tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84399272723688316662024-03-14T10:51:45.519+05:30TABULA RASA...See you when I see you...Pranav Kumar Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11737070061768735375noreply@blogger.comBlogger96125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439927272368831666.post-62690356928626061572010-04-06T14:04:00.000+05:302010-04-06T14:07:09.501+05:30First visit home - The Heritage tree - Life, THE Race!!, etc...<html dir="ltr"><head> <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"> <style title="owaParaStyle"><!--P { MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px } --></style> <meta content="MSHTML 6.00.2900.5921" name="GENERATOR"> </head> <body ocsi="x"> <div dir="ltr"><font face="Tahoma" color="#000000" size="2"></font> </div> <div><font face="Tahoma" color="#000000" size="2"><font face="Arial Narrow" color="#008000" size="3"><strong>I'm back. I'm back to the place I live. I'm back to the place I chose </strong></font><font face="Arial Narrow"><font size="3"><strong>to live. I was home, home is where I belong. And I felt that I belonged there as long as I was there.</strong><br> <br> </font><font size="3">Mom made 'pulihora' and 'payasam' for me :) I had a <strong> mug full of Bournvita </strong>every morning and evening I was there. I ate 'pappu-annam'. It was heavy, but I liked it. I bought my lovely-dovely sister a Cadbury's Silk. And the fact that she's sweet, she gave me my share. Two-thirds :D plus a large Dairy Milk :D :D My family Doc gave me a choco-lava :) My other sister, promised me a hat :) Dad bought me my tea-kettle :) I met my kid-cousins. I dined with my good-old friends. We spoke of those who were there and about those who weren't. I drove around my city. I slept on my bed. I touched my PC. Everything was the same. Or was it?<br> <br> I was visiting all my folks back home and when I visited my Grand folks, my Granny was telling me how the 'chikoo' tree <em>(Sapodilla) </em>in their backyard was planted when her kids were young and how they used to play around it, eat its sweet fruits... Then it was our generation... We all began playing around it... Swings hanging from its branches, the way I hid on the tree-top while playing hide and seek, how I was<br> and still AM fond of its fruits every summer... And now, no one's left in that house but my grand folks with memories, probably fading, of all the three generations that were there. Just the 92-year-old man, as strong and active as ever. And his 80 something-year better half. So... I climbed that tree once again as there was no one else to do it. I plucked its fruits. As big as ever :) (I couldn't stay long enough to eat one though! :() everytime I thought it was the last fruit I'm going to pluck, I found another large one and I found myself reaching for it! I went on for a while and then, I stopped. I could still go on. But I didn't.<br> <br> And then, as I looked down from above, I began to wonder, how life goes on... How we all grow as kids, how we learn from the little things in life as kids, how we create a mould for everything that we perceive, and then when you're out there... Making your living, how you wish your life could still be 'song-and-play' around that old tree, how you would love to play all day, get tired by night, and sleep sound without a thought for the rest of the world. We all slept as babies. Like babies. Then something came over us. We began worrying. We began having sleepless nights. We lost the baby in us to the world around us.<br> <br> <br> <strong>We're all running the race. What race? Who started the race? Is there an end to this race, like all others? When we realize all this, we're already running. I like to run. Run along. Not run away. I'll run. But I know, one day I'll have to stop. What then? Will I be able to sleep like a baby then?</strong><br> <br> I dunno. I know I have to hit the floor tomorrow morning. And that I have to sleep now. I'll sleep. I'll just sleep so I can wake up to the sunshine and run once again. Run Joe run... For you've got to win your bun! :P Run... :) FTW!!</font></font></div> <div> <div dir="ltr"> <div dir="ltr"><font face="arial narrow" size="3"></font> </div> <div dir="ltr"><font face="arial narrow" size="3">See you when I see you folks... :D</font></div> <div dir="ltr"><font face="arial narrow" size="3"></font> </div> <div dir="ltr"><font face="arial narrow" color="#ff0000" size="3"><strong>P.S. Thanks Supertramp, for saving my blog!! :D</strong></font></div> <div dir="ltr"><font face="Arial Narrow">Pranav Kumar Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11737070061768735375noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439927272368831666.post-15161955620739394642010-02-28T21:36:00.002+05:302010-02-28T21:58:48.737+05:30Pune nagariya... :)Hello folks!! :) Loooong time!! Well, a quick update... I moved to Pune about a month back, in search of my roti and dal (quite literally :P) and things have been good so far. In fact, they're great!! :) I've made myself comfortable in an amazingly short time, I set a small cozy corner for myself with Wilson (my large blue ball!! :D) to keep me company all day... and work's good too!! The best part being me doing great at work so far!! Haha!!<br /><br />So, back to Pune... I totally love the climate here, though we spend most of the day in our world-class training facilities ;) The sunsets are all amazing, the city is amazingly clean for the kind of populations it has... And there's something about all the houses here... Each house has a name... most of them are the early 90s kind and the names sound so good!! All of them... like 'Kalpana', 'Maya', 'Kajal'... and many more good names, of which I cant recollect even one now!! Darn!! But yeah, its something more to call a house by a name... creates that magic touch I guess!!<br /><br />I haven't gone around much YET but, the little has been good. And there's absolutely no language issue... we continue to talk in Hindi to ask what we need... and they respond in Marathi (which is extremely sweet to hear when pretty girls speak!!) a word of which we don't understand. But as long as you can get what you want, doen't matter!! ;) I may even end up considering a few rosy prospects here ;)<br /><br />And apparently, this place is called <b>'The OXFORD of the East'!!</b> I can see where all the literacy shows!! Very civilized I must say. This place is proving to be quite a happy place away from home!! Dindn't miss it for more than a day after I got here :P That says it ;)<br /><br />So, this is it for now. I'll get back when I'm less lazy. Too lazy to upload pics right now!! Sometime later maybe.... aaanyway, until then, see you when I see you folks... :DPranav Kumar Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11737070061768735375noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439927272368831666.post-52306139675656522142010-01-17T22:12:00.004+05:302010-01-17T23:03:33.610+05:30Lal Salaam Lal Salaam...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/S1NI28Jt0JI/AAAAAAAABJ8/LHVnQPYflqw/s1600-h/M_Id_131416_Jyoti_Basu.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/S1NI28Jt0JI/AAAAAAAABJ8/LHVnQPYflqw/s400/M_Id_131416_Jyoti_Basu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427762084608594066" /></a><br />The Marxist leader, and if I may say so, The Godfather of Bengal, one with a lighter side to him and a man of great wisdom, Comrade Jyoti Basu died this morning.<br /><br />Let me be honest here, I know not much of the man himself, other than the fact that he ruled Bengal for 23 years straight, which in itself speaks a lot about him and also that he was a very strong-old-man.<br /><br />But I felt it was needed to leave a tribute to him in my small way... I have a great respect for people like him who even make it to live so long as they have... 95 years!! Whoa!! In this age when we guys think of retirement plans, boredom in 40s, 50s... lack of energy to take the staircase to reach the top floors, etc... these people life for so long, live healthy, live with a definite aim, live by something they've chosen for life. The amount of WISDOM these people possess is just amazing!! And to top it all, I just learnt that <span style="font-weight:bold;">he read PG Wodehouse to chill off all the time!! :D</span> Now, that's really some humor for a man of his age!! Not that age has anything to do with it, but just amazes me for that very reason. He studied law in UK in the 1930s... guess that's the Wodehouse link that changed his life forever after!!<br /><br />Whatever, I'm sure the man has a lots of credits to his name and most worthy. I'm just not the one to be enlightening others about him... <span style="font-weight:bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">RIP Comrade Jyoti<i>babu</i></span></span>Pranav Kumar Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11737070061768735375noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439927272368831666.post-86266374231607470112010-01-15T07:49:00.006+05:302010-01-15T08:20:28.576+05:30Why should girls have all the fun??!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Its one thing many men have done and definitely something many more would want to do!! Yeah, I'm talking about the Scooty Pep :)</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://indianautosblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/mio_color_black02.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 570px; height: 440px;" src="http://indianautosblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/mio_color_black02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;">Its a tested and proven fact that Scootys (in general the class of gearless, brake-accelerate vehicles) are easier to drive when it comes to shopping for groceries, carrying some extra luggage back home and a lot more!! At least for a guy like me, who just loves to fall asleep while on two wheels, these vehicles are more safer and make it less tiring without all that gears and clutches!! And must say, the way you can squeeze these vehicles out of traffic... just terrific!! I can actually life one of these and put them on the less crowded lanes if needed... oh yeah!! And the storage space adds more ease to throw in random stuff you pick. Talking of colors, I'm only talking of Black or maybe silver here, its a little too much to ask for to have fun on a PINK scooty!! :P</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">For me, I feel like I'm cruising through when I place my feet straight on the little slant platforms on either sides, push myself to the back of the seat, throw my head back and zoooooommmmm.... :D</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Yeah, its a whole different thing with bikes, all that power, the killer-looks, the rattle that annoys your next door neighbors when you come back late, the harle-harle-harle beats... all of it... its all the DUDE stuff. But tell me, how'd it be to carry a bag of tomatoes or a tray of eggs hanging from the handle of your bikes from the mart down the road?? Totally out of place... it'll be like playing a record slipping tracks. And I have had my share of crashes this way.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Lastly, talking of a greener place, lesser pollution... smaller the vehicle... lesser of all of it :)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Go ahead guys, you can have your share of the girls fun too!! ;)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">See you when I see you folks... :D</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">P.S. What a post to begin I say!! :P And yeah, for those waiting to be blessed by me for the new year... SHINE O Dear Crazy Diamonds... :D</span></div>Pranav Kumar Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11737070061768735375noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439927272368831666.post-83720120758091145992009-12-14T17:28:00.010+05:302009-12-14T17:58:40.152+05:30To imagine a heaven and then not to dream of it, but to demand it.<div><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">"...Its a rare gift, you know, to feel reverence for your own life and to want the best, the greatest, the highest possible, here, now. To imagine a heaven and then not to dream of it, but to demand it."</span></b></span></i><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><b><i><br /><br /></i></b></span></div><b><i><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SyYtbjgZrPI/AAAAAAAABJ0/F2TRH1VlVLI/s1600-h/arms_stretched.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SyYtbjgZrPI/AAAAAAAABJ0/F2TRH1VlVLI/s400/arms_stretched.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415065553370459378" /></a><br /></i></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Hmmm... I was asking myself... is it a dream job you want or a dream company?? And of course its a dream job, a job where you do as your mind pleases, a job where you can THINK about how to get that old rusted motor running, on your own, a job where you can get in and show your team, THIS is how you nail it in the head!! A job where I can drive back home feeling taller and stronger!! :) I feel this only when I swim or when I soil my clothes in the garden, or when I read Rand. At least for now. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">What's a dream company anyway?? Unless you have one of your own!! <b>Only then is it YOUR dream, only yours and no one else's to share. </b>And talking of a job, yes, it could get the best of you for a while, but if you're really looking for more answers, they're all around you. <i>Just a matter of time we begin to see that bright spot down the hallway... the door which leads to LIGHT... where you're standing tall, dark against the light with your arms up, head thrown back, feet apart and when the light hits your face, you look better than ever... you smile. A silent yet fulfilling smile, something that would say more than a thousand words or a beautiful poem... <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">And one day, someday, I WILL come home to that smile... :)</span></b></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">See you when I see you... :D</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;">P.S.<i>I find I'm so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey at the end of which he knows not <b>WHERE</b> he would be but only know <b>WHAT</b> he would be. I hope I can swim across to the other end. I hope to see the land of my dreams, and sit along its shores. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope. </i> Inspired from The Shawshank Redemption :)</span></span></span></div></div>Pranav Kumar Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11737070061768735375noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439927272368831666.post-75271235342287216512009-12-12T23:02:00.012+05:302009-12-12T23:53:20.417+05:30Updates... Revival :)Well, I've just been too lazy to sign into blogger!! Yeah, over 3 months I guess. I've had lots to write but somehow didn't make the effort to do it.<div><br /></div><div>Anyway, if you're really expecting current tales of my land, let me warn you, I have nothing to say about it!! Whatever comes, I will remain and so the people of my land, who cares about borders/boundaries and limits these days??</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SyPbH55Xi2I/AAAAAAAABJk/WohlLnNNEkM/s1600-h/house_vs_god_mug-p16869438206806968421aby_400.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SyPbH55Xi2I/AAAAAAAABJk/WohlLnNNEkM/s320/house_vs_god_mug-p16869438206806968421aby_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414412105876474722" /></a><br /></div><div>So, coming back to me... my first month off I've been busy with House M.D and must say, Hugh Laurie really is some talent man!! <i>In fact as I write this, <b>I feel I must dedicate this post to House!! </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">Why not?? I've been busy watching all the Seasons repeatedly, again and again... and talking of being<b> influenced</b>... </span><span class="Apple-style-span">I've been walking around with a cane, limping, for a few days, and finally had to give it away to someone who ACTUALLY needed it!!... I use Hanson-MmmBop as the ring tone for my friends, and ABBA's Dancing Queen for my brother (those of you who know will know)... </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">you decide what that means. And yeah, I also read that Laurie said <b><i>reading Wodehouse novels saved his life!! </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Oh man!! Now that's really something for reading novels what he is today!! :O</span></b></span></i></div><div><i></i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SyPcFEssMJI/AAAAAAAABJs/pJ8lZbMYXbU/s1600-h/400_F_8288056_x2jL07yHUlUzEVlZAzkAN6vKNg4o6I0t.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SyPcFEssMJI/AAAAAAAABJs/pJ8lZbMYXbU/s320/400_F_8288056_x2jL07yHUlUzEVlZAzkAN6vKNg4o6I0t.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414413156748112018" /></a></div><div>And... I've had my share of Wodehouse too... apart from that, I've had lots of revelations to myself... The most significant of all being<b><i> the attitude of Dentists. Particularly female Dentists... more particularly pretty female dentists!! ;)</i></b> When you're looking at her, you're so lost... the way she smiles, the way she engages you in random talk... smoooooth... and then<b> KRRRRAKKKOWWW</b>!! The next thing you know when you come to your senses is you're bleeding from your gums, she's giving you the <i>perfect-smile</i> with her <i>perfect-teeth</i> and she holds out <b>my</b> extracted tooth and flaunts it in front of you and says,<i> "see... it wasn't that bad, was it??" </i>Oh really!! And then she says, <i>"don't spit anything out for about a day". I must have swallowed a pint of my own blood and Goddess!! it made me sick in the stomach!! </i>Poor me, I didn't realize the smile and kindness were used over the anesthetic to perform this barbarous act!! C'mon!! Pliers??!! Wodehouse rightly says...<b><i> "the prospect of visiting a dentist this evening makes you forget of the total ruin that's in store for you for the year to come!!" </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">He's SO right!!</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Seriously!! What's in it they need to smile about given what they do with it??!!</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So, that is that. And oh, another significant move... <b>I've started fishing again!! :D</b> Big time. I'm going all out each day, and feeling totally on top of the world. But happens so that my to-be employer would like me to come and join sometime soon!! So the fishing stops then maybe (<i>unless I can find a pond at work too ;)</i>) Yeah, you win something, you lose something. Square.</div><div>So until I come back with something of greater significance (<i>which I certainly will!! This was just like a starter ;) </i>), keep on dancing and as always...</div><div><br /></div><div><b><i>see you when I see you folks... :D</i></b></div>Pranav Kumar Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11737070061768735375noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439927272368831666.post-1327857524016871332009-08-08T23:12:00.013+05:302009-08-09T00:25:34.631+05:30LEARNING TO FLY...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sn3GaL9QpBI/AAAAAAAABI8/9KJdYWVttn8/s1600-h/spread+eagle.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sn3GaL9QpBI/AAAAAAAABI8/9KJdYWVttn8/s320/spread+eagle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367664484084130834" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><i><br /><br />Friction lock - set.<br />Mixture - rich<br />Propellers - fully forward<br />Flaps - set - 10 degrees<br />Engine gauges and suction - check</i></b></span><i style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br />Into the distance, a ribbon of black</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" >Stretched to the point of no turning back</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" >A flight of fancy on a windswept field</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" >Standing alone my senses reeled</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">A fatal attraction holding me fast, how</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Can I escape this irresistible grasp?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Cant keep my eyes from the circling skies</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, i</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Ice is forming on the tips of my wings</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">No navigator to guide my way home</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Unladened, empty and turned to stone</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">A soul in tension that's learning to fly<br />Condition grounded but determined to try</b></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Across the clouds I see my shadow fly</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Out of the corner of my watering eye</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">A dream unthreatened by the morning light</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night</span></i><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">This is most of what was ringing in my head (<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xb-Nacm-pKc">Pink Floyd - Learning to Fly</a>) when I was standing across the line, seeing my friends fly-off to chase their dreams... <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I suggest you hear it and SEE it to understand and FEEL it...</span> On a more personal note...<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >I felt like...<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >Like an Eagle I've learned to fly<br />Now I span my wings<br />Only to soar high in the sky<br />If not this summer, not this fall...<br />I will fly, when it is my spring...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">For I was born to fly, alone and high</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Like an Eagle... I WILL FLY...</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">There comes a time for all Eagles to leave the warmth of their nests and learn to fly like an Eagle. they're just born that way.<br /><br />If you walk like a duck, quack like a duck, squat like a duck, then be sure, you ARE A DUCK!! <i>"That which is of the flesh is flesh, that which is of the spirit is spirit"</i> You just have to be born with whatever it takes to reach those heights, span your wings and looks down upon the earthy beings and still stay grounded to that what's needed off the ground!!<br /><br />Live like a King, they once said... the Kings came, they saw, they conquered and they died (or probably fleed their land just to live, forget like a King!!) This is the age of Eagles... they were, they are and they will be.<br /><br />Eagles will never stay on the ground and feed on the worms and grains in grit... They will fly... They will fly high... They will rule the sky... They may be alone high up in the sky, but they just don't care, for they were born to fly - soar high!!<br /><br />Contrary to what I thought it would be, and mostly IS, my presence at the airport, seeing off the people who were part of my dominant thoughts and actions for the last few years, wasn't all that emotional. Not at all emotional actually!! Eagles don't sympathize with one another!! Each one - on his own...<br /><br />I guess the Eagle-ian way of things says it all about what the whole experience has left behind with me...<br /><br />And hey, Eagles don't take advice/teachings from fellow Eagles, nor do they flock together!!<br /><br />Well, that is that... The Eagle-ian way of LIFE!! (I wish I could show you how <i>high</i> I am already!! :|<br /><br />See you when I see you... :D</span>Pranav Kumar Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11737070061768735375noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439927272368831666.post-57487622767696701682009-07-27T23:11:00.004+05:302009-07-27T23:22:13.598+05:30Seriously!! IT-Joe or not, just read it!!Look at what this good man has written about the IT-ian way of LIFE... so its so rightly called, <a href="http://afrozensecond.wordpress.com/2009/07/15/its-life/"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">IT</span>'s life</span>!</a> And also, let me just inform all those who don't know this good man, he himself is one among the IT-clan and yet, he spake the truth. Let the truth prevail... Good work Kalyan!! :D<br /><br />Have fun... until later, see you when I see you... :DPranav Kumar Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11737070061768735375noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439927272368831666.post-4650837258709565812009-07-15T09:12:00.006+05:302009-07-15T09:24:23.916+05:30Bachelor of Engineering!! :D<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sl1S5pky4GI/AAAAAAAABI0/d4FyLiUClQY/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sl1S5pky4GI/AAAAAAAABI0/d4FyLiUClQY/s200/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358530282006962274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Congratulations PK and all my fellow folks who've made it through!! :D<br /><br />My header pic just shows my body, my soul is already flying high!! The first step into the REAL world... And so began the journey of another great man with other great men!! Does this not make him greater??!! :P<br /><br />See you when I see you... :DPranav Kumar Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11737070061768735375noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439927272368831666.post-4387477140288174282009-07-03T02:11:00.023+05:302009-07-22T23:24:07.166+05:30The PERFECT BEGINNING to a PERFECT ENDING... <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0iUntxFSI/AAAAAAAAA8g/zCLIVWDbcCA/s1600-h/Image0040.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353973269667058978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 423px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 428px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0iUntxFSI/AAAAAAAAA8g/zCLIVWDbcCA/s320/Image0040.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">You have to see this to believe it!! The best spot I found in the entire trip... :)</span></span><br /></div><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">*I realized it may seem a loong post for a few. So, if you want just the best of it, watch the videos towards the end and the pic links below... I really<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"> insist</span> that you watch the first video!! Its kinda "bugging"!! ;)</span><br /><br /><i style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)">**The fact that I've drafted this post some 20 days back!! ignore the tenses for a while and read on...</i><br /><br />Hi all!! Finally PK stops over to share something. Must be something really goood and interesting!! ;) Such is the power of a <b>good</b>... actually, a <b>great holiday!!</b><br /><br />As you must have guessed from the title of this post, I just came back from a two day vacation to <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Coorg</span>, and I must say, it was by-far, one of the best places I've ever been to till today!! And an added to the beauty of the place itself, was the Estate we stayed in, and the owners of it, a charming and caring couple as your hosts - there's nothing else to beat that!!<br /><br />So, I started out reluctantly on the whole idea of going out on a holiday with my family (after a decade!!) and somehow ended up going by road from Bangalore to this place called, <span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:180%;" ><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/nikthetitan/CoorgSilverBrookEstate#"><b>Silver Brook Estate</b></a></span> in <span style="font-size:180%;"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/nikthetitan/CoorgNature#"><b>Coorg (click here for the Nature pics!!)</b></a></span>. And believe me, the entire trip, right from the drive on the <i>Bangalore-Mysore Highway</i>, along the twisted and thick green, spiral roads that lead to Madikeri, then to the Estate itself has been good enough to get me high!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0hi1PpO2I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Gd85CUxGhQY/s1600-h/DSC03814.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353972414305352546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0hi1PpO2I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Gd85CUxGhQY/s200/DSC03814.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Day 1:<br />The thick green cover all over the place is something that all of us living in these concrete jungles would love at the very first sight. And the beautiful sounds of the insects, birds and the soothing sound of water flowing along the rocky slopes at a few places was really too much of a Natural experience for me!! :) Once I reached the Estate where we were two spend our next two days, I was exalted seeing the grandeur of the place. The owners of the Estate, <i>Mr.Yogesh and Mrs.Revathi</i>, both greeted us with big energetic hellos as soon as we drove in. Everything in the house was antique... a beautiful clock, a rich collection of books in the library, chairs along the fire place, and the entire house was lit with the natural light coming in through glass tiles on the roof. Oh and life isn't jingalaala without Tata Sky, so that too!! ;)<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0iHqAAVXI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/XhY9hKYcdZA/s1600-h/Image0034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353973046942127474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0iHqAAVXI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/XhY9hKYcdZA/s200/Image0034.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br />We had a bonfire that night, sat around it, a few family pics, the warm company of <b>Pink Floyd</b> all the while, then a wonderful continental dinner. The best part about each meal was that, we just had to mention the style of food, and the rest was taken care by our hosts, no menus, no picking, no trouble at all. There was something special about each meal :) And each time we were served something, that totally shut us up for a while. The juices get going too fast you see!! :P<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Day 2:<br />Waking up to the biting cold, I took a stroll in the Estate and ventured a little deep into the woods <i>(I <b>had</b> to do something adventurous!!)</i>, heard my own voice echo through the hills, observed a few sounds, plants, and was constanly looking out for a snake, so I could hold it and take a pic, but never found one!! :( <span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)">So, I come back and sit by the fire place, with my legs on the coffee table and notice something on my leg and ignored it for a while thinking it was a fiber from my socks. Some, 30 mins later... tadaaa... the apparent fiber was a</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"> </span></span><b style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)">leech sucking my blood!!</b> <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)">I dind't kill him, he shared my blood!! I named him</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"> </span><i style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)">Leechi</i><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"> and put him in a box. We went out had some pics togehter but that evening Leechi died!! :( He couldn't sustain life with my blood!!</span><br /><br />That afternoon we drove to a nearby Elephant camp at a place called Dubbare. And just PK-style, I never even went to the elephant camp!! Instead, we (me and Nik) went white water rafting along the Barapore base camp along the river Cauvery. Now, here's the best part... The raft-guide of my boat kept instigating me saying its safe to swim in those waters, that I wouldn't drown with a life jacket, its going to be fine and all that... <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">I had</span> to tell him what I was made of!!!</span> <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)">Sploosh!! ;)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0pNLGRKZI/AAAAAAAAA-A/PNTaWRCpeJ8/s1600-h/DSC03992.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353980838307506578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0pNLGRKZI/AAAAAAAAA-A/PNTaWRCpeJ8/s200/DSC03992.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0pMqO227I/AAAAAAAAA94/Vg3i1AltXC0/s1600-h/DSC03990.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353980829485161394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0pMqO227I/AAAAAAAAA94/Vg3i1AltXC0/s200/DSC03990.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0pNwj34CI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/zBNTwjS2xUw/s1600-h/DSC04011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353980848363790370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0pNwj34CI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/zBNTwjS2xUw/s200/DSC04011.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0pNXvmboI/AAAAAAAAA-I/PqOTy9O-Ncc/s1600-h/DSC04010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353980841702092418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0pNXvmboI/AAAAAAAAA-I/PqOTy9O-Ncc/s200/DSC04010.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And that evening, yet another spectacular composition of the nature... a pleasant symphony... a near-by brook, the soothing sound of flowing water... Nothing else was needed for that moment. That - in itself!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0j2gSiz3I/AAAAAAAAA8w/RVSLfMqq5sg/s1600-h/DSC04077.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353974951301009266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0j2gSiz3I/AAAAAAAAA8w/RVSLfMqq5sg/s400/DSC04077.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0jmFps9BI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Dpt7Dc89FAo/s1600-h/DSC04070.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353974669272478738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0jmFps9BI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Dpt7Dc89FAo/s200/DSC04070.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0kTsL_vvI/AAAAAAAAA84/dg34I0Ae7Jk/s1600-h/DSC04054.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353975452710977266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0kTsL_vvI/AAAAAAAAA84/dg34I0Ae7Jk/s200/DSC04054.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0kdFDg1AI/AAAAAAAAA9A/n92G7me7gNE/s1600-h/DSC04055.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353975614005105666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0kdFDg1AI/AAAAAAAAA9A/n92G7me7gNE/s200/DSC04055.JPG" border="0" /></a>Day 3:<br />Foggy morning, biting cold, and I set for my morning walk on the last day of my stay. It was the longest walk I EVER went out on!! Full 2 hours and 10 mins!! I just walked down the only road, came across a loooong stream that disappeared into the woods down the hills leaving just the sounds of gushing water behind, fluff cotton coming out of their covers, wild Mangoes, jack fruits all over the roads, and lots and lots of Hibiscus all along the way... <i>Mera dil toh garden garden ho gayaa!! nahin, jungle jungle ho gaya!! :P </i>Not to forget, the way I was singing out aloud, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NOyiaVezOm4"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">A Brave New World - Maiden</span></a>, and the few passers-by or even fewer residents along the path, staring at me like I was a complete Jackass!! Maybe I was acting like one then!! But it was fun... :D And finally, after the long walk and a fantabulous closing meal for breakfast, we set out on our way back home... The same lush green, bright sun through the trees and not to forget, the soothing effect of photo-films on your eyes... ;)<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0pMdsw7UI/AAAAAAAAA9w/7F-Nc0rKW40/s1600-h/DSC04157.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353980826120940866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0pMdsw7UI/AAAAAAAAA9w/7F-Nc0rKW40/s200/DSC04157.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0mbrjnLaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Nip53W8msWk/s1600-h/DSC04170.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353977789003804066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0mbrjnLaI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Nip53W8msWk/s200/DSC04170.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0mbYj-spI/AAAAAAAAA9g/EEIeDPM64MI/s1600-h/DSC04147.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353977783905071762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0mbYj-spI/AAAAAAAAA9g/EEIeDPM64MI/s200/DSC04147.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0mawSF1wI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/d0obNoLPfcU/s1600-h/DSC04142.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353977773092624130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0mawSF1wI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/d0obNoLPfcU/s200/DSC04142.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0maoT0KaI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/bbnhgxySJtY/s1600-h/DSC04134.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353977770952370594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0maoT0KaI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/bbnhgxySJtY/s200/DSC04134.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0maKneATI/AAAAAAAAA9I/Z8rie8uobYQ/s1600-h/DSC04123.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353977762981740850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sk0maKneATI/AAAAAAAAA9I/Z8rie8uobYQ/s200/DSC04123.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">Click on any pic to view it in Full-res... There's hidden beauty in details...</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"> </span><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-size:180%;" ><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/nikthetitan/CoorgNature#">http://picasaweb.google.com/nikthetitan/CoorgNature#</a></span><br /></div><br /><br />I really wanted something more than the Goas, Manalis and East and West of India, and I found more than what I wanted at Namma Coorg!! :D It was a very refreshing experience after a long time!! And yeah, most credits to the owners of the Estate we stayed in... they made our Holiday!! :)<br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)">And also, one</span> </span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)">misadventure</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)">... I had to cough up 100 bucks to Traffic Maama!! Sun-of-a-gun, was chilling under a tree and wired the other guys saying I went around the circle in the wrong direction!! Yeah right!! On a one-lane town, manned traffic signals (3 or 4) and one Police Station, how lucky could I get?? I got caught b/w two signals that had the police station b/w them!!</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"> </span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:130%;" >Wah PK!! Your stars are SHINING ON YOU!!</span></span><br /><br />Now, that's what I call a complete family-package!! This energy is still getting me going...<br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">And finally, a few MUST WATCH VIDEOS!! Don't blame me if one of them is really annoying!! But I suggest you hear it anyway!! ;) Yeah, "HEAR IT"...</span><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw9AHxf08WSt7QvbbYXM18tTufPEbq2nfriwSIsgwVjlTQX7kiG_AOReufCXrTo2I8svMFalRpS_Fd6YrH3yQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">It gives me great pleasure to introduce the biggest and most annoying Jack of the Jungle!! ;) Listen to it for yourself...</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"> </span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)">DONT MISS IT!! ITS REAL FUN!! </span><br /></div></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dye7NoPDG02Laf4HdCgMe1t33ShjXzodlUS-gYTtvnheOrY2R7CdaDT5o2xi53ofXuOa8T8mHvGmMKuwt32lA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0); FONT-STYLE: italic">This one's along the road during my walk...</span><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">So until later, with another powerful post</span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">, s</span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">e</span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">e you when I see you... :D</span></div></div>Pranav Kumar Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11737070061768735375noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439927272368831666.post-73366523724976806452009-06-26T15:35:00.009+05:302009-06-26T17:49:08.376+05:30Well... Just REMEMBER THE TIME...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.michaeljackson.com/img/mj-splash-bg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 251px;" src="http://www.michaeljackson.com/img/mj-splash-bg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I had to give my own tribute to this Legend, self-proclaimed and maybe the very best King of Pop. Ever.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I have been saying this to people since morning and I'll say it here too...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">They say history repeats itself every once in a while... Maybe. But it'll never be anything like this guy created!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Like most of us here, I had my very own experience growing up with MJ's music... One of the very first songs I sat down and wrote the lyrics listening to the songs was - Stranger in Moscow...</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">And one of his best ever with Slash - Give into me...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://crocmusic.com/images/albums_large/291/michael_jackson_michael_jackson_greatest_hits_history_vol_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 140px;" src="http://crocmusic.com/images/albums_large/291/michael_jackson_michael_jackson_greatest_hits_history_vol_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">I spent a lot of time admiring this pic on one of his disks...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And I just came to know, MJ has a patent for his Moonwalk shoes!! Cool!!</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b8/Michael_Jackson_sculpture.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b8/Michael_Jackson_sculpture.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">RIP MJ!! Your music will live on...</span></span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">P.S. Coming up, my much delayed and awaited post on my vacation to Coorg. The best ever!! (so far)</span>Pranav Kumar Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11737070061768735375noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439927272368831666.post-55473991154258145352009-03-28T11:53:00.002+05:302009-03-28T12:10:37.553+05:30YES!! MAN...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sc3GHYtttcI/AAAAAAAAAyw/0SMojsjtPU8/s1600-h/yes_man01.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/Sc3GHYtttcI/AAAAAAAAAyw/0SMojsjtPU8/s320/yes_man01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318124565189998018" /></a><br /><i>Say it a million times.<br />Say it a million more times.<br /><br />And the word you will have said more than 2 million times is:</i><br /><br /><span style="font-size:+8;"><b>YES!!</b></span><b></b><br /><br />Well, have I been busy?? - <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">YES</span><br /><br />Or just lazy?? - <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">YES</span><br /><br />Is all this completely crazy?? - <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">YES</span><br /><br />Did I feed the fish the tadpoles?? - <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">YES</span><br /><br />Did I go off on a long long vacation?? - <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">YES</span><br /><br />Will I be back ever again - <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">YES</span><br /><br />Soon?? - <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">YES</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">YES</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">YES</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">YES</span><br /><br /><b>So, will you go watch the movie if you haven't yet??<br /><br />........<br /><br />Hell, YES!!<br /><br />See you when I see you... :D</b>Pranav Kumar Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11737070061768735375noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439927272368831666.post-74388412589644191412009-02-26T13:50:00.004+05:302009-02-26T14:13:35.281+05:30A WELL-DESERVED SAD POST!!!<b>Yes!! It is!! Why?? Why should all this happen?? Why should I be in a position where I cannot do a damn thing about any of it?? Why am I a citizen of this country when I can't help it fight its evil?? WHY??</b><br /><br />READ THE POST AT - <a href="http://humhainbharat.blogspot.com/">WE ARE INDIA</a>...Pranav Kumar Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11737070061768735375noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439927272368831666.post-22301748671239717872009-02-19T04:46:00.007+05:302009-02-19T05:11:46.881+05:30The SNAKE CHARMER... (well, almost!! ;))<span style="font-style: italic;">I was off on a trip to my friend's sisters wedding... and the wedding in itself, was just a small part of the day... what happened around it... see for yourself!!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SZyYr1CIwHI/AAAAAAAAAxM/0tSVRUQEhBg/s1600-h/DSC00563.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SZyYr1CIwHI/AAAAAAAAAxM/0tSVRUQEhBg/s400/DSC00563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304282339873439858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Have a closer look, look at the transparent layer on its eye socket...</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SZyZePkGyPI/AAAAAAAAAxc/1flT9YL5r8g/s1600-h/DSC00565.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SZyZePkGyPI/AAAAAAAAAxc/1flT9YL5r8g/s400/DSC00565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304283205988698354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">And can someone explain to me, what does this guy exactly do??!! I mean co-operate in what?? to whom?? is it gender specific?? if yes, then what about the other gender??</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SZyaPPyEw8I/AAAAAAAAAxk/v-Z70pHi7Ac/s1600-h/DSC00523.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SZyaPPyEw8I/AAAAAAAAAxk/v-Z70pHi7Ac/s400/DSC00523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304284047860876226" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And finally, how's this for some food place to go to??<br /><br /><b>HIGH CLASS C<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">A</span>NFECTIONER<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">'</span>S <i>(with an aprostrophe and s!!)</i></b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SZybBxMvV2I/AAAAAAAAAxs/p_ZDCukchS4/s1600-h/DSC00525.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SZybBxMvV2I/AAAAAAAAAxs/p_ZDCukchS4/s320/DSC00525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304284915824547682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><b>And a <i>B<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">E</span>K<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">A</span>RY</i>...</b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SZybUxhWXLI/AAAAAAAAAx0/io3N0D5UPMM/s1600-h/DSC00529.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SZybUxhWXLI/AAAAAAAAAx0/io3N0D5UPMM/s320/DSC00529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304285242328505522" border="0" /></a><br /><br />All in all, it was a very good trip and a great wedding!!<br /><br />See you when I see you... :)Pranav Kumar Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11737070061768735375noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439927272368831666.post-76658819262372419362009-02-03T20:59:00.004+05:302009-02-05T19:51:20.741+05:30Another guy... another GOD theory...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SYr0xaYIQPI/AAAAAAAAAck/ZJWqZps13c8/s1600-h/sun-god2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SYr0xaYIQPI/AAAAAAAAAck/ZJWqZps13c8/s400/sun-god2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299317041286103282" /></a><br /><i>I read THE PINK ORCHID's <a href="http://lifeofthepinkorchid.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-traditional-indian-girl.html">post</a> of being traditional and started commenting... I soon realized, I had a lot to share. So, here I go...</i><br /><br />I said this on previous occasions but I'll just state it once again for the record... <i>PK doesn't believe in GOD but believes in the ways of religion. But me not acknowledging GOD doesn't make his/her existence questionable if they REALLY exist. At least I know, I know.</i> Now if you're saying to yourself, why'd I care (IF), read on... its always fun to read these things...<br /><br /><i>I am an atheist. But, having said that, let me also tell you, I love and respect religion. YES. Not GOD, RELIGION. Because nothing bad ever was preached by any religion. Religions are just a way of life... a disciplined way of life... follow it long enough and they call it a TRADITION!!<br /><br />I do not have the influence of God on my life but I feel, all the religious traditions I've been put through, have built a great part of me!! For one thing, it surely taught me to be patient!! sitting through long sessions and stuff. Also, while people chant, I believe it would have some effect on them, not because of God, but because it involves taking control of one's own many senses.....</i><br /><br />I accept the fact that I am what I am because of the effects religion has had on me <i>(though I don't acknowledge the GOD factor involved in it)</i>. Any religion, if followed the right way, is good. Its just a huge collection of a set of DOs and DONTs which have been studied for centuries and put together as one solid thesis... RELIGION. Good. But, the confusing or rather amusing part here is, were the makers of these religions lacking so much confidence in themselves that they had to acknowledge all these as teachings of some being who is above the entire Human race?? And even worse, losers came along with passing time and added a whole new list of DOs and DONTs which had nothing to do with the initial teachings!!<br /><br />A guy sitting in a laboratory achieves a feat no man has EVER achieved in life before, something that would CHANGE the world forever... and the <i>bunch of losers</i> come along saying, let's all thank God for this!! Guys!! The guy who discovered that thing is your GOD, He is The Man, standing right in front of you!!<br /><br />A student studies HARD or whatever it is he does to score well and all the good results are dedicated to <b>HIM</b> and the bad ones to <b>him</b>!! No!! <i>HE</i> did not even remotely help the guy when he was staggered at the junction, not knowing whether to choose <i><b>"Berkley or Lamport's Algorithm"</i></b> or <b><i>"the different types of threads"</i></b>, neither of which he knew the answers to, to clear the line!! But the guy somehow managed the show himself and in the end did a fair job.<br /><br />Jokes apart, the whole GOD-factor in this world, is causing more destruction than ever before!! Now, it MAY not be fair enough to blame The Gods themselves for all that, but the fact that its in their name and there's not a GOD-DAMN thing they can do about it, remains a fact.<br /><br /><b>So, the Gods either need to make a PUBLIC-APPEARANCE and set all the records straight <i>(which I really doubt, because the people doing stuff in their name need more action and definitely wouldn't spare GOD-himself for coming out in the open and making a statement)</i> or PEOPLE need to stop worrying themselves about the GOD-factor and start living for themselves. Now, when I say this, I am definitely not preaching. For me, that's the IDEAL solution!! Because if people still fought then (which I'm sure they will), it would at least be based on an element of TRUTH and someday, there can be JUSTICE. But GOD, he's way above the LAW!!</b><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SYr1km53iqI/AAAAAAAAAcs/2C88kKW4PsY/s1600-h/atheist_god.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SYr1km53iqI/AAAAAAAAAcs/2C88kKW4PsY/s400/atheist_god.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299317920822168226" /></a><br /><br /><font color=blue><b>See you when I see you... :)</b></font>Pranav Kumar Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11737070061768735375noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439927272368831666.post-8592880075776158532009-01-30T22:15:00.006+05:302009-01-30T22:25:36.919+05:30What is INFINITE??<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SYMvVRj8aKI/AAAAAAAAAcc/81H3ETtwRk0/s1600-h/infinite.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SYMvVRj8aKI/AAAAAAAAAcc/81H3ETtwRk0/s320/infinite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297129629255755938" /></a><br /><i><b><font color=blue>Something that's way beyond the scope of the Human Mind...<br /><br />Or something we're too lazy to chase around??</b></i></font><br /><br /><i>You can feel free to explain 'ifs' and 'buts' or are we too lazy for that too?? ;)</i><br /><br /><i>P.S. The reason I asked myself this Q was, I was driving along the cities roads and saw a great amount of work had been done overnight at some places (for 30th Jan!!) and was wondering why this doesn't happen every day of the year?? And then I gave up thinking. Again, a little while later, I ask myself, why did I stop thinking?? Is the problem infinite?? Maybe yes, maybe not!!</i><br /><br /><b>People can just point fingers at one another = infinite<br />Or just the one man who can get things done <i>PERIOD</i></b><br /><br />See you when I see you... :)Pranav Kumar Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11737070061768735375noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439927272368831666.post-50335309136273678692009-01-22T21:00:00.008+05:302009-01-22T21:47:29.032+05:30“THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE ARE UNEXPECTED - BECAUSE THERE WERE NO EXPECTATIONS.”<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SXiYxUs2zyI/AAAAAAAAAb8/iQ-KcG2Z0ko/s1600-h/unexpected.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SXiYxUs2zyI/AAAAAAAAAb8/iQ-KcG2Z0ko/s320/unexpected.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294149335111880482" border="0" /></a><br />Here's the scenario... I was busy running around places doing random stuff, enjoying my vacations at Bangalore, from being caught peeking into my record during a lab internal to completely manipulating the output in the external exams... I've done everything that I should say just happened unexpectedly... I've started a BLOGATHON during my university exams, I've spent sleepless nights before exams blogging and...<br /><br />FINALLY... the awaited moment... RESULTS...<br /><br />I was prepared for ANYthing to happen. ANYTHING!! I thought of all possibilities for all kinds of results... from working after studies to having a career in politics to being a pedlar (honest!! there's good money there after all!!)...<br /><br />And then, my brother shouts to me (while I was busy sleeping), <i>"PK!!!! ALL CLEAR!!!"</i> Maybe he was expecting me to jump out of bed in joy or show a sign of relief!! But trust me, it just meant filling up another void for me!! You know why?? Because, <b>I was hoping for the best, but I was prepared for the worst too!! ;)</b> <i>And oh, to top it all, I guess its one of the best scores I've got so far!! YAY!! My dollar dreams are still on!! :D</i><br /><br />So, PK's back... anyone wants to give me updates on anything at all... just feel free... because I am very busy trying to find something to keep up to at this point in time... bring it on folks!!<br /><br />As always, until later, see you when I see you... :)<br /><br /><b>P.S. I celebrated my joy with Floyd (Comfortably Numb!!)</b>Pranav Kumar Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11737070061768735375noreply@blogger.com146tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439927272368831666.post-30930025535521449742009-01-09T19:07:00.005+05:302009-01-12T23:36:04.425+05:30NONAME.TAG<span style="font-size:85%;">Another tag from <a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;" href="http://lifeofthepinkorchid.blogspot.com/">The PINK ORCHID</a>... here I go... But before that, I pledged my support to a good cause, here I go with that first...<br /></span><h1 style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" class="title"><a href="http://move-your-feet.blogspot.com/">"When You Pray, Move Your Feet" </a></h1>Now that's what is called, 'COMMITMENT TO A CAUSE'... I am part of it... are you??<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">1) Who are you?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A) I am exactly the same guy I look in the mirror each day, and am a product of a series of chemical reactions happening in that twisted place in my upstairs!! I am COMPLETELY all what I am.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">2) What have you achieved in your life till now?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A) Such is the nature of the question... I have achieved a lot!! A lots of knowledge, not to be confused with the wisdom I gained, lots of medals in swimming, lots of mischief in life, almost a Degree, most of all, an experience that's worth a LIFETIME of mine and completely worth each day I lived!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">3) Do you respect your parents and obey them, even if they don't share your viewpoint?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A) I respect all Human Beings living on this earth!! I mean it!! And I definitely don't agree with majority of the population, respect for them has nothing to do with my differences.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">4) Do you believe in god?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A) NO. I would take the liberty to say more here... a little confusing for those who can't get it but for others, I believe in all RELIGIONS!! YES. The way I see things, all RELIGIONS are based on facts that have been put together for centuries. No religious man can EVER be a danger to the world we live in. But clearly, what we see today, is not even the remotest definition of ANY religion. And do subtract all SUPERSTITION from all religions!! And somehow, I prefer to stay a non-religious man, despite what I've said.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">5) What are the things that you associate with god?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A) If anything, its THE LIGHT - THE SUN. And talking of GODLY figures, EACH MAN IS HIS OWN GOD. Period. I love WATER and AIR too...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">6)Is it really not necessary to stand out for whats right and not complaint for whats wrong?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A) ALWAYS. But we need to do it in a smart way. What's good is a cause that you'd die fighting for, even before you've done something about it?? And anyway, there's no COMMON RIGHT / WRONG in this entire universe. Just the window of perception we choose.</span><br /><br />Phew!! That was some serious tag!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I'd just hook Dolphin with this tag... love to hear from you on these Qs!!</span><br /><br />See you when I see you... :)<br /><br />P.S. Feel completely free to tag yourself or even keep yourself away from it. Whatever you choose!!<br /></span>Pranav Kumar Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11737070061768735375noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439927272368831666.post-18290675840706800282009-01-01T06:18:00.005+05:302009-01-01T07:05:48.265+05:30TIK...TOK...TIK...TOK<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" ><b><i>2009... HERE I COME TO, CREATE A LOT MORE OFF YOU BABY...</i></b></span><br /><br /><i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><b>And so the clock ticked off its way into a new space, leaving a lot behind, carrying a lot forward, some things remembered, even more forgotten... AND ALL OF US, INEVITABLY, HAVE BEEN MOVED OUT OF WHAT'S NOW OLD AND DELIVERED INTO THE NEW ZONE...</b></i><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SVwY5Pwea2I/AAAAAAAAAa8/oUlsNnuiylo/s1600-h/rayOfHope.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SVwY5Pwea2I/AAAAAAAAAa8/oUlsNnuiylo/s320/rayOfHope.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286127434387581794" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><i>MAY THE LIGHT SHINE ITS BRIGHTEST ON YOU...</i></b><i style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"></i><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SVwY4zbRciI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DdvGR7cnW3w/s1600-h/rainbow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SVwY4zbRciI/AAAAAAAAAa0/DdvGR7cnW3w/s320/rainbow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286127426782458402" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><i style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><b>MAY IT BRING OUT AS MANY COLORS IN YOU...</b></i><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SVwY4Kw3aPI/AAAAAAAAAak/995Jf0Ztav0/s1600-h/20061212161546_shine_on_you_crazy_diamond.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SVwY4Kw3aPI/AAAAAAAAAak/995Jf0Ztav0/s320/20061212161546_shine_on_you_crazy_diamond.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286127415867173106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">AND MAY <i>THIS BIRD</i> GUIDE US THROUGH, ALL THE WAY THROUGH...</b><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SVwY4SMcJGI/AAAAAAAAAas/MpXWGFw3vQQ/s1600-h/white+dove.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bVE8d7lwVhc/SVwY4SMcJGI/AAAAAAAAAas/MpXWGFw3vQQ/s320/white+dove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286127417861874786" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span style="font-size:180%;">WISH YOU ALL A BRIGHT AND HAPPY NEW YEAR... 2009<br /><br />SEE YOU WHEN I SEE YOU... :D</span><br /></b>Pranav Kumar Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11737070061768735375noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439927272368831666.post-18725505824631134372008-12-31T02:27:00.006+05:302008-12-31T02:42:55.628+05:30PYAAR KE PAL...I went back to school a few days back... took a silent walk down all the roads, I still remember every small corner of the place... and all along the stay there I was humming...<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx_1W-YU7FUF_XfR3VHU2lmuWer6frdrEXNcUtY6mU-n95yPM4YDN1YJdMeHuAXVocczpFJ2GmAszZsJ7onog' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><b>To someone I said this song would say it all... And that's all I say... :D</b><br /><br />I'm sitting some 22 hrs. behind a NEW start and I'm so relaxed and feel so good about the fact that, no matter how bad we screw up each time, every time, we get to start all over again... the 5's... the 10's... the NEW's...<br /><br /><b>HERE I COME 2009 (still running... :P) TAKE ME IN YOUR ARMS AND I'LL BE SPINNING AROUND WITH YOU... 60 times a minute... 360 times an hour... do the rest of the math yourself... :|</b><br /><br /><i><b>TAKE POSITIONS... PULL UP YOUR SOCKS... SET ONE FOOT BEHIND... tik...tok...tik...tok...</i></b><br /><br />Of course guys... See you on the other end of the symphony... :DPranav Kumar Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11737070061768735375noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439927272368831666.post-87065589172582932332008-12-28T04:55:00.003+05:302008-12-28T22:29:09.455+05:30IF YOU'RE DYING TO READ... HERE I GO... MY FIRST TAG...<i>Zindagi ne zindagi bhar gham diye... jitne bhi mausam diye sab nam diye... :P</i><br />I never thought I'd be doing this but, hey, such is the scheme of things... the unexpected happens only when you're not REALLY expecting them to... guess that's what the word means, right??!!<br /><br /><i>1. If your lover betrayed you, what would you do?</i><br /><br /><b>move on man!! and if you call being with some other man 'betrayal' I've always said this and I'm saying it again... AS LONG AS SHE'S "WITH ME" WHILE SHE'S WITH ME, I wouldn't really care!! And once that happens (being WITH ME) I'll take care of the rest. So give your brains some thought on that, you'll figure out the design!!</b><br /><br /><i>2. If you could have one dream come true which one it would be?</i><br /><br /><b>quite honestly, to make it BIG with my swimming!! I wouldn't really want all my talent to go waste!! :|</b><br /><br /><i>3. Whose butt would you like to kick?</i><br /><br /><b>NONE!! Yipee!! I kick myself once in a while and that's it. No butt whipping for me, that's not my specialization either!!</b><br /><br /><i>4. What would you like to do with a billion dollars?</i><br /><br /><b>I'm a practical man. Give me the money and I'd have thought about it just then!! Smart eh??</b><br /><br /><i>5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?</i><br /><br /><b>what if the person I love also happened to be my Best FRIEND?? Big deal!! But otherwise, my best friend turning into my lover, well I've never been there yet. So, I'm a practical man and choose not to answer the question straight until I'm there. :D</b><br /><br /><i>6. Which is more blessed: loving someone or being loved by someone?<br />any other options?</i><br /><br /><b>Being loved by someone you love!!</b><br /><br /><i>7. How long would you wait for someone you love?</i><br /><br /><b>I'd ask her right away. If yes, live HAPPILY EVER AFTER, if NO, move on man...</b><br /><br /><i>8. If the person you like is secretly attached, what would you do?</i><br /><br /><b>Its a secret!! Let it lie. Don't even bother telling/asking me!!</b><br /><br /><i>9. If you could root for one social cause, what would it be?</i><br /><br /><b>EDUCATION FOR ALL CHILDREN BORN FROM <font color=red>THIS</font> MOMENT. Good education is the beginning of THE END of all the problems in 'whole wide world'. I believe.</b><br /><br /><i>10. What takes you down the fastest?</i><br /><br /><b>An exhausting 6km swimming workout in one session</b><br /><br /><i>11. I loathe most in people?</i><br /><br /><b>The PASSION to be/impress SOMEONE else!!</b><br /><br /><i>12. What's your fear?</i><br /><br /><b>Can there be a fear of fearlessness??</b><br /><br /><i>13. What kind of person do you think is the person who tagged you?</i><br /><br /><b>There are two (that I know at least!!)<br />1.divinediu : Smart girl!! :D I guess!! Someone who believes in having a personal space, a sacred place. I mean no mixed up priorities. Right??<br />2.Sydney : Someone who's planned out a complete year that's to come (which takes a large piece of the mind to even <i>think</i> about!! appreciate it!! :D) and is having FULL THROTTLE fun with the whole idea of finding a mate for herself!! :P Let me reassure you, you ARE looking for someone from this planet and the lists are being run through... the code will find a match and the lights will go green...<br />3.Dolphin : speaking heart!! :D another guy who believes in "STOP WONDERING. START WORKING" What say??</b><br /><br /><i>14. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?</i><br /><br /><b>I say, is it too mach to ask for being married and rich??</b><br /><br /><i>15. What is the first thing you do when you wake up?</i><br /><br /><b>I suck water out of my sipper, make my bed and FIRST brush my teeth (EARLY IN THE MORNING...)</b><br /><br /><i>16. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?</i><br /><br /><b>What are they?? Cherries to pick?? I'll never fall in love with two people simultaneously. NEVER. Its upto me and my senses, and I say, NEVER. Its MIND OVER MATTER :|</b><br /><br /><i>17. Would you give all in a relationship?</i><br /><br /><b>ALL but not my personal space. I don't mean keeping secrets or anything but just time for me to sit back in my rocker and listen to Floyd under some blue light... and stuff like that. Its okay if she joins me with her own passion for them, not sharing mine.</b><br /><br /><i>18. What's eating you right now?</i><br /><br /><b>No issues what-so-ever. I was born to be HAPPY...AND COMPLETELY FREE OF ALL TENSIONS IN LIFE :D Its just the way you look at things... just chill!!</b><br /><br /><i>19. Do you prefer being single or in a relationship?</i><br /><br /><b>Its like saying would want to be a BABY or grow up to be a MAN. No matter what, if I'm hangin' in there long enough, then I'd be both right??</b><br /><br /><i>20. Tag six people.</i><br /><br /><b>I HATE THIS PART!!! CAN I SKIP THIS?? OR CAN I TAG 6 OF MY ALTERS?? CAN I VIOLATE RULE #2?? Oh c'mon!! Exceptions can be made!! I know. You're all such "sweet" people!! :D But if you INSIST, I'll think about it...</b><br /><br />Until later, see you when I see you... :)Pranav Kumar Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11737070061768735375noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439927272368831666.post-43003785070093704262008-12-23T06:45:00.005+05:302008-12-23T07:16:46.219+05:30S.O.S<b>My seat belt was fastened and the stewardess got a BIG PACKET of TAMARIND CANDY <i>(the small round balls, wrapped two in a transparent wrapper!! great jaw breakers!!)</i> SPECIALLY FOR ME because she thought I was sweet!! But I correct her saying, <i>"I'm SMART, not SWEET!!"</i> :|:D I took a few tam. balls and then the Old Lady diagonally behind me takes all the remaining candy while I'm talking to my brother (who's sitting behind me) and when I look at her she had a <i>tortoise look on her face!!</i> And we started racing across the runway, despite the fact that three of my other cousins didn't board the flight yet and some old man in the plane was yelling at the Pilot to take-off already!! And my plane just skid off the runway because an idiot came across the plane, on an ACTIVA (I couldn't see who was driving!! :P), at the take-off point and also an old man was crossing the runway from ahead of the plane!! </b><br /><br /><b>So, my Pilot loses track and goes out of the way and circles all the small lanes in Bangalore, in a circular path, to get back on track!! And I, along with my brother, get off the plane near my house(the plane's still trying to get back on track!!), which happens to be on the radial path of the plane(??!!), to pick my other cousins up!! They're baffled to see me outside, and tell me their actual plan was to miss the flight!! We had a good laugh, while the rest of my family, who're also in the plane, were all worried if we'd make it on time!! And just when we were leaving home, with the plan that we'll have <i>Ice Cream</i> at <i>Corner House</i> and then see if we can STILL board the plane...</b><br /><br /><b><font color=red>Mr.HC messages saying, <i>"...Go through DATA MINING TECHNIQUES!!!"</i> WTF?? You broke my dream!! But that's alright!! Wonder what more I'd have seen if I dreamt on!!</b></font><br /><br /><b>RISE AND SHINE, PK</b><br /><br /><b><font color=blue><i>Okay guys, I'm going on a break here (don't show signs of relief yet!! :|), I'll be back soon. :) Very soon... :D</b></font></i><br /><br /><b>So, until later, see you when I see you... :D<br />And Merry Christmas or whatever it is you'd be doing that day, have fun!!</b>Pranav Kumar Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11737070061768735375noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439927272368831666.post-47131356813784207392008-12-21T22:27:00.003+05:302008-12-21T23:58:35.544+05:30Day 27 : What NEXT?? (PART - 3)Well, I got into one of the Kendriya Vidyalayas, Picket, the best here (for education(what am I doing there??!!) ) and it did take a while for me to settle into this whole new culture. People from all places and all that.<br /><br />But guess what (like <i>What next??</i> :P)<br />At a point in life which <i>could</i> shape a major part of your career, I still stuck to doing what I do best. :D<br />I'm still swimming. In fact harder than ever before. I can say, the this was the BEST patch in my entire swimming career. I was SOOO HAPPY with my performance, I ended up with BIG plans to make a career out of it!! But yeah, REALITY...<i><b>THE</b> b.i.t.c.h</i>... It's never REAL yet its the biggest thing ruling your life!!<br /><br />Now, like I said, I'm Captain of The Ship and am in full charge. So, again I fall asleep in classes, I walk out of school whenever I please, and all I remember doing in my Biotech Lab was staring at a BIG FISH which never moved an inch. I mean it was alive for the two years I was there, it was BIIIGG, but I NEVER saw it move. Yeah it changed places, but it NEVER moved. It was one of my cousins who saved my ship from sinking during my Biotech exams, who has a Doctorate in some field in Zoology and I was there for him to handle amidst all his busy schedules. Man!! Am I a ROYAL pain or what?? :P THANKS DOC!! <i><b>This could probably be the FIRST TIME I'M ACTUALLY THANKING SOMEONE!! MAN!!! I LOVE THIS PLACE!!</i></b><br /><br />Now, here's where I faced the toughest question in life... <b>PEOPLE ALWAYS ASKED ME <i>"WHAT NEXT??"</i> WELL, I DIDN'T QUITE KNOW THE ANSWER MYSELF, SO I ASKED PEOPLE <i>"WHAT NEXT??"</i> SO, THIS WAS GOING ON FOR A WHILE AND SOON ENOUGH THE WHOLE WORLD WAS ASKING EACH OTHER, <i>"WHAT NEXT??"</i></b><br /><br />Then I told myself, I was responsible for the DEADLOCK and so answered the question myself.<br /><br />One last time, I asked myself, <b><i>"What next??"</b></i><br />I said, <b>"YES. I'll go on and do <i>SOME</i>thing in life!!"</b><br />Now, if this is the kind of answer a guy gave to the BIGGEST Question in his life, I'd say, "SURE!! This guy's going <b>SOME</b>where in life!!<br /><br />And here I am, at the place I currently am. Vasavi College of Engineering. Again one of THE BEST and I HAD to be there. (Get used it and move on...!! :|:P)<br /><br />Now THIS is where, the TRUE colors of me showed up or in fact ARE showing up. I'm STRONG<i>ER</i> (both in body and mind), I'm rediscovering myself at each new juncture. I definitely couldn't say (some three years back), I'd be the guy who's sleeping in class during an Assignment (not the surprising part) and wake up all of a sudden to just stand and thrash my lecturer on his views, on life and more!! My folks no longer ask me, <b>"What next??"</b> They know I'll end up doing <b>SOME</b>thing, though I strongly feel they don't know the MAGNITUDE of <b>SOME</b> here, not yet, but they'll find out soon... :)<br /><br />And whoa!! Its not over. Not yet. I'm still swimming. :D The intervals are a little longer this time (the LONGEST being some 7 months or so), but I'm still <i>there</i>, doing <i>that</i>. And I hope something good comes off a good mans best talent. And oh please, don't pour in wishes for this now. Its just a possibility, I'm talking of here. Relax. Deep breath. Frown a little. Smile a lot.<br /><br /><b>And like always, see you when I see you... :)</b><br /><br /><b>AFTER THOUGHT 1 : </b>Is 3 an unlucky number?? Now I know why Ocean's 13 wasn't as good as 11 and 12!! Whatever, <b><i>LIFE still GOES ON... :)</i></b><br /><b>AFTER THOUGHT 2 :</b> And I would be a complete JACKASS, if I didn't THANK my folks for the best thing that I am. Of course its because of ME, but still, Thanks folks!! Whoooph!! I can't believe I just wrote that!! And I'm not sure I'll get my folks to read this, but its at least written. <b><i>LIFE STILL GOES ON... :):):)</i></b><br /><b>AFTER THOUGHT 3 :</b> WTF is this?? Thanks giving day?? Is it 27th of Nov. ANYwhere on the planet?? :|<br /><br /><b>P.S. <i>I look back at the ME that was 5 minutes from now, 1 hour back, a month ago, an year, a lifetime.... at what I AM, all that comes to mind, <i>"I am Jack's complete lack of surprise!!"</i>, Fight Club. Good going PK. You'll definitely go SOMEwhere good in life!! :D:D:D</b></i><br /><br /><b><font color=red><i>This is the longest I'm taking to hit the PUBLISH button, I sat back for 15 minutes. And... CLICK</b></font></i>Pranav Kumar Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11737070061768735375noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439927272368831666.post-36183499293404811012008-12-20T22:32:00.004+05:302008-12-20T23:04:40.538+05:30Day 26 : What NEXT?? (PART - 2)So, the races kept coming and I kept swimming... I swam better, I went higher up the ladder... Oh yeah, schooling (primary and secondary) happened between swimming... At school, <i>the day began with tasteless plain milk with sugar and scum particulate all in it!! </i>GROSS... I drained my milk in the sink and asked the guys, <i style="font-weight: bold;">"What next??"</i><br />They said, <i style="font-weight: bold;">"The FUN part...:|"</i><br />I replied, all excited, <i style="font-weight: bold;">"Oh really!!"</i><br />They said, dryly, <i style="font-weight: bold;">"Completely"</i><br />I only understood a little while later what they meant!! Life got more complicated...<br />Social Studies, English, Hindi, Sciences, and how could my darlings leave me alone?? <b>MATHS AND HISTORY</b>. History was all grand and fine, but Math, I must say, I really screwed it up!!<br /><br />After classes, I asked, <i><b>"What next??"</b></i><b></b><br />And the Big Lady told me <i><b>"We're going to the Dining Hall for Lunch"</b></i><b></b><br />And we kept walking and walking in a crooked fashion, but still they called it a "line"!! After walking for an hour or so, we finally reached the Dining Hall. Grand place, huge tables, we had lunch. I hogged so much, it took me longer than what it took me to get to the Dining Hall back to the class!!<br /><br />On my way back, I wandered here and there, Into The WILDness of the "forest" within school!! I also came across my elder brother in the play field, he was an year elder. And I thought I could shoo off any bullies by telling the bullies his name. <i>(Yeah, I heard of Tom Brown's school Days by then!!)</i> It was only later that I learnt, if anything, I had to keep myself away from HIS friends!! Bloody rogues!! :X<br /><br />Between races, they asked me at school, <i style="font-weight: bold;">"What next??"</i><br />I replied, <i style="font-weight: bold;">"Another race soon..."</i><br />I asked Dad, <b><i>"What next??"</b></i><br />He said, another tournament, another tour, and off I went to almost all the states in India except J&K and a few on the East. I've only been to Assam and Bengal.<br /><b>So, if you just forgot, I'm STILL SWIMMING...</b><br /><br />And between all this ACTION were my classes...<br /><i>Classes in general were fun. For some strange reason they always got me to sit in the first bench and I ALWAYS managed to fall asleep sitting there. :D They wouldn't even wake me up!! They thought, "AWWW!! Poor fellow!! Must be really tired after that hectic swimming schedule of his!! AWWW... Let's carry on class..." And I love my teachers for this ONE THING!! All I remember asking my friends was, <b>"What's next??"</b></i><br /><b>They tell me what period it is... I put the old books in, take out the new ones and <i>zzzzzzz......</i></b><br /><br /><b>ART CLASS:</b> I never slept much in ART Classes. All I remember drawing till my 10th standard was either trying to emulate what my brother drew or <b>THE STANDARD - TWO MOUNTAINS, RISING SUN BETWEEN THEM, FLOWING RIVER, BIRDS TO THE RIGHT, A TREE TO THE LEFT, AND A HUT ALONG THE RIVER...</b> There's at least 10 of these drawings each year in EVERY ART BOOK!! And I drew it each time with the same PASSION I had for it when it was first drawn... <b>AND ALL STUDENTS OF <abbr style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" title="THE HYDERABAD PUBLIC SCHOOL, RAMANTHAPUR, also the HPS-BEGUMPET guys share this with us">HPS</abbr> ARE PROUD OF IT!! :D</b><br /><br /><br />And finally I was out of school. I asked Dad <i style="font-weight: bold;">"What next??"</i><br />He said, <i style="font-weight: bold;">"College..."</i><br /><b>And from this point onwards, I took command. If its my ship, I might as-well be in COMMAND.</b><br />I said, firmly, <i style="font-weight: bold;">"NO. MORE SCHOOL"</i><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><i>Now really hoping the skies wouldn't come down on me!!</i><br />He said, easily, <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Fine. Go ahead..."</span><i> (Aye aye captain!!)</i><br />So, I'm completely baffled but happy that i have two more years of Higher Secondary, <i>in school.</i><br /><i>STILL SWIMMING... :D</i><br /><br /><br /><b>Now, here's where the FUN part begins!! So, I'll tell you the remaining tomorrow...</b><br /><br />Until later, see you when I see you... :)Pranav Kumar Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11737070061768735375noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439927272368831666.post-60993183966220183622008-12-19T22:00:00.013+05:302008-12-20T15:09:11.513+05:30Day 25 : What NEXT?? (PART - 1)One very fine day, I was born. And that made the day very <i>auspicious</i>... let's start by saying, for me at least...<br /><br />Mom spoke to Dad, <i style="font-weight: bold;">"What next??"</i><br />Dad replied, <i style="font-weight: bold;">"Let's give it our best shot!!"</i><br /><br /><i>They agreed. I learnt how to walk and talk... I even talked while walking and I was talking so fast, I realized, I was even running!!</i><br /><br />The first thing I asked Mom, still running, <i style="font-weight: bold;">"What next??"</i><br />Mom replied, <i style="font-weight: bold;">"I dunno. Go to school. Learn to read and write. Play a few games..."</i><br />I replied , <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Great!! When does the fun part begin??"</span><br />Mom thought, <i>Dream on kiddo!!</i><br /><br />So, I ran to school (pre-primary) <i>(of course!! My folks take 1 step and that was equal to 3 for me!!)</i>, the first day was all sweet talk. A new dress, a BIG bar of chocolate, new pencils, my own stuff. I felt like I ruled the world!! And then, The MATH LADY entered my life... :( She gave me work... I slogged hard... and finally finished it and looked up... it was afternoon!! But I thought, <i>well, its all over now!!</i> And then the Math lady commands, <i><span style="font-weight: bold;">"What next??"</span></i>,<br />I said to myself, <i style="font-weight: bold;">"What more COULD it be??"</i><br />She said, <i>"Open your diaries and note down your <b>homework</b>"</i><br />I started crying... <b>"AAAHHHH....MOMMMY TAKE ME HOME....AAAAHHHHHH"</b><br />She walked to me, showed me her cane and said, <i style="font-weight: bold;">"I hear ONE more sound from your mouth and I'm going to whip your butt with this. :| I'm your MOMMY and DADDY in school"</i><br />And so, the suppression began...<br /><br />After school, Dad came to pick me from pre-primary and I ran like an Ostrich and I was all excited. So I asked, <span style="font-weight: bold;">"What next, Dad??"</span><br />Dad replied, <span style="font-weight: bold;">"How about a sport to keep you fit??"</span><br />I replied, <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Sure. Sounds great!! Which one??"</span><br />Dad replied, <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Swimming!! :D"</span><br />Even before I could say anything... <span style="font-weight: bold;">SPLOOSH</span>... <i style="font-weight: bold;">"...brrr... Pull me out.... slrrr... please!!... I want to live....uhhuhhu... more!! I'll drown to... brrjjhf... death here!!!"</i><br /><br />After a while, I got used to this. I learned to add and subtract, <span style="font-weight: bold;">multiply</span> and <span style="font-weight: bold;">divide</span> numbers <span style="font-weight: bold;">(the toughest thing yet, in my whole life!!)</span> I learned how to swim. It was all going good. One day, I swam my best and asked Dad, <i style="font-weight: bold;">"What next??"</i><br />He said, <span style="font-weight: bold;">"You've come this far anyway... how about competing??"</span><br />Before I came to my senses, the Lady was instructing me on the starting block...<span style="font-weight: bold;">"You have to swim two lengths of the pool... go touch and come back... you start on my</span> <b>GO</b>..." and shouted... <span style="font-weight: bold;">"TAKE YOUR MARK...GO"</span><br />And the race began, everyone was going, so I went too... I swam and I swam and swam... BANG... APPLAUSE...<br />They tell me I finished third!! <i style="font-weight: bold;">Hmmm... not a bad start PK!!</i><br /><br /><font color=red>To be continued...</font><br /><br /><b>Until later, see you when I see you... :)</b><br /><br /><b><font color=red size=+6> I would really suggest you go and read <a href="http://notsodivinediu.blogspot.com/2008/12/bad-ass.html">this</a> post by Divinediu, if you haven't already read it... Just read it. And Diu, thanks for sharing this one!! :)</b></font><br /><br /><font color=blue><b>P.S. Classics for All Seasons - Spring. <a href="http://www.mininova.org/tor/2104071">MP3-128kbps-torrent</a></font></b>Pranav Kumar Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11737070061768735375noreply@blogger.com21