<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703441584762215565</id><updated>2012-01-09T21:46:41.076+05:30</updated><title type='text'>PICCALILLI</title><subtitle type='html'>Spice it UP!!!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703441584762215565/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624095236726579805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GteBb9x7O9w/Sn2zvI2rhVI/AAAAAAAAA5U/MFN2FfTP2cE/S220/OgAAAAw8ssvb_TWOd7hJcNF_bl6Lsyse99StOeAobfFH9j5CsWDjdOuWLJ3-cc6pJ-jrZiPwKYDkdVscFRHd2Fulo8AAm1T1UAu5BMfRWhkpBc9OG4kd0Y-Dqzgr.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703441584762215565.post-2792277171627152370</id><published>2009-11-15T00:37:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-15T03:01:45.513+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Go Goa....</title><content type='html'>Reader P.S      "WE" here is for me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rishi&lt;/span&gt; in this post (Unless otherwise mentioned)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know this post should have come some time back....it has been more than a month now....Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;The PLAN: Like all other plans this one was also a great time pass ( most of the times it is the PLAN which is more fun than the action itself, not this time though).......all those mails with travel checklists, route maps.....and as always the actual trip was nowhere close to any of these PLANS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Train, Bus or Bike: We started of deciding the mode of transportation....and since both us wanted to avoid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt; travel we came up with our ideas....the options under consideration were to take a train but was ruled out since we knew we wont get any tickets....then it was Bus, which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; an overnight journey, which in turn meant just sleeping all along the way....and since we both had been to Goa before, we were not so much keen on spending lot of time in GOA...we actually wanted to have a nice time en route to Goa....well then we decided that it was time for my sweet and sexy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;FZ&lt;/span&gt; to have a nice outing at last (long after the first small ride to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lonavala&lt;/span&gt;).... Then we started of with the checklist and realized that the stuff that we were planning to carry had to be cut down drastically as there was no place to keep it on my SEXY (read naked) bike.....knowing that we will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; require all that stuff we came back to square one just few days before our scheduled TRIP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;FZs&lt;/span&gt; loss was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ZENs&lt;/span&gt; gain....we wanted to be sure that the poor thing (10 year old car) wont ditch us midway and hence a thorough check up was done before we finally decided to take the BIG RISK.....so ultimately it was "WE" and the ZEN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; were going to be tested.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GUIDE: Even though a whole lot of Google maps were printed, a whole lot of people were asked about the route we still were sure that we would need a guide (as by now we were not even sure if we were going to Goa, or just going to any place on that route).....in came the magical GPS navigator, magical because it ensured that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Rishi&lt;/span&gt; reached my home (from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt;).....and to be honest it really was a great tool all the way along...on the highway showing every curve, getting us out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt;, making sure we reached our Hotel in Goa each night(though it made us go round and round one night), and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ofcourse&lt;/span&gt; making sure that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Rishi&lt;/span&gt; reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah the fun part was when we had to take a small 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;kms&lt;/span&gt; bad road after leaving NH4....poor GPS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;aunty&lt;/span&gt; got confused &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; started talking rubbish..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Journey Begun: I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; remember when was the last time I got up so early when I had the option to sleep.....anyway we got up early and started off with lot of stuff to eat and drink....surprisingly the car was running smooth (much to my pleasure and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Rishis&lt;/span&gt; disdain)....since it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;early&lt;/span&gt; morning the drive from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt; city to Highway flew off pretty fast.....and on the highway it just got better.......the weather Gods were happy too......&lt;br /&gt;we took turns to enjoy the drive, and with lot of stuff to hog we did not stop over till the time we reached the dreaded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of road after the Highway......we stopped at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Nippani&lt;/span&gt;, refuelled the back seat of car with lots to drink and started again.....although the condition of the road was bad the  scenic view running alongside did not let us bother abut it.....then came the twists and turns of the hill(around 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;kms&lt;/span&gt;)...and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ofcourse&lt;/span&gt; there was a lovers point(or was it suicide point)....we had planned for an over night stay at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Sawantwadi&lt;/span&gt; which was at the end of the hill.....well by now we realised that we were running &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; a couple of hours before time....our scheduled arrival at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Sawantwadi&lt;/span&gt; was around 6 and we were there by 4...we still decided to stay there, and hence went to a DECENT hotel....we did a whole lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;TP&lt;/span&gt;(looking at different roams, yapping with the manager and other staff, bargaining for the room)....once we were sure that there was not much to wander around we decided to hit the road again and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;reach&lt;/span&gt; Goa the same day itself.....as it turned this was the best decision we took (secondly only to not riding on bike) on this trip .....when we were about to enter Goa, I just crossed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;bridge&lt;/span&gt; and the end of it a traffic cop stopped us,the best part is I had taken off my seat belt around 5-10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;kms&lt;/span&gt; back. Well it turned out that it was a no overtaking area with speed limit of 40, I was at around 70 and did overtake a car. Out came the tried and tested CARD from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Rishis&lt;/span&gt; wallet(that CARD is a secret weapon and hence the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;details&lt;/span&gt; cant be disclosed in a blog) and we were asked to just leave without shelling a penny. We reached Green Park hotel before dusk....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Rishi&lt;/span&gt; showed his negotiation skills and got the room at a cheaper rate than the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Sawantwadi&lt;/span&gt; one......this place was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Mapusa&lt;/span&gt; which was not exactly the happening part of Goa.........&lt;br /&gt;We went searching for a bike for rent or a rick and finally trusted the GUIDE and took the car out; went to the beach in the night where I had fish curry and the idiot along with me had TANDOORI CHICKEN (No comments!!!!).....the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;ambience&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;sooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; amazing.&lt;br /&gt;While walking around we came across lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Ravan&lt;/span&gt; like structures, and finally the curiosity got better of me and I asked a local guy as to why they were having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Dusshera&lt;/span&gt; at the time of Diwali ( oh this reminds me to post that it was Diwali time)!!!! the guy told us that it was "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;NARKASUR&lt;/span&gt;....Another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;roop&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Ravan&lt;/span&gt;" and that it was a big day in Goa and that next morning they were going to have these competitions of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;NARKASUR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;DAHAN&lt;/span&gt; (similar to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Dusshera&lt;/span&gt;).....we were moving around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;BAGA&lt;/span&gt; BEACH and reached MAMBOS. We were following a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;FIRANG&lt;/span&gt; Babes from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;baga&lt;/span&gt; to Mambos, because if in case we felt like going to Mambos we would have required Women ( GAY couples are still not considered COUPLES in India, not even in GOA!!). But looking at the fact that not even decent music was playing at 11:30 pm we decided not to go to Mambos ( P.S: I have never been to Mambos).&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Auguda&lt;/span&gt; fort where we clicked classy pics....and yeah how can I forget that for the first time I saw a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;firnag&lt;/span&gt; going to PEE in the bushes (that too a WOMAN).....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Auguda&lt;/span&gt; fort reminds of my profile pic on Orkut with my red t-shirt(that was more than 2 years back) and on this trip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Rishi&lt;/span&gt; wore the same t-shirt (same as in same, not similar) and got a same snap at that very same location......then a trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Panjim&lt;/span&gt; where we bought beach tees and shorts....the market was almost closed.....Oh did I not mention that this morning a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;bomb&lt;/span&gt; had exploded in Goa and one was deactivated before it went off.....Thank God that it was Diwali and television sets at home were closed..... &lt;br /&gt;We went back to the happening beaches, got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;tatoo&lt;/span&gt;, tasted lot of sat water.....then went and bought a couple of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;JHINTAAK&lt;/span&gt; t-shirts(GLOWING ones, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; waiting to go to a disc to test the GLOW). That night I remember I had something with mixed sea food and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;Rishi&lt;/span&gt; had his usual north Indian food....&lt;br /&gt;Next day early morning we started on our way back; we stopped at the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;tapri&lt;/span&gt; on the lovers point (in the hilly road) and had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;Omlette&lt;/span&gt;.Our next stop was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;Mcdonalds&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;Kolhapur&lt;/span&gt;, where we emptied our tanks and then hogged Burgers.&lt;br /&gt; The drive was really the most amazing part of this trip!! The strange part is that the worst patch of road was the best drive....&lt;br /&gt;Waiting eagerly for the next ROAD TRIP.....destination???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special note of thanks: Dear Zen, Thank You!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703441584762215565-2792277171627152370?l=wickedpurity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/feeds/2792277171627152370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/2009/11/go-goa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703441584762215565/posts/default/2792277171627152370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703441584762215565/posts/default/2792277171627152370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/2009/11/go-goa.html' title='Go Goa....'/><author><name>Jai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624095236726579805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GteBb9x7O9w/Sn2zvI2rhVI/AAAAAAAAA5U/MFN2FfTP2cE/S220/OgAAAAw8ssvb_TWOd7hJcNF_bl6Lsyse99StOeAobfFH9j5CsWDjdOuWLJ3-cc6pJ-jrZiPwKYDkdVscFRHd2Fulo8AAm1T1UAu5BMfRWhkpBc9OG4kd0Y-Dqzgr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703441584762215565.post-6983133247271415737</id><published>2009-08-20T16:17:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-20T16:35:56.365+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BLOODY SWINE.....</title><content type='html'>Oh no abusive language is being used here....its just about SWINE FLU!!!&lt;br /&gt;It has been quite some time now that this word hit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pune&lt;/span&gt;, and the death toll has only risen since.&lt;br /&gt;Well this post was long coming now, and the last nail was the news that I just heard. The person sitting 2 seats next to me in office got hit by Swine Flu!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HSE&lt;/span&gt;(health safety environment) head just came to speak to us, his words were "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pls&lt;/span&gt;. do not panic after listening to this, in case any of you guys have the slightest of symptoms of any trouble which may seem to be related to Swine Flu please inform me at the earliest". Till this point of conversation we felt that it was his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;regular &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;activity&lt;/span&gt; which he probably was doing with all the employees. He continued," The lady who was sitting here at seat no. 109 has actually been admitted to the hospital and it seems she has Swine Flu , well she is pretty ill, and just to ensure that you people have not been affected as of now I would request you to please be honest and let me know of any such symptoms".&lt;br /&gt;We were blanked out, that female was not coming to office for the last few days, but none of us ever imagined that it was because of the deadly flu. All the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;puneites&lt;/span&gt; have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; a little scared about this epidemic, and we are no exceptions. We were taking quite a few precautions to ensure that we were at the maximum possible distance away from this infection. This has come in as a shock to us that we were so CLOSE to it.........the area has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sanitized&lt;/span&gt; properly and still most of us are feeling that HEADACHE which is more of the fact that we now know that there was infection around than anything else!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am sure these seats around are not gonna be occupied for some time now. Just wondering when that female returns how would be the reaction of people around. Well, due to some re-shuffling of teams I am going to move to new a seat from tomorrow, and actually I am already at a new place so I will be spared from acting WEIRD when the infected soul (oh I mean body) is back in office.&lt;br /&gt;Time for using the HAND SANITIZER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;All you guys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pls&lt;/span&gt;. be sure of taking all the precautions, because it is quite likely that since most of us here in this area were taking extra precautions none of us got affected (till now).&lt;br /&gt;There have been a lot of mails floating around on how you should take care and had a long list of Dos and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Donts&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pls&lt;/span&gt;. read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; one of them, stay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hygienic&lt;/span&gt; and stay safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703441584762215565-6983133247271415737?l=wickedpurity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/feeds/6983133247271415737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/2009/08/bloody-swine.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703441584762215565/posts/default/6983133247271415737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703441584762215565/posts/default/6983133247271415737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/2009/08/bloody-swine.html' title='BLOODY SWINE.....'/><author><name>Jai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624095236726579805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GteBb9x7O9w/Sn2zvI2rhVI/AAAAAAAAA5U/MFN2FfTP2cE/S220/OgAAAAw8ssvb_TWOd7hJcNF_bl6Lsyse99StOeAobfFH9j5CsWDjdOuWLJ3-cc6pJ-jrZiPwKYDkdVscFRHd2Fulo8AAm1T1UAu5BMfRWhkpBc9OG4kd0Y-Dqzgr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703441584762215565.post-7808536738025150091</id><published>2009-08-17T18:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-20T16:16:45.760+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BITCHING......</title><content type='html'>Some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MCP&lt;/span&gt; must have coined the term BITCHING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;What would you call when 2 or more guys " BITCH "......see those guys are DOGGING.....nah nah sounds Pervert!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have seen most of us (men) telling women not to yap meaninglessly. Women world over are known for talking crap about friends, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;acquaintances&lt;/span&gt; and absolute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;no body's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It so happened that two guys(p.s guys not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gAys&lt;/span&gt;) were together in a bed and were uttering absolute nonsense about every tom dick and harry they knew. They spent 4 LONG hours speaking their heart out and  slept away to glory all satisfied that all the grudges and all the ill-feelings that were dumped inside for YEARS were finally out.&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have certain things only for fairer sex, why is it that MEN cant talk ill about people!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to analyze this, and all those guys who have ever done this before or plan to do this in future, let me know, NO NO I am not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;interested&lt;/span&gt; to listen what CRAP you have to say about your friends foes or anybody, its just to MONITOR and Understand what really is BITCHING!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703441584762215565-7808536738025150091?l=wickedpurity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/feeds/7808536738025150091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/2009/08/bitching.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703441584762215565/posts/default/7808536738025150091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703441584762215565/posts/default/7808536738025150091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/2009/08/bitching.html' title='BITCHING......'/><author><name>Jai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624095236726579805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GteBb9x7O9w/Sn2zvI2rhVI/AAAAAAAAA5U/MFN2FfTP2cE/S220/OgAAAAw8ssvb_TWOd7hJcNF_bl6Lsyse99StOeAobfFH9j5CsWDjdOuWLJ3-cc6pJ-jrZiPwKYDkdVscFRHd2Fulo8AAm1T1UAu5BMfRWhkpBc9OG4kd0Y-Dqzgr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703441584762215565.post-4410913281938168060</id><published>2009-08-11T16:58:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-20T17:18:26.529+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yes or No</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; say 'Yes' if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; understand the consequences and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; say 'No' because you may not get the chance to say Yes again."Maybe" is the worst option because the indecisiveness would never let you achieve success!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what the hell should I do????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax kid.....................Everyone wishes to have the right answer to every question one faces in life.....everyone wants to know what would happen IF.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true you can be fired if you go an extended leave, its true your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; would beat the hell out of you if you drink out at a friends party, its true your neighbour will complain to the society if you go to flat late night with lots of friends, yes its true.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then you may end up getting a better (new) job which you never realised, you may get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GF&lt;/span&gt; with bigger ..... bigger heart( you pervs) or maybe the old one will start enjoying drinking with you and you could both have fun, your society may have chicks and dudes who were never aware of your parties and will actually end up enjoying with you.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of any movie what the end will be (actually in most of Hindi movies you do know)....its actually the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;curiosity&lt;/span&gt; which makes you stay till the end of the movie. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt; we all anticipate that only good things should happen to us or to the ones we like/love.&lt;br /&gt;But what is the fun if you know the right answer to every other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;question&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; throws at you....&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine a life where you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; falter at all, the meaning of getting happy on any success would be lost, because you know you are not going to fail.&lt;br /&gt;The point is make sensible (sometimes emotional) decisions and regardless of the consequences or end result, LIVE IT, it is all part of the GAME.&lt;br /&gt;Read it in school " Success is counted sweetest by those who have never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;succeeded&lt;/span&gt;"; its not that you should necessarily aim to lose, but what its always better to enjoy the journey rather than waiting for the end (which may or may not be how you want it to be).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703441584762215565-4410913281938168060?l=wickedpurity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/feeds/4410913281938168060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/2009/08/yes-or-no.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703441584762215565/posts/default/4410913281938168060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703441584762215565/posts/default/4410913281938168060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/2009/08/yes-or-no.html' title='Yes or No'/><author><name>Jai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624095236726579805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GteBb9x7O9w/Sn2zvI2rhVI/AAAAAAAAA5U/MFN2FfTP2cE/S220/OgAAAAw8ssvb_TWOd7hJcNF_bl6Lsyse99StOeAobfFH9j5CsWDjdOuWLJ3-cc6pJ-jrZiPwKYDkdVscFRHd2Fulo8AAm1T1UAu5BMfRWhkpBc9OG4kd0Y-Dqzgr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703441584762215565.post-4511594376700216170</id><published>2009-08-11T14:08:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:29:28.684+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why did JOEY not get a MATCH....</title><content type='html'>Why Joey.....the one stranded alone could easily have been any Phoebe, Ross, Chandler, Monika or Rachel.....why JOEY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lets see if he was dumb then I would say Phoebe was dumber.&lt;br /&gt;If he was funny, Chandler was funnier.&lt;br /&gt;If he was too choosy (which he was not,lets assume), Monika and Rachel were definitely moree choosy!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ross was probably the only one who had the least impact on the show, so he could have been left stranded!!!&lt;br /&gt;I guess JOEY was the JERK who sought meaningless (adolescent) SEX and hence was not the BF or a Couple material......&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Moral: Be dumb, be funny, be picky, be anything, but dont be a JERK .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of you who hate jerks, stop reading.......people who love JERKS read on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why JOEY......&lt;br /&gt;Probably because he was the one who was most sought after and a huge fan following....who would have wacthed a ROSS, MONIKA, PHOEBE, RACHEL or CHANDLER. People did follow JOEY (the series)....and he again got to flirt around with a hell lot of more Women (including Lucy Liu)......No matter how dumb he was he always got an awesome chick, he never went for second best (like monika, rachel or phoebe), yep he did have a thing for rachel, but lets see she was the best out of the three chicks available in friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all you jerks be proud coz not only you get the best chicks, but you get them in plenty!!!!! Moreover the girls secretly always want you rather than the nice ones.....but dont fall for it, just get in and get out, because this is what you are best at, being a JERK!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703441584762215565-4511594376700216170?l=wickedpurity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/feeds/4511594376700216170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-did-joey-not-get-match.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703441584762215565/posts/default/4511594376700216170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703441584762215565/posts/default/4511594376700216170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-did-joey-not-get-match.html' title='Why did JOEY not get a MATCH....'/><author><name>Jai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624095236726579805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GteBb9x7O9w/Sn2zvI2rhVI/AAAAAAAAA5U/MFN2FfTP2cE/S220/OgAAAAw8ssvb_TWOd7hJcNF_bl6Lsyse99StOeAobfFH9j5CsWDjdOuWLJ3-cc6pJ-jrZiPwKYDkdVscFRHd2Fulo8AAm1T1UAu5BMfRWhkpBc9OG4kd0Y-Dqzgr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703441584762215565.post-5536744114858079730</id><published>2009-08-11T11:52:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:03:00.549+05:30</updated><title type='text'>POKER FACE!!!!</title><content type='html'>I have an ACE high straight draw.....but you got FLUSHED dude.......&lt;br /&gt;this is what I said last night while I was awake late night playing poker with unknown online Poker Buddies.....I won a huge pot and flashed it. Little did I know what was in store for me ahead......After winning at a lot of tables I felt as if I could actually go and play at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WPT&lt;/span&gt;. Since that was not possible I left the ordinary tables and went to try my hand at SIT-n-GO...i went down at the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;place&lt;/span&gt;(out of 9) and lost a fortune (as table fee) by playing bad. Well I had collected a million e-dollars in around 10 days and lost almost 20% of it in one tourney. This did not deter me and I felt like giving it another shot, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what got into me went for an even bigger stakes table....I wont say I am too good at poker but yeah I have learnt it pretty fast, or so I felt before what happened next. Out of 9 people at the table 5 were out, which meant I had to see one person go out and I was going to get something out of this table....well my hole cards were pair of 9 (clubs and diamond). I saw two people fold in front of me and wanted the Chip leader to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; call, he actually did call, I checked. The flop came 9, 9, and King of clubs. I had hit four of a kind, trust me its a Huge hand. The chip leader put a heavy bet, which is sometimes done to bully the person with less chips out. I was loving it as I felt he was a dead duck to be shot,there was no hand which could have beat me with those many cards lying at the table. Most people would have called and lured the other person to play more. I did not, I went all feeling that even if the other guy folded I was still going to easily sail through into the last three. The ass he was he called me, what did he have in his hands: an Ace and 10 of clubs, i was actually thinking that since he was calling me he probable had two Kings (which would have still meant that I had the upper hand). But to call with ace and ten with just one club on the board was not the best call. The turn card was a Jack of clubs, which meant that he could have hit a flush if it was a club on the river card, but still he was lying dead because even the flush would not have beaten my four of a kind. The river card was the Queen of clubs, the only out for that guy to win. He had hit the royal flush, the ultimate hand of poker!!!&lt;br /&gt;I lost all my chips and felt real bad......Just wondering how would people feel when they play with real money....what happens to them when lightning hits them for REAL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt; moral of the story: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; just put everything on stake with the second best thing (in my case it was probably the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; best thing). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;At least&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; do so in life.&lt;br /&gt;Actual moral of the story: Take risk(like the other guy), who had nothing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;KHUDA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;MEHERBAAN&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;GADHA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;PEHELWAAN&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WPT is World Poker Tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; play Poker any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah: I have started to play a new game: Mafia Wars....join my Mafia....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703441584762215565-5536744114858079730?l=wickedpurity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/feeds/5536744114858079730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/2009/08/poker-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703441584762215565/posts/default/5536744114858079730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703441584762215565/posts/default/5536744114858079730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/2009/08/poker-face.html' title='POKER FACE!!!!'/><author><name>Jai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624095236726579805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GteBb9x7O9w/Sn2zvI2rhVI/AAAAAAAAA5U/MFN2FfTP2cE/S220/OgAAAAw8ssvb_TWOd7hJcNF_bl6Lsyse99StOeAobfFH9j5CsWDjdOuWLJ3-cc6pJ-jrZiPwKYDkdVscFRHd2Fulo8AAm1T1UAu5BMfRWhkpBc9OG4kd0Y-Dqzgr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703441584762215565.post-3205838943342551376</id><published>2009-08-09T13:49:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:57:07.502+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just another 50Rs note.....</title><content type='html'>Just now bought a big bottle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thums&lt;/span&gt; Up and when I was handing over a 50 rupee note to the shopkeeper an old memory struck me......&lt;br /&gt;It was way back when i was i guess in standard 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.I used to do lots and lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MASTI&lt;/span&gt; and by no means any less than the biggest spendthrift around;used to fill in petrol in my hero &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;puch&lt;/span&gt; and used to roam around whole day long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gallivanting&lt;/span&gt; in the streets of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bhopal&lt;/span&gt; (thank God dad bought me a hero &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;puch&lt;/span&gt; which had an average of 70&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;km pl&lt;/span&gt;), spent so much on eating out, those coke cans, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;chocolates&lt;/span&gt; and all those show off stuff; not to mention that all these resulted in pocket money finishing within a few days,even then I never borrowed from anybody(thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bros&lt;/span&gt; pocket money and those coaching classes I never paid for)......lets get back to the 50rs story though..... I was coming out of school(as in bunking and going out) and realised that I had no money to curb my hunger for absolutely unnecessary something (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; exactly remember what, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not the point anyway). That was when a very good friend of mine offered me a 50Rs note which he had kept for something and mentioned something which really touched me.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember from his place I went straight home and kept that 50Rs note in my diary enclosed in a paper on which I wrote what he said.&lt;br /&gt;I still have that currency note along with the bookmark note as a cherished memory of those days. That 50 Rs note is just worth a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Thums&lt;/span&gt; bottle bottle which is already half finished (started having it along with the start of writing this post). Or is it just worth that much or much much more!!! I have read the time value of money and it has only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;deteriorated&lt;/span&gt; because that money was given to me 10 years back and I never invested it, so the value has actually reduced, right? Wrong!!!! Sometimes there are things which you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; read but learn from experience. One can evaluate the value of money by knowing as to much can you get in lieu of it, but how do you know the value of the feelings behind that gesture of GIVING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if there is a measure!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: the words uttered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;along with&lt;/span&gt; the 50Rs note were not so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;senti&lt;/span&gt; , still here you go " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Tujhe&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;diya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt; par &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;pata&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;nahi&lt;/span&gt; ab &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;mei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;kya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;karoonga&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703441584762215565-3205838943342551376?l=wickedpurity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/feeds/3205838943342551376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-another-50rs-note.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703441584762215565/posts/default/3205838943342551376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703441584762215565/posts/default/3205838943342551376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-another-50rs-note.html' title='Just another 50Rs note.....'/><author><name>Jai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624095236726579805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GteBb9x7O9w/Sn2zvI2rhVI/AAAAAAAAA5U/MFN2FfTP2cE/S220/OgAAAAw8ssvb_TWOd7hJcNF_bl6Lsyse99StOeAobfFH9j5CsWDjdOuWLJ3-cc6pJ-jrZiPwKYDkdVscFRHd2Fulo8AAm1T1UAu5BMfRWhkpBc9OG4kd0Y-Dqzgr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703441584762215565.post-6005114848052298275</id><published>2009-08-09T10:32:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-09T13:07:52.673+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning.....</title><content type='html'>So much has been said and talked about Monday Morning blues....so here sitting at home on one breezy Sunday morning I felt to write something about the never appreciated Soothing Sunday morning.....&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the school days when we always waited for Sunday to arrive ASAP so that we can sleep that extra few hours without Mom Dad dragging us out.....No school, no tutions, no early morning cries.......the day used to start wid Rangoli....there were just songs based shows then (the other was Chitrahaar, on wednesday and friday evenings) ......but we kids used to sleep , Rangoli was more for Mummy Papa....the sexy hot breakfast used to be ready by 8...there were so many TV shows after that which we all used to love....then in the evenings it used to be one or the other relative/friend visiting our place .....good old days........&lt;br /&gt;Well the Sunday mornings are no more the same to be honest.....with the 5 working days culture it is now the friday night parties, saturday morning outings, and then again saturday night parties exhausts you so much that its now just the Sunday morning hangovers........no special TV shows (watch anything anytime you want now)....the week long wait people used to have to watch those shows is no more there....&lt;br /&gt;The Sunday morning has become the time to just sleep now and get ready to face the tedious week ahead (irony is that now its actually one day less)......Its a pity that the once awaited and looked upon Sunday morning has become so dead and dull that noone really cares much about it......&lt;br /&gt;hey who was the guy who revived the magic of Radio......can we not do something to revive the Magic of the old Sunday morning by somehow pumping life into it.....Wake up guys....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703441584762215565-6005114848052298275?l=wickedpurity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/feeds/6005114848052298275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunday-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703441584762215565/posts/default/6005114848052298275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703441584762215565/posts/default/6005114848052298275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday Morning.....'/><author><name>Jai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624095236726579805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GteBb9x7O9w/Sn2zvI2rhVI/AAAAAAAAA5U/MFN2FfTP2cE/S220/OgAAAAw8ssvb_TWOd7hJcNF_bl6Lsyse99StOeAobfFH9j5CsWDjdOuWLJ3-cc6pJ-jrZiPwKYDkdVscFRHd2Fulo8AAm1T1UAu5BMfRWhkpBc9OG4kd0Y-Dqzgr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703441584762215565.post-7847787468703730015</id><published>2009-08-09T02:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-09T02:50:32.391+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Five Past Midnight....</title><content type='html'>3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt; 1984.....I was just a 2 year old kid so just know what I have heard and read.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; remember a thing.......it was a disaster which really shook not just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bhopal&lt;/span&gt;, not even just India, it shook the entire world......the negligence towards safety measures resulted in the biggest Industrial disaster one would see for a long time......Bhopal gas tragedy is still an example for any existing or upcoming industrial facility to ensure adequate measures of human safety.....the unofficial number was 25000 deaths, and people in Bhopal(and everywhere else) know that it was definitely more than just 25k.......the worst part is even after so many years people call it an accident....it was not an accident by any measures....there was no emergency safety plan, forget that not even minimal safety equipments were present at the site....it was always a bomb waiting to explode....and when it did it was labelled accident......&lt;br /&gt;Till date 3rd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt; is mourned in Bhopal , but the company Union carbide is still operating in INDIA....well the truth is that to ensure that they did not have to pay the claims to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;victims&lt;/span&gt; the then 3rd largest chemical company (Union carbide) managed to get itself taken over by Dow Chemicals which is now very much functional and earning PROFITS in India.......&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; remember because I was a kid, but people still would be having nightmares every year on 3rd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt; at FIVE PAST MIDNIGHT......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703441584762215565-7847787468703730015?l=wickedpurity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/feeds/7847787468703730015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/2009/08/five-past-midnight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703441584762215565/posts/default/7847787468703730015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703441584762215565/posts/default/7847787468703730015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/2009/08/five-past-midnight.html' title='Five Past Midnight....'/><author><name>Jai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624095236726579805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GteBb9x7O9w/Sn2zvI2rhVI/AAAAAAAAA5U/MFN2FfTP2cE/S220/OgAAAAw8ssvb_TWOd7hJcNF_bl6Lsyse99StOeAobfFH9j5CsWDjdOuWLJ3-cc6pJ-jrZiPwKYDkdVscFRHd2Fulo8AAm1T1UAu5BMfRWhkpBc9OG4kd0Y-Dqzgr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703441584762215565.post-2099676121287959071</id><published>2009-08-09T01:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-09T02:27:47.050+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Dilemma</title><content type='html'>There are so many dilemmas that one comes across everyday....should I wear blue or red shirt....should I order pizza or chinese....should I watch saas bahu or baalika vadhu (I would rather break my TV than watch either of these).....should I go for a movie or to my relatives place.....well there are so many of them.....but which is the Ultimate Dilemma.....&lt;br /&gt;For me its to pick between what sport do I like more....Cricket or Football.....Cricket I have loved since i was a kid....i remember playing with my elder bro in very small place, and as far as I remember cricket was the only thing I did better than my bro back then.....yeah I would give it to him that he was a better bowler than I was, but unfortunately for him I was a class apart when it came to batting and fielding....in my early school days in Bhopal, I was definitely the champ player....we used to play with those CORK balls which used to hit one kid or the other every other day....Mukesh I remember was a fierce competitor in those days, but I remember my team always used to win (most of the time if not always because of me)......somehow i never played for my school.....then in college(engg) we used to really play lot of cricket, then it was Rachit who really was a good player (more like me, elegant batsman and an equally amazing fielder)......and ofcourse there was Rishabh, who used to be at his best when bowling to me.....when it came to small grounds we really used to have fun at a lot of grounds...still remember playing at Raj's room, and annoying everyone with my classy cricket (especially Sobin and Pups)....and then they used to beat up Doubty!!!! I did play for my engg college, we lost in the first round against the eventual champions, but more than losing I regret that Rachit was not selected in the team, stupid politics everywhere.....played a little bit in MBA as well, but even though it was a very few matches I displayed why I boost so much about my cricket....in my office days it has not been cricket..........&lt;br /&gt;so much written about cricket i almost forgot that this was about the dilemma....so that brings me to football....this sport was always at the back seat for the best part of my Studying years....but since I have started working....I have spent a whole lot of time with football....it all started as a fun practise session...I always thought myself of a forward(STAR STRIKER as every kid feels).....but I went from forward to mid to defence in no time...surprisingly though I was a decent fit in as a defender (even with my small built)....with a decent team, no funding, no seriousness, families and gfs of the team, so much so that even once a week practise session is actually like an achievement.....still the team managed to recently end up winning a tourney(not the best of wins, but a tourney afterall).....I wont lie, I actually enjoy it more while playing with small kids at the tennis court in Sahiils campus....oh yeah BTW Sahiil is actually the STAR STRIKER, and he does play well.....and he has got that typical show off attitude of a good striker as well.....carries of well I must say.......&lt;br /&gt;Even though football has come late in my life still the adrenaline rush is almost as good as cricket.....&lt;br /&gt;As far as watching either of the two on television....for cricket its just Ashes(that too not continously) other than Indian matches....T20 is OK but still not a compulsion.....and football...I like Premier league and watch most of the Man U matches (almost all I should say)....then there is Liverpool and the UEFA finals, semi finals.......&lt;br /&gt;really difficult for me to pick one of these two sports......so what should I eat today pizza or chinese????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703441584762215565-2099676121287959071?l=wickedpurity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/feeds/2099676121287959071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/2009/08/ultimate-dilemma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703441584762215565/posts/default/2099676121287959071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703441584762215565/posts/default/2099676121287959071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/2009/08/ultimate-dilemma.html' title='The Ultimate Dilemma'/><author><name>Jai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624095236726579805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GteBb9x7O9w/Sn2zvI2rhVI/AAAAAAAAA5U/MFN2FfTP2cE/S220/OgAAAAw8ssvb_TWOd7hJcNF_bl6Lsyse99StOeAobfFH9j5CsWDjdOuWLJ3-cc6pJ-jrZiPwKYDkdVscFRHd2Fulo8AAm1T1UAu5BMfRWhkpBc9OG4kd0Y-Dqzgr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703441584762215565.post-7742478787952695751</id><published>2009-08-09T01:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-09T01:33:45.507+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The BAKAR KING.......</title><content type='html'>How can I not write anything about this subject........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Whoz&lt;/span&gt; that guy in your group whoz always prompt with replies, those cheesy one liners, those nonsensical arguments, those witty passes......&lt;br /&gt;The one who really fills life into a dead conversation, or at times kills a very sensitive discussion.....the KING at times is irritating, specially if you are at the receiving end........&lt;br /&gt;most of the times this guy is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;prank star&lt;/span&gt; as well, you see it comes in as a package.....&lt;br /&gt;Over the years I have seen quite a few guys of this breed...the biggest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BAKAR&lt;/span&gt; I have seen is without any doubt Pups( I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really think anyone knows his real name)...........he was quite a talent, give him any topic and he will take it to an absolute different level, after sometime you wont even remember what was the original discussion.....&lt;br /&gt;Guys just for your info. there is a difference between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bakar&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bakwaas&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bakwaas&lt;/span&gt; is Stinking CRAP....and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bakar&lt;/span&gt; is funny CRAP (mostly)........&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was someday a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;BAKAR&lt;/span&gt; competition, I know my participation will be a definite.....but since I have been a little out of touch I am not quite sure how well I would do.....wont be a bad concept though as there are so many crappy reality shows these days on air.....why not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bakar&lt;/span&gt; Competition....any director reading this trust me I wont talk about copyrights, but just let me participate.......LONG LIVE the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;BAKAR&lt;/span&gt; BREED.....and lets all try to be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;BAKAR&lt;/span&gt; KING.....HAIL ordinary People.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I am not an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;MCP&lt;/span&gt;, but in this case I really feel guys do more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;BAKAR&lt;/span&gt; than gals, and moreover the tag was for the KING!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703441584762215565-7742478787952695751?l=wickedpurity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/feeds/7742478787952695751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/2009/08/bakar-king.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703441584762215565/posts/default/7742478787952695751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703441584762215565/posts/default/7742478787952695751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/2009/08/bakar-king.html' title='The BAKAR KING.......'/><author><name>Jai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624095236726579805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GteBb9x7O9w/Sn2zvI2rhVI/AAAAAAAAA5U/MFN2FfTP2cE/S220/OgAAAAw8ssvb_TWOd7hJcNF_bl6Lsyse99StOeAobfFH9j5CsWDjdOuWLJ3-cc6pJ-jrZiPwKYDkdVscFRHd2Fulo8AAm1T1UAu5BMfRWhkpBc9OG4kd0Y-Dqzgr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703441584762215565.post-2850081084939125184</id><published>2009-08-08T21:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-08T22:10:18.814+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Recession:</title><content type='html'>Just search on google for so many AUTHENTIC reasons for the b&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eginning of the recession.....my take is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;In US it was because people were bloody show offs and felt they could BUY the world without actually paying a REAL penny.....as the country itself believed to be the ruler of the world, so it was obvious that the citizens were bound to get effected somewhat........the European contries felt the pinch because they are stupid and come what may follow US economy...as for Japan (noone really cares).....which brings us to China and India.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;China: They were saved from the recession maily because they dont understand English, by the time they searched for meaning of RECESSION the actual recession was practically over (perfect example of blessing in disguise).....and....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;INDIA: We had so many stories India Shinning and all.....Every other guy had money to put into stock market......an auto rickshaw driver, a hawker, peons, every other guy had money (beg borrow or steal get some money) to invest in the formula to make(100% sure shot formula) to earn 10 times (atleast) more money ....you guessed it right RELIANCE POWER IPO....people actually pooled in money to invest in the IPO....and BOOM it blasted on the day of its issue...this was the start of the fall....this holds true =&gt; The higher you are The harder you fall.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;The mass lay offs, the increments turning into decrements, the panic, people started to take out money from stock markets and putting into FDs.....the numerous suicides....it kept on getting from bad to worse.....you must have read so much so lets leave it to that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Hmmm lets just say that The higher you are The harder you fall....... and The harder you fall The higher you bounce......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Still feel that the time is getting better but lets ensure we do not jump the gun again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I started writing this post with the intention of writing a fun post and ended up writing this...next time will try posting something serious instead.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;P.S: I did invest in the RPower IPO and was one of the lucky few who did not lose money and were able to sell the shares at breakeven value..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703441584762215565-2850081084939125184?l=wickedpurity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/feeds/2850081084939125184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/2009/08/recession-how-everyone-used-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703441584762215565/posts/default/2850081084939125184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703441584762215565/posts/default/2850081084939125184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/2009/08/recession-how-everyone-used-it.html' title='Recession:'/><author><name>Jai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624095236726579805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GteBb9x7O9w/Sn2zvI2rhVI/AAAAAAAAA5U/MFN2FfTP2cE/S220/OgAAAAw8ssvb_TWOd7hJcNF_bl6Lsyse99StOeAobfFH9j5CsWDjdOuWLJ3-cc6pJ-jrZiPwKYDkdVscFRHd2Fulo8AAm1T1UAu5BMfRWhkpBc9OG4kd0Y-Dqzgr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703441584762215565.post-384888170857624973</id><published>2009-08-08T14:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:53:47.688+05:30</updated><title type='text'>FIRST ONE.....</title><content type='html'>Why why why......why the heck am I putting myself through this pain of writing stuff on a blog.....Let me jot down the reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1) Hell lot of free time.....&lt;br /&gt;2) Just another way to take out CRAP somewhere.....&lt;br /&gt;3) Just to show off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can write down a few more.....but then who cares.....let me just say I lost all my diaries and anyway its old fashion to use Pen and Paper.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since I am not even sure what all I am going to post here.... will end this one here....wait for more posts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S =&gt; Dont wait long...this may just be the LAST ONE!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703441584762215565-384888170857624973?l=wickedpurity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/feeds/384888170857624973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703441584762215565/posts/default/384888170857624973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703441584762215565/posts/default/384888170857624973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedpurity.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-one.html' title='FIRST ONE.....'/><author><name>Jai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10624095236726579805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GteBb9x7O9w/Sn2zvI2rhVI/AAAAAAAAA5U/MFN2FfTP2cE/S220/OgAAAAw8ssvb_TWOd7hJcNF_bl6Lsyse99StOeAobfFH9j5CsWDjdOuWLJ3-cc6pJ-jrZiPwKYDkdVscFRHd2Fulo8AAm1T1UAu5BMfRWhkpBc9OG4kd0Y-Dqzgr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
