooth and the Mammoths all over the place. A real 'larger than life' experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/25kMKl1oI_c"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/25kMKl1oI_c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was my week-off yesterday, I couldn't by any chance drop this plan. Usually, a day off from the Office is usually spent &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/aloofandbored7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, surfing (the Net) or watching movies(Pathetic * Movies or HBO)।&lt;br /&gt;The plan was for the 8.30PM show. However, as lazy as we all can be, all of us reached there by 8.35PM. Got the tickets, but another problem. We were 5 and the guy at the ticket counter booked us in different seats. However, he assured us we would be able to sit together. he told us 'मेरा नाम बोल देना 'युवराज संघ', सबको साथ मी bitha देंगे'&lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/agreement9.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Well, it was worth a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the screens (Twas a Multiplex) and the attendant there told us '4 seats over here and 1 at the other corner of the Theater. We argued, and told him that the guy at the Ticket Counter asked us to say his name and we would be able to sit together. But he wouldn't buy that argument. He said, 'उसका theatre थोडी न हे यह'(Its not his theatre after all). We also felt stupid&lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/foolish6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as he had a valid point!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my group consists of 5 heavily built Gentlemen(&lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/sporty4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;), including me (pun intended) who know when to  raise their voices. Gladly, the movie hadn't started and hence the audience didn't mind the noise. And moreover, who would dare to interfere a group of heavily built mischief-mongers fuming with anger!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we walked out and went back to the Ticket Counter for a solution. Lucky for us, due to a technical snag, the movie hadn't started &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/laughing3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. My friend, who had been to the counter, came back with someone's name written behind one of the tickets, a sign for the attendants in the theater to allow us to sit together. However, that did not work either&lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/aloofandbored1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The attendant told us to sit at our assigned seats for the time being and then move to a comfortable spot once the movie starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what the hell!! We decided to settle down. The show began at 9.10PM, 40 minutes late than the scheduled time &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/angry0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whoa&lt;/span&gt;!! What a movie!! We were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stumped&lt;/span&gt;. Pathetic acting, no storyline, negligible special effects and some strange language '&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Afrikaans&lt;/span&gt;' (I hope that's right). And, fortunately, it got over within 1.5 hours. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a relief&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/celebrate3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got out, speaking in the strange language (Afrikaans). It was funny, and that was the only way we could think of venting out our frustration. We headed out to a Kitli for the usual cuppa tea and drag &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/film6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!! We couldn't help but recall the agonizing experience we had been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;: Do not watch 10,000 BC unless you have absolutely nothing to do and you are on your deathbed and would like to have an early death &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/violent3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944096414395704426-3926816267509765095?l=tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/feeds/3926816267509765095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=944096414395704426&amp;postID=3926816267509765095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/3926816267509765095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/3926816267509765095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-evening-i-was-joined-by-few-of-my.html' title='10,000 BC.........yuck!!'/><author><name>tOm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563938562077211849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SGc6uSrE8HI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qeCks2djv-c/S220/DSCN1906t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944096414395704426.post-1146656744324144982</id><published>2008-03-08T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T11:28:30.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A li'l something about ME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/greetings0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the 'About me' does round up all that I had to say. This is my second try at blogging. The last time I tried, I gave up after a few posts. If you ask 'Why??'&lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/confused0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Well I had basically started blogging to spend more time with someone, but then I realised, she was spending the same time with someone else and I was digging my own grave&lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/aloofandbored10.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I am over it, and though it left a bad taste&lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/badtaste7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I chose to forgive and forget. After all, I cannot waste my time over a two timing &lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/girly7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am working in the so called ill famed industry called BPO (Business Process Outsourcing). For the commoners, 'Call Center'&lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/angry23.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I know its a disgrace, more because I am an engineer specialized in the most promising IT sector!! Whoa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my college days seemed to be just out of Chetan Bhagat's 'Five Point Someone'. Thats one book, I could completely relate to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am desperately trying to steer my career to something which I am proud of, but in vain. Interviews and all, such a waste of time. They know I am worth it, but still they need 'Experience'!! How do I gain experience if I do not start from somewhere??&lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/angry25.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's changed since I joined the present company, made some friends for life, had some great biking expeditions, have learned to enjoy life. However, still no luck in the 'Ladies' department. It seems that I expect a lot. Though, I keep telling myself that I should stop expecting out of life, I never do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beats me!! But, who cares, life's going on......pretty fine. Later, Ciao!!&lt;a href="http://smileyjungle.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileyjungle.com/smilies/greetings2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/944096414395704426-1146656744324144982?l=tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/feeds/1146656744324144982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=944096414395704426&amp;postID=1146656744324144982&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/1146656744324144982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/944096414395704426/posts/default/1146656744324144982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tom-iamacreep.blogspot.com/2008/03/well-about-me-does-round-up-all-that-i.html' title='A li&apos;l something about ME!!'/><author><name>tOm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563938562077211849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EEdh2MOIe-o/SGc6uSrE8HI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qeCks2djv-c/S220/DSCN1906t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
