<?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-9106807134246143572</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:39:57.017+05:30</updated><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='humans'/><category term='anagh'/><category term='facebook timeline'/><category term='airtel'/><category term='star singer'/><category term='school life'/><category term='kerala roads'/><category term='dil'/><category term='sms'/><category term='tamil traditions'/><category term='apple'/><category term='blogspot'/><category term='death'/><category term='change'/><category term='ipad'/><category term='gtalk'/><category term='pyaar'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='mohabbat'/><category term='shame'/><category term='applications'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='lays'/><category term='mentos'/><category term='appy fizz'/><category term='steve jobs'/><category term='murder'/><category term='tele-film'/><category term='pity'/><category term='new year'/><category term='monsoon in kerala'/><category term='reality show'/><category term='kerala monsoon'/><category term='atlas'/><category term='friends'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='inhuman'/><category term='where is god'/><category term='death of steve jobs'/><category term='students'/><category term='gods own country'/><category term='crush'/><category term='tecahers'/><category term='world'/><category term='violence'/><category term='is god real'/><category term='bakery'/><category term='virgin'/><category term='depression'/><category term='blog'/><category term='heart'/><category term='roadside stand'/><category term='pocket'/><category term='chennai'/><category term='craze'/><category term='student'/><category term='liars'/><category term='cool bar'/><category term='advertisemennt'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='crazyanagh'/><category term='blogger'/><category term='god is good or bad'/><category term='kerala'/><category term='food'/><category term='ipod'/><category term='juice'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='mark zuckerberg'/><category term='mac'/><category term='what is god'/><category term='deforestation'/><category term='god'/><category term='who is god'/><category term='fame'/><category term='ishq'/><category term='Orkut'/><category term='love'/><category term='sadness'/><category term='tamil nadu'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>A Crazy World...And A Crazier Me...!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>World | Feelings | Emotions | Me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-6551099029796846399</id><published>2012-02-10T23:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-10T23:52:01.368+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why Do I Write...???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;They say 'a pen is mightier than a sword'. For what I know,they missed saying 'a pen is easier to use than the boneless tongue.'.&amp;nbsp; When I was asked "Why do you write?", all I could say was that I get to express my thoughts. I still wonder why I wasn't shot with a tranquilizer labelled "Where in the world is your tongue boy? Spit it out if you wanna express. Why do you wanna waste time jotting down?". Well may be because she knew the difference way better than I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You know you can't tell that faculty how much you hate him... You know you can't be running around telling the ministers that the public knows how bloody corrupted they are... You know you're in trouble if you had to tell the one you like about how you feel... "I love you",not many have the guts to actually say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You need your thoughts to splash out in the crowd... But your voice isn't strong enough to reach them. So what is it to be? Let go of what you had to tell 'em? No! Jot them somewhere, add your expressions, add your emotions, add your feelings, add more, add even more, add much more... Once you know you've let out everything you had to speak out into texts,you're ready to fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Writing is all about expressing what you would fail to express when you speak. The basic requirement of having to look into the eyes of the listener and fearing the way they would be triggered to respond when you speak to them, is something that make writing much more simpler as it misses the exact same idea. You do not have to worry about how you look,nor about your voice, nor the damn accent. You may speak and drill your ideas into the minds of hundreds,but the remaining thousands who doesn't understand your cheesy Indian accent blended with an artificial flavor of UK or US English would be light years away from what you tried to tell them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hence the advantage of writing! The ones who read,read it in the way they would understand. They decide the tempo and the tone. If they do not understand, they have the choice to read it over again. They have the time to think... They have the time to imagine... They have the time to decide...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;To me,spoken words are like the fox-two missiles. Once they are out of your mouth,there is no calling back. They would follow, seek, and destroy the target... On the other face,writing-You can edit it before you launch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-6551099029796846399?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/6551099029796846399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=6551099029796846399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/6551099029796846399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/6551099029796846399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2012/02/why-do-i-write.html' title='Why Do I Write...???'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-1651178175343174813</id><published>2011-10-16T22:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-16T22:30:16.274+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tamil nadu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tamil traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chennai'/><title type='text'>Interesting Land - Tamil Nadu...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Those loud speakers in the auditorium next to my room shouted almost everyday driving me crazy whenever I had to go out. Sometimes for a baby boy's first birthday, or sometimes for that happy souls who got married. Though an insane public nuisance, tolerable for the happy cause. Let them share their happiness with their loved ones. Who can predict tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today, the speakers were loud again. My inability to read Tamil flex and posters stood as a barrier in front of me from understanding what the function was for. I passed by it several times today but never cared to know what it was about as the flex had the photo of a girl all dressed up in saree and decorated with jewellery which forced me to assume that it was yet another wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dinner time. My room mate and I got out heading towards the restaurant. It was then when he told me that the function was because the girl became major. I said okay and asked him why would they want to celebrate so much for the girl getting a major in some subject. But he then gave me a shock for a life! He said that the girl did not get any major, she just got matured. "Okay so this is her 18th birthday?" He said no! "She got MATURED man! Know what I mean?" And all I could say was W-T-F!?! The girl got matured biologically and they need to tell the whole world about it?! Isn't that kind of weird? But what can I say? One of them traditions! And guess what? The function lasts for around a week in the girl's home where the relatives and close ones will be there for I-don't-know-what reason!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j42ccfKCCRQ/TpsMwdX5dhI/AAAAAAAAB_g/SBmwQbZwWV0/s1600/Wedding-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j42ccfKCCRQ/TpsMwdX5dhI/AAAAAAAAB_g/SBmwQbZwWV0/s400/Wedding-poster.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now this incident made me look back to what I have come across since the day I reached Chennai,Tamil Nadu. They have traditions like you will never get to see anywhere else in the world. Some are confusing, some are interesting. You get to see huge flex prints across the express highways saying about those newly married couple, with their photos along with their favorite movie stars or politicians pasted in it. To them, wedding is more like an advertisement or publicity stunt I must say. Or are they trying to say "Bitches stay away from my man; and dudes, dare you try hitting on my girl."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Another tradition, no offense, a weird and a stupid tradition is seen when someone fall in the hands of death. They dress the dead person's body, plug in cotton inside his nose, take him on a carriage. Take him where? ON THE ROADS MATE! Yeah they take the dead person on the road, bursting crackers at each stop, dancing like crazy on the road, laughing, singing and what not. It occur to me like they are so very happy that the person is no more that they are celebrating his death. And once the dance, flower showers, loud crackers and all other stunts are over, they get their real treat mixed with the smell of alcohol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I must say it's an interesting land, Tamil Nadu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-1651178175343174813?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/1651178175343174813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=1651178175343174813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/1651178175343174813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/1651178175343174813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2011/10/interesting-land-tamil-nadu.html' title='Interesting Land - Tamil Nadu...!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j42ccfKCCRQ/TpsMwdX5dhI/AAAAAAAAB_g/SBmwQbZwWV0/s72-c/Wedding-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-8318543630595683342</id><published>2011-10-07T20:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-07T20:56:16.585+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mark zuckerberg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steve jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death of steve jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook timeline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple'/><title type='text'>R.I.P, Keep Going...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;That struck me as hard as Mike Tyson might hit someone if he was pissed. I was shocked and sad when I came to know about the death of that great innovator. A genius who showed all of us that everything is what we imagine to be. If you have the confidence in you to do something,you have everything you need to do it. If I were to be asked for someone whose dreams that changed the world,I'd list Steve Jobs right after Martin Luther King. They had a dream. And they were successful in turning them into reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Steve Jobs,he gave a new definition to apple from the fruit we all knew. The apple i series changed everything... Starting with his vision on an awesome operating system-The Macintosh, he moved on to iPod,which trashed all other traditional music players, iPhone,which is more than just a phone, Macbooks, iPad and more. He stuffed in more and more ideas everyday and gave a new definition to every gadgets that existed. One of my friends said, if he had lived for few more years, we would have been witnessing iTelevision and more to the i series. I suppose that it could have been possible too. Sad demise which will stop the world from witnessing more innovations in that aspect until a new Steve is born. R.I.P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now to the 'keep going' part. Another genius is on his great thinking now. Mark Zuckerberg. Facebook is now turned out to be a product of full on innovative thinking. You wake up one fine day and realize that your Facebook page is not like what you saw before you fell asleep. It changes everything like a chameleon according to the needs of the users. You can go back to your history just by going through your Facebook page, with the new Timeline concept. Everything changes for good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Watching those videos of Steve Jobs and Zuckerberg on their conferences made me think of where I stand today. Running as some puppet whose strings are with someone else. They pull them and I dance with it. No thinking work. I just do what others ask me to... Useless life it seems... Who knows... I might do something someday...;)...LOL...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Just like my bro's FACEBOOK update, Facebook is now Apple... Everyone talk about Apple on FB showing how much people miss that innovator, and in another perspective, Facebook is growing as same as Apple did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;R.I.P Steve, and keep going Mark... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-8318543630595683342?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/8318543630595683342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=8318543630595683342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/8318543630595683342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/8318543630595683342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2011/10/rip-keep-going.html' title='R.I.P, Keep Going...!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Velachery, Chennai, Tamil Nadu, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.980722 80.223766</georss:point><georss:box>12.965249 80.204025 12.996195 80.243507</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-2997292185665491383</id><published>2011-08-17T18:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-11T22:18:08.651+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kerala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gods own country'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monsoon in kerala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kerala roads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kerala monsoon'/><title type='text'>Sequel: Kerala,The Place NOT To Be....!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="msg"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sequel to &lt;a href="http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2011/06/keralathe-place-not-to-be.html"&gt;Kerala,The Place Not To Be...!!!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kerala Public Works Department is really lucky... They get to blame  the monsoon. Anyone who haven't traveled through Kerala roads in the  monsoon will find my next statement confusing. "The roads are better for  banana cultivation!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No! That ain't no pond,nor a well,nor a god damn canal! And no! Not  rain water harvesting either if they try bringing out that defense! It's  the shape of those insanely corrupted and greedy faggots who by  profession are called The Contractors!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You buy a brand new, tremendously powerful,astonishingly fast Merc or  BM or Porsche. You wish to have a road trip through Kerala. You'll find  them bicycles and rickshaws pushing back your bloody horse power and  that garbage cubic capacity while you try hard not to scrap the road  with your bumpers and side skirts! You need a SUV to travel on Kerala roads or you'll have to see  even pedestrians walking faster than your shiny new sedan or hatch back  trying to avoid body contact with the road... Ehhh actually that  statement can be a little controversial I guess as..... as.... AS THERE  IS NO ROAD DAMN IT! All you get to see are gutters and manholes, and a little bit of  black substance they call Tar! It's surprising if you get to shift past  the third gear, because by the time you hit the gas to shift to fourth,  you're surely in the next huge pit, and to the next best garage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When asked about the situation, "Unexpected monsoon made difficulty  in maintenance work!" The question is why in the frigging world are they  waiting for the maintenance work to start only when their big wide  asses are about to be soaked in monsoon rain! The counter attack is "The  roads got ruined because of the rain!". Come on! Are you using clay to  make the roads so that it get washed away in rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Are they thinking that the public is so ridiculously stupid to  believe those? We know you motherlovers are sucking up half the money to  fill your bank accounts. It's a public secret! We idiotic public protest for every useless thing! We strike for  America sending their military to Afghan, or Clinton raping his maid!  Come on! You've got better things to fight for. It's your hard earned  money that is going to those greedy bastards! You don't give a damn?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If I were to run Kerala PWD, I'd get their contractor license  canceled if the roads don't stay intact for at least five continuous  years! Why no such rule? Because even the government,no matter which  party rules,are again f**king corrupted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's a death race on roads, especially for the two wheelers. You hit  those pits and that's it... No helmet can save you... Good thing that the  people around found an effective way... Plant bananas and other trees  in between the roads wherever there is a killer pit so that the drivers  can see them from a distance! And amazingly, the whole roads has to be  planted with those bananas! And if done, you'll see yourself driving  inside a banana farm with monkeys jumping onto your windshields!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;God's own country? You gotta be shitting me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-2997292185665491383?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/2997292185665491383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=2997292185665491383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/2997292185665491383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/2997292185665491383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2011/08/sequel-keralathe-place-not-to-be.html' title='Sequel: Kerala,The Place NOT To Be....!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-1223577705578000604</id><published>2011-08-13T12:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-11T22:18:44.140+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where is god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what is god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who is god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='is god real'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god is good or bad'/><title type='text'>Who Is God...???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="ii gt" id=":8n"&gt;&lt;div id=":8o"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I still wonder who was that  God who told them devotion means sticking f**king loud speakers on  every ten feet on every boulevard, and on every corner of every possible  everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;One month of auspicious devotional public nuisance around every  temple in Tamil Nadu. Loud speakers all around. Even if a thousand  gallon of napalm happen to burst out,the kid near you will ask you "Hey  diwali is not in another two or three months. What's with those crackers  man?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's ironic to see how people bring about ideas about Gods, and rules  to be followed when one visit a temple. A carved stone,or a shaped  metal,flowers and leaves around them. They call it God. FOR GOD'S SAKE,  God is something that should be within you. It should be your belief,  not someone else' idea printed on you. The one who carved that stone or  shaped that metal surely has not even the slightest clue of how Krishna  or Shiva looked. They are just minerals,faked to be Gods! Come on! You  know who God is, you know how to pray. You don't need anyone tell you  those. Worshiping should be by action,your soul and mind has to be the  one to decide. The only thing about temples is that no one shouts  crap,hence creating a silent and peaceful atmosphere. This gives you a  good feeling,its not God's presence. Common sense man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Another funny rule on visiting most of the temples is that you should  be in the traditional outfit. No shirts, T-Shirts or Trousers should be  worn inside the temple! Come on! There were no Levi's and Pepe when  Gods lived. Just because people in those age went to temple with what  they used to wear then doesn't mean anyone who want to visit a temple  even in a hundred century ahead should wear that same type cloths! What  does cloth have to do with Gods?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No God ever came in front of you to say "I can't be everywhere so  I've appointed someone to make up my shape,so you can gaze and  worship,and please,I don't like you looking at me with them T's and  Jeans!", or did they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now who's God? Is it someone that YOU believe he is, or is he someone those people tell you he is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-1223577705578000604?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/1223577705578000604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=1223577705578000604' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/1223577705578000604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/1223577705578000604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2011/08/who-is-god.html' title='Who Is God...???'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-7642400387775375613</id><published>2011-06-24T18:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-16T22:35:09.624+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kerala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gods own country'/><title type='text'>Kerala,The Place NOT To Be....!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="ii gt" id=":m0"&gt;&lt;div id=":m1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No! Not Bizarro-Six Flags New England...  The best roller coaster ride you need,that's Kerala. The distance you  need to travel decide the charge. Less that 50 INR should give you one  heck of a ride. All you gotta do-select any fancy looking limited stop  bus,and cut a ticket till where you can handle the heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-feFzwTkYF6c/To8L21wiAXI/AAAAAAAAB_U/1l2y3s6vrSA/s1600/316094_275537852467723_100000345309388_1029210_557660580_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-feFzwTkYF6c/To8L21wiAXI/AAAAAAAAB_U/1l2y3s6vrSA/s320/316094_275537852467723_100000345309388_1029210_557660580_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The route will have many suspense filled in. You can sometime run  over an ugly looking pedestrian and watch the blood splash like the  fountains in Vegas,or over a sexy looking S-class Mercedes or a 7 series  BMW and see them turning into nothing more that a piece of heavy metal  junk. Not the air bags,nor the seat belts are gonna save them inside.  Come on! You got a beast running over your crystal windshield!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The bus drivers assume the people on road to be those slaves of Roman  empire,and those automobiles on road to be the chariots the gladiators  use! One aim - reach the destination. One assumption - The drive is in a  demolition league course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?! If I had my bones covered  with some good amount of muscles, I'd have grabbed each driver out of  the bus and smashed his wide ass and print my label on! But yeah! Why  would you care? You only care when someone you know now get the chance  to be that unlucky slave! Even if it happen,the only action is to just  burn the bus! Come on people! They've got a huge insurance! You burn  one,they buy a new beast and unleash them on the streets! And the saga  continues! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;People can prefer going to Amazon forest than getting  onto Kerala roads. May be the animals will show mercy,never the Kerala bus drivers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Violence is not the answer for anything,especially for those who are  born where Gandhi was born! But sometimes,some wrong things give birth  to something good! The approach of counseling those drivers don't work,may  be a broken teeth will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-7642400387775375613?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/7642400387775375613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=7642400387775375613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/7642400387775375613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/7642400387775375613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2011/06/keralathe-place-not-to-be.html' title='Kerala,The Place NOT To Be....!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-feFzwTkYF6c/To8L21wiAXI/AAAAAAAAB_U/1l2y3s6vrSA/s72-c/316094_275537852467723_100000345309388_1029210_557660580_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-6112798790952131068</id><published>2011-06-22T21:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-22T21:06:24.409+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Secular India...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="ii gt" id=":9s"&gt;&lt;div id=":9t"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Probably a group of tenth  graders. Four of them,walking by my parked car,with me inside,and the  window down. I could hear them talk as they passed by. Just a sentence,a  sentence that really got me thinking,and really got me shocked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I always hated politics. Not the whole politics actually,the white  headed politics to be specific. I always thought hot blooded educated  youngsters who think like the way I do entering politics can change  India from the way it is right now. Thought it would take the nation out  of corruption and violence. Thought it would help India develop. But I  guess I was wrong all the way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I thought youngsters think people as one. They got friends in all  castes and all religions. I thought they know everyone's got equal  rights. I thought they'd pull down the biased reservation systems and  direct it towards the deserved! Today,a son of a multi millionaire,who's  got negative IQ,get reservation in colleges and jobs just because he  belong to a backward caste or minority religion ;while a boy belonging  to BPL family who's got much more IQ and much more deserving,is pulled  back just because he is in the general category! Stupid  criteria,unfortunately,nothing will change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I thought the youngsters have their love for their peer group. But  no! Society. The damn fuckin' society! They built school on religious  basis... Brahmin school,Muslim school, Christian school! Damn... Let  them burn! Let them go down. Blame the parents,blame their parents,blame  their ancestors... Blame that friggin' government...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The girl said,"As you know we hate Hindus,.......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...",continued,and  walked by... I got myself suffocated under my seat belt,and I  said...She's got a wonderful parenting,and a wonderful education...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;They call it a secular country...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-6112798790952131068?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/6112798790952131068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=6112798790952131068' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/6112798790952131068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/6112798790952131068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2011/06/secular-india.html' title='Secular India...!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-1459929624000899143</id><published>2011-06-15T20:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-15T20:33:31.520+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Photographs...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="ii gt" id=":9v"&gt;&lt;div id=":9u"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Photographs... The one  thing that can make you smile in a funeral,cry in a disco,perhaps even  make you smile and cry at the same time as you sit alone gazing into the  infinite blue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;They always made fun of me whenever they saw me click,mocked at me  when I watermarked each one with 'Anagh The Photographer'. But I never  stopped,and I never cared about what they said. All I cared about was to  have myself that part of the history where I lived with no worries,no  liabilities and no responsibilities,all wrapped up together which popped  up whenever I looked back to see what I miss in my today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;All I ever wanted was to have all those amazing people in my life to  be right in front of me,though they were miles away; to have their  smiles in front of me,though the smiles they had is far away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It used to be my routine to start the slide show of my school  life,every evening I returned back from the college. Laughed aloud at  times, smiled and shed tears some other times,both in their most literal  meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Photographs... Something that can make your friends call you up and  cry on phone and show you how much they miss you. Not many,but luckily,I  had at least one such friend who rang me up when she saw a photograph  of me with my new friends. May be she was jealous,may be she missed  everyone in school,and may be she missed me. I laughed at her and made  fun of her then,but now when I try thinking,I'm glad I still have people  to call 'mine',though not a single one to call 'just mine'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sometimes I give a sarcastic smile to myself when I see those best  friends, may be because I feel bad for not having even one for myself.  But then again,I convince myself that I have a lot a friends,probably  more than everyone else,that will hide the absence of a so called best  friend... I look at the stills of each one of them, I remember what it  was like to be with them. I cry sometime,I laugh sometime,and some other  times,I wish if I could click everyone of them with that ugly looking  checked uniform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Photographs... They can speak to you,make you smile,make you cry and  make you think... Make you sad and make you happy... Make you realize  that your life changes so fast with each time the light start falling on  you from the east... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Photographs... They are memories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-1459929624000899143?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/1459929624000899143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=1459929624000899143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/1459929624000899143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/1459929624000899143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2011/06/photographs.html' title='Photographs...!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-9022784986126453596</id><published>2011-06-10T16:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-10T16:44:35.139+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Temper Management...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bad Boys 2... That's the movie you gotta watch! Wooosaaah...  Simple,but according to me,an effective way to control your anger...  Martin Lawrence style,or &lt;strike&gt;Will Smith style&lt;/strike&gt;,either way,it should be  good...;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I used to be hot tempered,but I learned to control it before I  actually saw the movie... Technique I used can't be explained,it sure is  a hard goal. Whenever someone asked me how did I,all I asked them to do  was to think what they gain being angry. It never solve the problem,and  most of the time it worsen it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When you know you're angry, just come into conscience for a  moment,and tell yourself that you're angry and its bad. Then try  thinking what will be the effect on the situation being angry. Probably  you will realize that you're gonna get nothing but more problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But this isn't an effective method,so what I recently experienced is the WOOOSAAAHHH method...:)&lt;br /&gt;When you're angry,just say Woooosaaaahhh in the tone Martin Lawrence say  that in the movie... Try watching it once. Just that part,not the whole movie. I bet its gonna help you... Thank you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Remember... Temper is the only thing that you can't get rid of,just by losing it...;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-9022784986126453596?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/9022784986126453596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=9022784986126453596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/9022784986126453596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/9022784986126453596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2011/06/temper-management.html' title='Temper Management...!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-3362299928087745226</id><published>2011-06-08T14:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-08T14:34:39.274+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Never Back Down...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="ii gt" id=":69"&gt;&lt;div id=":6a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The one crazy line I  remember the most,and love the most in my autograph book-"Action is thy  duty,reward is not thy concern." Not because it made me follow  it,because it told me what I already followed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When a stranger needs a help,I think for a while,and then sign in;and  when someone I know need my hand, I usually don't try thinking for a  second time, nor do I try looking ahead for the consequences. This never  helped me achieve anything,in fact many times,it did lead me into  troubles,but unfortunately,I never change!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sometimes,they make me fight for 'em,not that they ask me to,but my  conscience take me there... Sometimes a fight to cherish,and sometimes a  fight to regret...And one such fight I made in the past is dissolved in  this post. I don't wanna cherish it for sure. I fought with someone,for  someone else... The one whom I fought for is no more in my life,and the  one whom I fought with,is now a friend! Probably a wonderful friend  that I missed in school. Ain't that funny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And now I've got one damn reason for me to slap myself so hard... The  fight gave her a real bad life in high school... When everyone in class  were friend to everyone else,she remained in a smaller circle. I always  thought that it was because she was yet another girl who spoke less,but  got me heart broken when I knew I played a part to make her that way!  Apologizing can never give her back the things she lost,and there is  nothing else that I can do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You always have two choices-one,fight because you know you're better  than the one who need the fight;two,don't fight because nothing is  permanent,you may have to regret later... Ruining your own life with  your own action is your game,but ruining someone else's life cannot be  justified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;One day when you look back,you'll know you've been doing good all the  way,but one such mistake can grab all the happiness right out of your  eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'll never stop being me... I'll never forget the line... I'll never  stop jumping into troubles... But one thing I'm so certain is that,I'll  never have to regret again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Never stop doing things you know are right,never stop giving your hand  when you know it can make a difference... A thousand actions you do to  make yourself happy,will never come even close to the happiness you get by  one action that you did to make someone else happy... Let people have  reasons to shed tears when your soul is no more with your body,rather than making them say- "Let  that selfish bastard go to hell!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Remember...Never back down! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-3362299928087745226?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/3362299928087745226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=3362299928087745226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/3362299928087745226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/3362299928087745226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2011/06/never-back-down.html' title='Never Back Down...!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-4996847839958297939</id><published>2011-05-24T21:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-24T21:52:32.329+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Arranged Marriage? WTF?!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unusual thought all of a sudden! Took me deep into thinking for quite  sometime... How can someone live with someone they hardly know? Find  some girl on some search criteria provided by some online matrimony  shit,talk to them,meet them,marry them?! Damn! Can't even imagine that  unless the site give me details about the girl's behavior,which is  IMPOSSIBLE! Especially for a person like me who hate many girly  behaviors! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate girls when they act like kids... Eeeeeehhh I neej thatch  thing... Jon't jooo jij chu me! Dekho ushhhne mujhe  maaraaa,eeeeeeehhhh,chu mera doshhht hai na,ushhhko maroooo,eeeeeeehhh!  Crap man... Such girls are one damn annoying game to play!&lt;br /&gt; Then those stupids who has got an awesome level of common sense...  Like,status updates on Facebook: "He didn't use the rubber I gave him!  It was really painful!". I'm like: "Damn! Do you at least try to think  before you say some shit like that?! What the hell did you mean?"... "  You know my friend drew a wrong figure,I gave him my eraser to rub,but  he took it from another friend and rubbed! I felt sad!"&lt;br /&gt; L.O.L man! Was that the best way to explain that? And then I ask "Why  the hell do you post such crap!?"... She says,"When I sign into  Facebook,it ask me what's on my mind. So I said this.". All I could do  was raise my middle finger up so high to the zenith!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well this post ain't about me try'na say what I hate in girls. Just  wonderin' what if some matrimony site find me one such girl and I marry  her?! Zindagi barbaad! In a better way,"Jeevitham naaya nakki!" Which  means "Dog licked my god damn life!":)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now the obvious question of love marriage comes into play. If I need  to do one,I first need to see what friggin' religion she in,then her  friggin' caste,her friggin' family history,family tree,her dad,his  job,his height,his weight,his shitty underwear brand! HOLY SHIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now go back to the Indian history again. It sing the stories of all  those successful arranged marriages! Luck,or adjustments?  Whatever,history will continue,people will never grow up,they won't  change,the society will still be that same broken piece of shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And what about me man? Arranged witch or arranged angel? Who's for me?&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-4996847839958297939?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/4996847839958297939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=4996847839958297939' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/4996847839958297939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/4996847839958297939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2011/05/arranged-marriage-wtf.html' title='Arranged Marriage? WTF?!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-2498364174116119295</id><published>2011-05-16T20:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-18T20:58:53.804+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Planet A6-204...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qUB-GOFBCC4/TdPfet87CKI/AAAAAAAAB3U/dAZF3PAtvz4/s1600/IMAG0411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qUB-GOFBCC4/TdPfet87CKI/AAAAAAAAB3U/dAZF3PAtvz4/s200/IMAG0411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608071679830591650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wZoQoH04Uws/TdPfQF7cdeI/AAAAAAAAB3M/2tPsmMPRd-o/s1600/IMAG0418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wZoQoH04Uws/TdPfQF7cdeI/AAAAAAAAB3M/2tPsmMPRd-o/s200/IMAG0418.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608071428568806882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The most confusing post ever made by me. Only few people living can understand what this is all about!:)&lt;br /&gt;The story is about A6-204.... Here goes.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to describe the time spent in A6-204 is like a new born child trying to explain how an induction motor start... No...Not the Raju Rastogi style start...The real deal...:)&lt;br /&gt;An entirely different atmosphere... Breath fun,eat fun,drink fun,and finally shit fun! If I try mentioning it to be awesome,great or any similar way,I deserve to be kicked tight on my ass,because those words are light years behind the word that is necessary to describe it... And hence my observation-&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nuPAnbhnQo/TdPitO8m3sI/AAAAAAAAB40/TyJO9qF3Adw/s1600/IMAG0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nuPAnbhnQo/TdPitO8m3sI/AAAAAAAAB40/TyJO9qF3Adw/s200/IMAG0056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608075227740692162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cz_Vh5npn98/TdPitl_ZPeI/AAAAAAAAB48/1qzSbIFVbNs/s1600/IMAG0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cz_Vh5npn98/TdPitl_ZPeI/AAAAAAAAB48/1qzSbIFVbNs/s200/IMAG0068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608075233926397410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oxford dictionary is outdated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about A6-204,to those who are clueless about what it is,it's Door No.204, Flat No.A6... The aliens occupying that planet-Thadiyan,Mudiyan,Nunayan,Kallan,Ellan,Kullan and Braandhan... Thadiyan is the beast in the house,no one except the Ellan stand a chance against him... And the Ellan's weapon,blackmail! Mudiyan is the clown,who always act stupid... Errr well it ain't acting actually... Kallan is a prraanghadakam(silent killer),who tried hiding something from all of us,but luckily,Meri Phone Meri Saathi...:)... Kullan is the lover boy,the second clown,always the victim of the Thadiyan's violent nature! Braandhan... Not much description on that part... He talk less,but sometime crack the best of evergreen dialogues(------- kuthiyaa nalla vedanayaa sireyyy...:)Mudiyan almost died laughing his ass out hearing this...:))...The entry of Nunayan was a bit late...Newest resident of the house,but the fun hike with his entry,it was huuuuuge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zBfISa7i9qI/TdPi81XkqxI/AAAAAAAAB5M/t901RrsVPKk/s1600/Photo0043-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zBfISa7i9qI/TdPi81XkqxI/AAAAAAAAB5M/t901RrsVPKk/s200/Photo0043-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608075495752379154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jtk8Z5f7ArA/TdPit7AxezI/AAAAAAAAB5E/kaAuGTGNriI/s1600/IMAG0165-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jtk8Z5f7ArA/TdPit7AxezI/AAAAAAAAB5E/kaAuGTGNriI/s200/IMAG0165-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608075239569324850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Few years from now,if I try looking back to my college life,or may be even my whole life lived till that moment,I'd start it with the memories of A6-204... The way I laughed there,the way I enjoyed forgetting the rest of the world,it's all an evergreen memory that will be watermarked on my mind... Being able to describe the life spent there to someone who never  experienced it is absolutely impossible... If Shakespeare or Shelly was still living,even they'd fail to describe that in the form of play,or novel,or poem, or any other means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny? Even having food used to be fun! Taking the order,waiting &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XSILaSMaua8/TdPi9ItT9WI/AAAAAAAAB5U/ubkh6pUIOrI/s1600/Photo0404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XSILaSMaua8/TdPi9ItT9WI/AAAAAAAAB5U/ubkh6pUIOrI/s200/Photo0404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608075500943832418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with hunger,the rush when the food arriv&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ONCR2cAHooE/TdPi9lEwAMI/AAAAAAAAB5k/rK7g0NKsk-c/s1600/Photo0426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ONCR2cAHooE/TdPi9lEwAMI/AAAAAAAAB5k/rK7g0NKsk-c/s200/Photo0426.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608075508558332098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;es,and paying for it with totally ridiculous calculating style...It was all fun...&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays used to the best... Wait till 12 to first kick the unlucky soul's backyard,then wash his face with the pastry,running all over the place to do facial on everyone,everything was just amazing...&lt;br /&gt;The time when Chennai had a cyclone alert was another incident... Laila if my memory is right... She was cold... Damn cold...&lt;br /&gt;Even the most stupid movies were enjoyed... The movie dialogues stayed on everyone's tongue for coming days...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4m_deMdIdbM/TdPis8IUFrI/AAAAAAAAB4k/QPsTRO5zkpM/s1600/164516_486979156747_635036747_6042385_3573301_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4m_deMdIdbM/TdPis8IUFrI/AAAAAAAAB4k/QPsTRO5zkpM/s200/164516_486979156747_635036747_6042385_3573301_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608075222689519282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the Convenience Store store used to be fun too... The tea and snacks outside the compound was another...&lt;br /&gt;Many more,so much more than I can explain...&lt;br /&gt;No good language used in this post... No poet in me to describe,no novelist to elaborate,no story writer to add colors... It's just a simple post for me to read again and again in the years to come... And for me to know I have had a beautiful life even after school...&lt;br /&gt;They divide time into AD and BC... And my criteria,DS(During School),DA6-204!(During A6-204)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fu&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dh01n3Ejdo8/TdPi9WQxkVI/AAAAAAAAB5c/x8Vhwa0fhpY/s1600/Photo0420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dh01n3Ejdo8/TdPi9WQxkVI/AAAAAAAAB5c/x8Vhwa0fhpY/s200/Photo0420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608075504582234450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ad,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-23006zTLqdo/TdPitLa4nOI/AAAAAAAAB4s/5UZnSAFjRGU/s1600/IMAG0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-23006zTLqdo/TdPitLa4nOI/AAAAAAAAB4s/5UZnSAFjRGU/s200/IMAG0040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608075226793942242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Farhad,Faru,Shazab,Zanu,Sid and Thanveer... You guys rock... Aliens,never the common human breed...&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to you people,and long live A6-204...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-2498364174116119295?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/2498364174116119295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=2498364174116119295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/2498364174116119295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/2498364174116119295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2011/05/planet-a6-204.html' title='Planet A6-204...!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qUB-GOFBCC4/TdPfet87CKI/AAAAAAAAB3U/dAZF3PAtvz4/s72-c/IMAG0411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-454686394894471634</id><published>2011-03-26T21:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-26T21:20:55.342+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Transitions...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The last time I looked back to my childhood was....... Well I don't remember,may be because I never did!&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how things change as we grow? Choices change,first your  parents choose,then you do,and then your homies... Behavior  changes,innocent to naughty,naughty to rowdy... Friend to all,friend to  few... Soft guy to hard one, short temper to temper management...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I still remember that pink tiny shoes I used to wear when they got me  ready to get me to the kindergarten. Not because it was my favorite,but  because it became so tight that my toes used to hurt every single time I  put those on. I never told my parents it was tight,neither did I ask  them to buy me a new one and now I wonder why! I got it replaced only  after my toes drilled them and peeped out.&lt;br /&gt; I remember that huge jeep my dad bought for my don't-know-which  birthday. I remember struggling to fit that in my bag before my parents  saw,and taking it to school to show my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I remember my mom bringing me a violet color fist size contessa car unexpectedly which surprised me off the limits.&lt;br /&gt;I remember they bought me a remote control car that I always wanted,though it was too costly for them to afford.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember that heavy red metal SUV my mom gave me which was special because I could open its doors,trunk and the hood.&lt;br /&gt;I remember loving to go to some temples just because of those colorful  toys they sold on the way inside. Damn I was crazy about cars!:)&lt;br /&gt;I remember my Sir asking me to tie a rope on my pants as I kept on  pulling it up,again I don't know why I didn't tell my parents I needed a  belt! I remember stealing money to buy chocolates and getting caught by  my mom,and again,I don't know why I stole it because my parents bought  me whatever I wanted whenever I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember craving to learn English when I was suddenly changed to an  English medium school in my 5th grade. I remember feeling sad because  my friends spoke English,I remember being hated by many just because I  tried speaking in English and complained about those who spoke in any  other language as it was a rule in our school.&lt;br /&gt; I remember being caught for copying in an exam,when I didn't even know  what exams meant! All I knew was I was taken to some other class,made to  sit with someone I never saw,given a printed paper along with a blank  paper! I wrote whatever I knew and started talking to my friend who was  behind. And that was the malpractice I did!&lt;br /&gt; I remember my black uniform shoes never crossed 3 digit figure.&lt;br /&gt;I remember changing my class at least twice a year because I score good  in an exam,goes to best class,score less in the next,get thrown into bad  class!&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time I hit my senior and throwing him hard on to  the back seat of my school bus when he pissed me off to the extreme. I  remember becoming close to my seniors because they realized I was not  that innocent,after this incident. I remember my transition from an  innocent one to a naughty one. I remember the time when boys and girls  fought each other. I remember sitting in between girls used to be a  punishment,which now seem to be hilarious! I remember kissing some good  friends good bye. I remember finding new friends in my grade eleven! I  remember being famous in my batch,not because I was cool,not because I  was smart,not because I was handsome. The only reason,the way I made  friends! I remember the tours,I remember the fun. I remember every  single moment spend in the last two years of school life. I remember  that girl who liked me,I remember the first time we went out. I remember  the way she whispered she loves me,I remember the long talks we made. I  remember being called a good leader,I remember being an organizer. I  remember my friend said she respects me,I remember my friend asked me  not to change! I remember stepping out of school,I knew the feeling of  missing loved ones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  I remember the first day of college,I remember the converse I used to  wear. I remember burning my mouth having a hot samosa,I remember  watching different kinds of people. I remember knowing what weed is. I  remember being shocked knowing a major portion of people in college  smoked weed. I remember someone telling me The Beetles came to Kerala  just because they got best quality weed! I remember someone asking me to  get them that as I'm a Keralite!&lt;br /&gt; I remember groups being formed in class,I remember analyzing each one  before I made them friends. I remember why I love my school friends  more,I remember why I'm scared to be with college friends. I remember  recalling the cost of my shoes I used in school when I got myself a pair  of Nike Air. I remember becoming a fan of brands. I remember getting  friends out of nowhere who are now closer than the people I expected. I  remember every damn thing that happened,I'll remember every damn thing  that will happen. Because everyday,I'm different,but all the same!&lt;br /&gt; The most interesting story among all these,my shoes! First,I never asked  for a new one. Then bought a pair for 500 INR,plus or minus. And now?:)&lt;br /&gt;Amazing how things change...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-454686394894471634?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/454686394894471634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=454686394894471634' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/454686394894471634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/454686394894471634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2011/03/transitions.html' title='Transitions...!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-8140355702247344664</id><published>2010-12-01T18:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-01T20:27:10.969+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Present-The Only Thing You Can Call Yours...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How the hell are you gonna live if you try looking so much forward into your future? How in freakin' world are you gonna have fun if you're too scared to take chances? All you have is the present... Trying to look ahead of time is equally stupid as crying over your long gone yesterday... Live in the moment... Who can predict what's gonna happen next? You plan to go for a movie after lunch... And you get food poisoned!!! Over!!! The movie is out... Hospital is in,where you'll be having some drugs instead of the pop corn you hoped for minutes ago... Well, you go before lunch,no food poison... You meet with an accident... Same result... Alright... Enough of examples... I can come up with plenty..;)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TPZh1B0TleI/AAAAAAAABas/PK7zdrrXKS0/s1600/90961254748600past-present-future.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TPZh1B0TleI/AAAAAAAABas/PK7zdrrXKS0/s200/90961254748600past-present-future.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545727554802128354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, there is obviously a reason for this post. I have this friend,and this other friend... A boy,a girl... Boy likes the girl,loves the girl,or whatever way you wanna name it... The usual tragic love story... They were friends for quite sometime,he told her he like her,she said she don't,stood friends with no problem,went out of contact for a couple of months,came back in contact... And this come back was quite strong... They became close,really close... They used to chat all day long till the night was on and her eyes were off... The guy kept on reminding her that he likes her... She always laughed at it... One night the girl says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"xxxxx,I really like you...But do you think it will all work out?I don't think it will... It's better we stay as friends xxxxx!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... The stupid guy sends some god damn long philosophical message which is so much out of my memory to jot down here... Now the question is,how in the world is she gonna know if it's gonna work or not until she give it a shot? You buy an iPhone,making a deep drill on your wallet,thinking that it will help you in your future to do your business and stuff... You step out of your thousand dollars Mercedes talking on phone,some jogger comes and hits you,you drop the phone into the drainage... G-O-N-E!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have is the moment where you stand now... After reading this, you think you'll go say the one you love that you love 'em,the roof falls on to your head and you die...G-O-N-E!!!&lt;br /&gt;I close my Sony Vaio lid thinking I've inspired someone with this post,get up from the chair and fall off the balcony,and die... I don't get too see the traffic this post made...G-O-N-E!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-O-L... It's simple as that... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't change the past... If there was an option,World Trade center will still be standing high,Hiroshima will be free from The Effect,Jallianwala Bagh wouldn't have turned red...&lt;br /&gt;You can't predict the future... If there was an option,I'll have the semester question paper in hand,job posting order in my pocket,my wife's phone number in my cell...&lt;br /&gt;And the present???&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-8140355702247344664?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/8140355702247344664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=8140355702247344664' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/8140355702247344664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/8140355702247344664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2010/12/present-only-thing-you-can-call-yours.html' title='Present-The Only Thing You Can Call Yours...!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TPZh1B0TleI/AAAAAAAABas/PK7zdrrXKS0/s72-c/90961254748600past-present-future.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-7397897041397211412</id><published>2010-11-03T17:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-03T19:07:17.073+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hell Yeah!!!I'm Human...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The title is obvious...With all those captcha and crap all over the internet,it has to be jobless human who jot down stupid stuff like these here which makes no difference to anyone who reads...And here I am...Yet another human!!!Well yeah,with some exceptional behaviors,may be better called alien behaviors at times,when my hormones doesn't work as they are supposed to work...Damn!Why in the world do I have to blame my hormones always for my crazy behavior?Aaahhh I jus' love doin' that!!!;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people call me an introvert,some others call me zero introvert,some call me annoying,and many call me a diplomat...Different people,different views...No comments on any...Being in touch with a pretty large mass,I've been addressed usin' almost all sort of human behaviors which includes the above mentioned terminologies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true intention of this post is to show another side of me that is hard for people to find...And to step on the truth side,I myself found it recently...Funny ain't it?Well it ain't,'cause you get to know yourself a whole lot better when you're subjected to new surroundings,new people and new way of livin'!And I've been subjected to these new's recently...Now the realization...Even I've got the most basic human feelin'...JEALOUSY!!!I always thought I was light years away from it...Never did I realize it jus' needed a spark to burn on me completely...So what brought me into realization?Not the surrounding,neither the new way of livin'...What else is left in what I mentioned?PEOPLE!Hell yeah PEOPLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jealous part in me...It's not something that grabs me when I see a guy drivin' his 100 grands Mercedes;or when a guy hold hands of his hot girlfriend on the walk;or when people around me pocket the latest expensive gadgets!!!I'd be lying if I say I don't need all these...In fact I crave for these!!!But they never made me jealous...If you already have the question "WTF makes you jealous then?",the answer is-my friend's way of livin'!!!Not that he lives a porsche life,but the way people love him is what makes me jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's one such creature in the human species who make sure everyone around him get a great time,with his joker acts,horribly terrible pj's,funny expressions and what not!!!You hardly get time to be serious when you're with him...I'm not someone who entertain pj's for a long time...I still remember askin' him to shut the hell up when he got on my nerves with his pj's...The response he gave made me mentally numb for a while...He said what if he acts a fool...Life is not to be so serious...It's to laugh and live...Well this ain't his exact words...But this was the content...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's funny how Joker's dialogue in Batman can be considered made jus' for him to say-"Why so serious son?"!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I recall many people telling me that I make them think a lot at times...This is probably the first time someone is makin' me think!!!And that too for quite long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the only one dead or alive,about whom I'm jealous of...The countless number of people who love him,his ability of givin' all his homies a great time,the way he makes others laugh,everything is jus' in my dreams for me to be!He's the one who gave the spark to my life to ignite the jealous factor in me...But I sure can't be him...No one!!!He's him!!!Jus' HIM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was like him,everyone was like him,and then there sure would have been a better world...A lovely world...A world away from worries,people away from sadness,souls away from loneliness...Yeah I'm jealous!!!I'm f**kin' jealous!!!And hell yeah...A reason more to prove I'm human...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-7397897041397211412?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/7397897041397211412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=7397897041397211412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/7397897041397211412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/7397897041397211412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2010/11/hell-yeahim-human.html' title='Hell Yeah!!!I&apos;m Human...!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-6564852043402713161</id><published>2010-09-15T18:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-15T20:36:23.353+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Expect The Unexpected...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Craving for the loom of better people and relations in life,hoping for someone to be with me round the clock,someone whom I can call mine,nevertheless the relations which were meant to stay forever are far gone now,and new relations which I never even had in my wildest dreams are starting to spread their roots,so deep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Covered with desolate emotions,I kissed my high school friends good bye,failing to predict it was forever...The promises of being there forever seemed so real that I believed I'll have 'em until the world go back to the stone age...Gazing again and again and again at my autograph book in the shelf,lying on my bed,reading each by-hearted lines in my mind not even having to take it from the place where it's being covered with dust,I recall 'em say that "WE" is forever,and as far as I can make out,it's "ME" and "YOU" now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing 'em make me text 'em,hundreds of sent messages,and single numeric received,even if received,one word replies...Or that same old story of running on low credit...But I thought they said friendship was priceless...LOL!!!Yeah you got me right!!! I'm laughin' at it...You mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say not to live in the past...So now I live in present...What difference does it make?Got a class...Tried million reasons to stay good in it,but finding another zillion to hate it now...Got awesome friends who says "It's his problem,we better don't interfere and get into trouble!"..."They act only when North Indians/South Indians are in trouble!"...Come on!!!Who could possibly imagine that there would be such assholes who want to create such problems between people???!!!Pathetic!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually when the alarm wake me up in the morning,the question I used to have was "What fun can I have today?"...And now when my alarm wake me up,I ask myself "Should I snooze it and get up few minutes later and head for the college,or should I stop it and stay back at home?"!!!Honestly,there is no good reason to go to college now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wish if the remaining 2 and a half years pass by so fast...Thinkin' about the contrast between school and college,school friends were good at school,college friends are not...But in the end,no matter how good or bad they are,they'll leave you for their own life...But again,few exceptions will still be there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've made few friends whom I never thought I'd ever meet since the last time I saw 'em before 4 years...But they seem to come closer to me now...Don't know how close they'll reach...Don't know how long they'll stay...They're replacing many people...They're mine!!!&lt;br /&gt;Expect the unexpected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-6564852043402713161?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/6564852043402713161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=6564852043402713161' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/6564852043402713161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/6564852043402713161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2010/09/expect-unexpected.html' title='Expect The Unexpected...!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-7916211389527190625</id><published>2010-07-23T18:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-24T23:11:07.853+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It's How You Look At It...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's always a human tendency to find the worst in something before they find the good in it!!!I always tried to compare my college life with my school life and regretted joining my college thinking that joining some other college would have made my life better...The first year went sore as these kind of feelings haunted me...Always finding the bad,the worse and the worst...I never tried to see the bright side of anything...Blamed everyone,every system,and every thing which prevailed in my college...Tried to blame the people,the stones,the leaves,the air,the dust,the germs,anything and everything that was inside the campus...Changed from a friend-of-everyone to friend-for-few...Talked less,lesser than I talked usually;laughed less,so much less than I did before;and lived less,lesser than I once lived!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just like they say,"Change is the law of nature!",everything changes with time...Even I did...I changed from the normal me to an alien and watched the earthlings in my class with eyes of not being able to love 'em in any aspect!!!A year passed,the college gave us an unexpected vacation of around a one and half months after the second semester...I lived as a guest in my house...Spent almost 90% of my vacation on the first floor of my 2 story house...Tried a million times to get out with friends where only very few attempts worked...When one group showed interest to meet each other,the other acted lazy...No complains...It's the change like I said...May be only few among the hundreds of friends really meant when they scribbled "Friends Forever!" and "Be in touch!" in my autograph pages...And again,no complain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very long one and a half months vacation was at its end...I learned it's never advisable to stick on to the past!!!I was eagerly waiting for my college to reopen though nothing interesting had happened there in the past one year...I thought of sending all my school friends a text message saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"I'm leaving back to college in few days...I tried to be in touch with you for the past one year,and it's time that you show me you were worth that effort!This is the last message I'm ever sending your ass!With fading love,Me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...But decided not to,later on...May be I thought it's what they must do by themselves and not on a prior notice from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classes started again...I try finding maximum fun with friends now...Bunking classes not losing attendance has now become an art!Started laughing again...Started talking again...Made many more friends...Made some of 'em very close...I'm starting to love my life again...I'm starting to love my college...I still know how to laugh...I still know how to live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those friends I always loved more than me,I hate to say this ...You're moving away,never my fault,it's all yours...I still remember my elder brother once say that friends are not permanent,though very few exceptions may still be there...In the end,it's just you,and very few people to count on your fingers,and never,ever a mass!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always on you how to define your life...Trying to make you're life with a predefined definition is mere stupidity...Define it so as to live it...Define it so as to enjoy it...Remember-"It's always how you look at it!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-7916211389527190625?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/7916211389527190625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=7916211389527190625' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/7916211389527190625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/7916211389527190625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-how-you-look-at-it.html' title='It&apos;s How You Look At It...!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-6705651415132713789</id><published>2010-02-07T13:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-06T11:26:10.937+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I Hate My Life This Way...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Expectations are not always fulfilled...Thoughts are not always right...Being a creature with a human heart,remorse fill my soul!It's not that I live a lonely life,it's not that my good days are gone...It's all about not being in the right place,it's all about feeling that I don't belong here...Though I live in this crowd,surrounded by these creatures or the so-called human friends,I feel so lost in an air of strangeness...They smile,they laugh,they tease...They share they fight...They try to be with one another,holding hand in hand,giving shoulder to rest...Despite of all these,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I find it difficult to find an atmosphere of togetherness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...I spend time with everyone,laughing,smiling,fighting...Enjoying every fraction of second spent with 'em...But once I turn around,I'm forced to turn back again to see how many of 'em are ready with their shining dagger,standing by to back-stab...They disguise their true color in their smiles,true intentions in their words,and true feelings in their lies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now when I ask myself where my life took me,all I can say is "I don't know!"...Is it where I needed it to be?"No way!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0px; text-indent: 0px;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And now about the expectation with which I started this,it was a great college life...The thoughts I had,a life to reminisce after years...Like I said...expectations are not always fulfilled,thoughts are not always right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0px; text-indent: 0px;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do I live a lonely life?For those who see from outside,I live in a crowd of friends...And for me,I'm still lonely though I dance with the crowd...But again,why did I say I don't live a lonely life?Why did I say my good days are not gone?The answer is this one simple statement that I always have deep inside my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px; text-indent: 0px;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I had a school life,I had friends there,and I have that wonderful days to reminisce for a lifetime...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0px; text-indent: 0px;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px; text-indent: 0px;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do I want my college friends to read this?Yeah,but only if they're ready to think about this and bring in a change...And if not,I don't give a damn about you,'cause I know-"Some people never change!And again,I don't give a damn!"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px; text-indent: 0px;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do I want my school friends to read this?Hell yeah so they know how much I miss 'em,how deeply I love 'em,and how much I bloody want to be with 'em again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px; text-indent: 0px;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Miss you guys...Miss every single one of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-6705651415132713789?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/6705651415132713789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=6705651415132713789' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/6705651415132713789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/6705651415132713789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-hate-my-life-this-way.html' title='I Hate My Life This Way...!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-6897682770424941992</id><published>2009-10-04T15:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:29:30.455+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Those Times...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsiiC0p3rnI/AAAAAAAABWw/fFJ0fc_XwB0/s1600-h/20080712097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 153px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsiiC0p3rnI/AAAAAAAABWw/fFJ0fc_XwB0/s200/20080712097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388735123526495858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Strictly to my Rani friends..I know this post look dirty and unpleasant but I had to fit in almost all the friends..So it's kinda creepy with loads of pictures!Sorry about that...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Burning myself in the Chennai heat,sitting in my rented home with my old PC with all the known chat engines open,I carry on with the chats...It's not yet time to have a very interesting and open chat with the new friends in 'Hindustan Institute of Technology &amp;amp; Science' so I still prefer and enjoy chatting with my 'Rani Public School' friends...Chatting with them,often reminiscing those wonderful years in Rani,those wonderful moments with my friends,all the stupidities done...It let me forget about the burning atmosphere where I sit these days and cool my mind down..I know I've bee&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsicdokBsJI/AAAAAAAABWg/gUckJHNuGYw/s1600-h/0212_114133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsicdokBsJI/AAAAAAAABWg/gUckJHNuGYw/s200/0212_114133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388728987067461778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n writing so much about school days these days but for people like me,it's no wonder why I do this!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsijccNFr5I/AAAAAAAABW4/F5bsxIezBiI/s1600-h/pa170473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsijccNFr5I/AAAAAAAABW4/F5bsxIezBiI/s200/pa170473.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388736663151554450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chatting with each friends in Rani bring these memories of each funny things related to them...So here I'm going to name my friends for the first time in my blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The reason I thought of making this post is the chat with Shabaz...He used this all time favorite dialogue o&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsicWAIzR3I/AAAAAAAABWY/5aVYcz0FbJU/s1600-h/IMG_0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsicWAIzR3I/AAAAAAAABWY/5aVYcz0FbJU/s200/IMG_0272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388728855956768626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;f his with his favorite words:"Mind boggled and mind baffled,now I roam the streets of Manipal searching the cause of my incongruity" which reminded me of the time with him in Rani..It was all fun..The intelligent dude with great sense of humor and loads more talents always made everyone laugh...He always gave all of us a great time...No one will even f&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsialCzmEVI/AAAAAAAABVA/FFaKMGnLCLQ/s1600-h/IMG_0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsialCzmEVI/AAAAAAAABVA/FFaKMGnLCLQ/s200/IMG_0146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388726915347910994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;orget him for sure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From another chat window our own Orissakkari Roshni was typing Malayalam in English and I was laughing till my adam's apple bulged out!!!Her&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsicKxX4swI/AAAAAAAABWI/Yu71CeuoGSg/s1600-h/IMG_0254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsicKxX4swI/AAAAAAAABWI/Yu71CeuoGSg/s200/IMG_0254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388728663014945538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Malayalam is nice to hear...Being a Malayali,she still doesn't know her mother tongue well!!!And again,I was reminded of the times we made fun of her from our class!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next comes Naksha!!They call her karatekid...I call her Aaminathaatha!!She really get out of her temper whenever I call her that!!!And again,I was reminded of the times &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsiZrStTI3I/AAAAAAAABU4/e8pnPcNQiWw/s1600-h/0605_094518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsiZrStTI3I/AAAAAAAABU4/e8pnPcNQiWw/s200/0605_094518.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388725923184059250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we irritated her from class to bring her out of temper...One among the best was the phone call prank pl&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/Ssib6CtGQvI/AAAAAAAABVw/DWFfyZIWknQ/s1600-h/IMG_0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 122px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/Ssib6CtGQvI/AAAAAAAABVw/DWFfyZIWknQ/s200/IMG_0194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388728375609541362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ayed on her by Shabaz and Me!!She was really pissed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And then it was our all time smiling Swaroop...Look at him for few seconds,and you'll see him starting to smile!!So shy dude..So nice..So funny...So loved by all...And a friend of mine throughout my Rani years and now in my college life too!!!I still remember  the day when I tried to make him laugh from outside his class when a teacher &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/Ssib1O-s7iI/AAAAAAAABVo/I88vnphHdtY/s1600-h/IMG_0193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 123px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/Ssib1O-s7iI/AAAAAAAABVo/I88vnphHdtY/s200/IMG_0193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388728293005258274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was firing the whole class for some reason...But since he knew my intention,he showed me his back...But another friend of mine,Pasha,whom I didn't notice was not able to control his smile seeing the foolishness I was doing outside...He laughed..And the teacher caned him!!!Happys Endings...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsiZCxc_goI/AAAAAAAABUw/Cqf8z8VkTuE/s1600-h/20081206073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsiZCxc_goI/AAAAAAAABUw/Cqf8z8VkTuE/s200/20081206073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388725227062526594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The incidence goes on..The memories too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anish's and Zanu's foolish answers and bluffing when English ma'am i&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/Ssibr5PGJoI/AAAAAAAABVg/qjnqAYV1rMA/s1600-h/IMG_0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 123px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/Ssibr5PGJoI/AAAAAAAABVg/qjnqAYV1rMA/s200/IMG_0135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388728132549617282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ndirectly pointed their affair,Akhil's round-the-bus journey to check a chick on the street,&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c-z3wax6Pp4"&gt;Arjun's desperate attempt to study the 'Kahin To' song(Click the link to hear Arjun singing it)&lt;/a&gt;,Udith's fight to hide his teeth whenever a camera lens faced him,Sarath's snake dance,Hashi's sleeps during chemistry class,Sachin's and Saurab's Thambraan-Thamburaatti fights,Arundhati's,Chandhana's and Sheethal's combined loud laughs,Anju's childish &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsiXaw72hzI/AAAAAAAABUQ/IGO3NIEtExQ/s1600-h/20070607007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsiXaw72hzI/AAAAAAAABUQ/IGO3NIEtExQ/s200/20070607007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388723440217130802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;expressions,Safeer ka dost,Sijas' interference in all issues,Vignesh's PJs,Vishnu's pant tearing stunt,Amitha embarrassing on her stup&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsibdXmaj1I/AAAAAAAABVQ/gDO_-ZhTFgY/s1600-h/IMG_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsibdXmaj1I/AAAAAAAABVQ/gDO_-ZhTFgY/s200/IMG_0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388727883002449746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;idities,Roopal's funny Malayalam slang,Varna's funny expressions,Saranya's and Arshidha's quiet and innocent nature,Bijin's occasional presence in class,Fairu's stunts,Rishi's gentle character,Shalini's cute smile,Archana's lies of not studying something,the Abdu-Aseen-Faris combination in jokes,Rahul's blushing whenever Bisrath was at his Line-Of-Sight,the way TS talked to Arya for the first time&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/Ssibl-LvFdI/AAAAAAAABVY/9N8B0kZ8oZg/s1600-h/IMG_0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/Ssibl-LvFdI/AAAAAAAABVY/9N8B0kZ8oZg/s200/IMG_0113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388728030798484946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the way he proposed her later,Aswin's expressions when I introduced a girl to him unexpectedly,Fuad's cute smil&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsiXoeJbWZI/AAAAAAAABUY/kT-Sv7aKk0M/s1600-h/20080803185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsiXoeJbWZI/AAAAAAAABUY/kT-Sv7aKk0M/s200/20080803185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388723675691964818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e and the beautiful unheard song that I happen to hear recently,Nidhin's tour dance and fights with Sid,Prasob's muscle walk,Ryne's fear of girls,the Aiswarya-Sona-Neethu-Naheedha-Sherin gang fun,Sana's situation of being scolded by me,Shahana's secret treats for me,Ismath's night chats,the Limiya-Dilna-Didhisha-Fathima gangs,Rashi-Hameesh combination of total joker acts,Vinayak's idiotic scenes,Unni's blabbering,Vyshagh's snake model getting up,the fight with Suramya and so on......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsicEYfHJdI/AAAAAAAABWA/V0yUDQ_SsEY/s1600-h/IMG_0226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 105px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsicEYfHJdI/AAAAAAAABWA/V0yUDQ_SsEY/s200/IMG_0226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388728553255151058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It'll be incomplete if I don't say the fun with the teachers...The computer department was always fun...Kavitha ma'am,Shimna ma'am,Vidya ma'am and Si&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsiX3gMvL7I/AAAAAAAABUg/01_dZFMAPyk/s1600-h/20081206065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsiX3gMvL7I/AAAAAAAABUg/01_dZFMAPyk/s200/20081206065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388723933940756402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ndhu ma'am were always the reason why I liked the department..Then comes Physics and Chemistry departments including Praseetha ma'am,Ramya ma'am,PB ma'am and Surya ma'am...Durin&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/Ssib-qzjqEI/AAAAAAAABV4/IWGQwkH_bRQ/s1600-h/IMG_0199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 105px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/Ssib-qzjqEI/AAAAAAAABV4/IWGQwkH_bRQ/s200/IMG_0199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388728455093528642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g the final days,Maths department was also too good where the players were Lasitha ma'am,Dilna ma'am,Jyothi ma'am,Rahmath ma'am,Sheeja ma'am etc. etc. etc....And now again,I can't miss the teachers who taught me before my 12th...Manoj sir,Nisha ma'am,Lovesy ma'am,Hindi and Social Usha ma'am,Helen ma'am,Deepa ma'am...And then the French Ajitha ma'am,Lab assistants Kumarettan and Premechi  and so on and on and on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsibZD_xM2I/AAAAAAAABVI/sqoagEATrL4/s1600-h/IMG_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 105px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsibZD_xM2I/AAAAAAAABVI/sqoagEATrL4/s200/IMG_0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388727809020605282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Damn the list goes on!!!I'm extremely sorry and sad if I've missed out anyone's name but I&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsiYTyagDEI/AAAAAAAABUo/4x622Ksc0oo/s1600-h/200805224481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsiYTyagDEI/AAAAAAAABUo/4x622Ksc0oo/s200/200805224481.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388724419866659906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hope you guys know I have a very bad memory,though you'll never go out of it...I've tried my best to bring out everyone's names in here and I thank every single one of you for the awesome and memorable time you &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsicROYzIWI/AAAAAAAABWQ/48UL2vyldhY/s1600-h/IMG_0261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 106px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsicROYzIWI/AAAAAAAABWQ/48UL2vyldhY/s200/IMG_0261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388728773882618210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gave me in Rani...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You will stay in me through my breath...You will stay in me as long as I live...This blog post will remain forever,letting everyone reminding their wonderful days in Rani...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-6897682770424941992?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/6897682770424941992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=6897682770424941992' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/6897682770424941992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/6897682770424941992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2009/10/burning-myself-in-chennai-heatsitting.html' title='Those Times...!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SsiiC0p3rnI/AAAAAAAABWw/fFJ0fc_XwB0/s72-c/20080712097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-5952159203914187479</id><published>2009-09-02T09:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:43:41.257+05:30</updated><title type='text'>College Life or School Life...???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In my school days,I remember watching those moving pictures which showed me how the college life (does not) look like...They showed me a fun full life,colourful life and life with so much of laughter and friends and more,and I said-"Hell yeah..This is the life I need man!" and expected that it would be the most memorable days of my life...But reaching in my college,I was totally heart broken!It was nothing as I expected.It was all dull for first few days but yeah,I must say it is getting better day by day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why exactly do I say this?What is that make my college life a bit boring than my school life?In school everyone in class was everyone's friends,though there were groups of friends,everyone had great time with every others!But in my college,I find a sense of grouping...I don't find everyone talking to everyone,being with everyone!It really is painful...But why do I care?I do have good friends to have fun but that's not how it has to be right?I was a person with a hell load of friends in my school..Not just with my classmates,but with almost all my batchmates...I was a friend of everyone..Juniors,seniors,same aged and even teachers and lab assistants were in my friends circle..It was all fun in school!I'm reminiscing looking the above words...I smile remembering the incidence that happened..But college life is not even close to my school life yet..It have a long and hard way to go..But yeah there are four years...Looking forward into having a beautiful life in college!Like those text messages said..."Colourful band of friends,cheerful time of life and wonderful college life..."&lt;br /&gt;It'll come..It'll come..It has to come..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-5952159203914187479?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/5952159203914187479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=5952159203914187479' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/5952159203914187479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/5952159203914187479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2009/09/college-life-or-school-life.html' title='College Life or School Life...???'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-1065558345197764731</id><published>2009-07-01T20:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:44:18.276+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Shattered Circle...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SlDRRH9s_RI/AAAAAAAABRU/TtA9ZT71VP0/s1600-h/IMG_3631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SlDRRH9s_RI/AAAAAAAABRU/TtA9ZT71VP0/s320/IMG_3631.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355010049069350162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The time has come!!!The time that I started missing my school life and those wonderful friends!!!Three months after saying good bye to my school days!!!But we friends met often till the recent days but now....All started flying to different directions!!!Some in pursuit of higher studies...Some to repeat the entrance examinations!!!In short,like the math teachers once said,"a circle is a collection of points...." the friends circle,for me a circle with a very long radius is now shattered into those pixels!!Now I know what missing friends mean!!I miss those chatting,those fights,those love proposals,those break ups,those wide open eyes on every new girl who came....Damn those were the times!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know those autograph books says "Our friendship will last forever...","Keep in touch.." and all those blabbering!!!But clearly most of them don't actually mean it or actually don't think of it practically!!It never is possible to keep in touch,well yeah with very few exceptions!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think time just moved so quick...Now I wish if I had more school years...And now I pray for the time to turn around and stop at the past...And the 24 hours a day thing changes to 24 days a day!!!I know I act stupid here but it's my feelings I say here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now this is the time I feel like hearing "&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9f06QZCVUHg"&gt;Summer Of 69&lt;/a&gt;"!!!The song has got all the damn feel though the song as said by Bryan has nothing to do with the year but has to deal with sexual position!!!(Go Wiki)!!&lt;br /&gt;Like the song says....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Those were the best days of my life.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now stopping this crazy and useless post here with a hope of having a good college life!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-1065558345197764731?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/1065558345197764731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=1065558345197764731' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/1065558345197764731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/1065558345197764731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2009/07/shattered-circle.html' title='The Shattered Circle...!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SlDRRH9s_RI/AAAAAAAABRU/TtA9ZT71VP0/s72-c/IMG_3631.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-4686824518793456851</id><published>2009-04-01T17:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:37:18.530+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I Bloody Confess...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Strictly to my Rani friends,and few online chatting friends.Only they can understand this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The why,the what,the how...I don't want anyone to ask me these questions after you read this post...!!I'm here with my confession,for I've done many mistakes and lied,which of course did no harm to no one,except me!  The lies started from the time everyone thought I was in love with the girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SdNga5lQUkI/AAAAAAAABQI/sySRj1PoO38/s1600-h/confession.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SdNga5lQUkI/AAAAAAAABQI/sySRj1PoO38/s320/confession.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319701600104632898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;named....Or it's better I don't spit her name here...The ones who know me know her!Yes I loved her..I thought it was true love,I thought it was immortal,I thought it was divine..!But within not much time I realized it was jus' an infatuation!!Come on,there can't be no true love in this age!!Can it?She was not for me,I knew that...She was absolutely gorgeous according to me!!And that's why I fell for her...Sigh!!!  And then there happened to be a day..A day when I was gloomy,or rather days...But actually,I was weak for few days,physically,and I appeared gloomy...Not everyone can be joyful always!!!And obviously,the world,the 'crazy world' thought I was jus' another bloody broken heart!!The world really is crazy..Ain't it??!!I tried to convince those who asked me the reason for my gloomy days saying it wasn't 'cause of my love...But they refused to believe!!Neither did I try hard!!!Why??The answer is simple!!!I came to know there were people who cared for me!!!I really enjoyed it...I got attention from my loved ones than ever before...So I pretended to be a bloody broken heart!!  Days passed,life too...I happened to be weak often...And every time it happened,my friends came to me thinking I was thinking of her...Man that is a nice feeling when people come to you and talk to you for long....I started playing this thing with people whom I chatted in the cyberspace too!!!  Like the players in love stories,I played well...The acting was too good that the world believed it in dark!!!And though I had the guilty conscience growing in me of fooling them,I continued...For I got love and care from many like I never expected...I never tried to see deep into the part if they were really caring,or laughing inside of my weakness,or so called pain of love failure!!Whatever be,I really didn't care..All I need was to convince me that there were people who loved me,who wanted me,and who cared for me!!I still don't know if it were really love,or jus' a matter of namesake of being friends!  But now why am I into this confession??It's to let the jokers out there who play the same drama to stop it!!!I've seen many caring faces,but I've lost my joyful days!!!Eh??Confused??Think over again!!Or I'll tell you!!When I was playing my role of a broken heart,people came in to console me...But they all said philosophies,with no smile on their faces!!And when my role of the same broken heart was over,there were even more people with me,though never shared the care and love as it was otherwise,but had smile on their face..Smile,joy,laughter!!!I missed it...I missed it all!!!Nearly 2 years of f**king mistake!!!  I regret,for I lost my good days for no reason...And I bloody confess,for I fooled my friends!!!Sorry guys!!Forgive me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may seem a little crazy and may enter you like a fairytale...I know it's hard to believe,but believe it,believe it if you want to...I don't mind if you don't...!!But I bloody confess!!!Damn Me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rani years are over...I've already started missing my friends...I'm missing my life...The school life is is dead to make way for the college life...But it never can be like school...8 years in Rani..Half my life is spend there!!I'll miss it...I'll miss it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-4686824518793456851?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/4686824518793456851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=4686824518793456851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/4686824518793456851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/4686824518793456851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-bloody-confess.html' title='I Bloody Confess...!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SdNga5lQUkI/AAAAAAAABQI/sySRj1PoO38/s72-c/confession.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-4335779673155724563</id><published>2008-12-24T19:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-22T13:00:26.417+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deforestation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Leading To And End...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SVJFPhd260I/AAAAAAAABHE/rfrmN1cvrLs/s1600-h/1546_deforestation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283361445842971458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SVJFPhd260I/AAAAAAAABHE/rfrmN1cvrLs/s320/1546_deforestation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;On more rotation of destruction,violence and evils!!Time for resolutions which are never kept!!When the entire human breed is in the excitement of the birth of a new year,I think it the other way round..One more year less for the end of the world,which isn't so far!!I can't believe how fast the earth is destructed and used for the individual benefits..A lesson in my current syllabus says &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Human civilization have been around 12,000 years-barely a few seconds on the geological clock.In that short amount of time,we've managed to create quite a ruckus,etching our dominance over Nature with our villages,cities,megacities."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you leave all your works aside for a couple of minutes,and think of the localities where you were born,brought up,and living now,you'll realize the pace of extinction of present living and non-living!!The house where I was born almost 17 years ago,and brought up for that 17 years,had a vast area in front of it with enough trees and plants and OXYGEN..But now,not even 1/4th of the land then remains..In a piece of 9 cents,an apartment with 9 units which is surrounded by roads in two side and other two sides by two walls,and by that two walls,2 new houses.After a small path to an old house,from one among them,hardly 5 feet in breadth,a new house under construction!And guess what?I myself is going to shift to a new house which is under construction!See,even I'm one among the crazy humans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine the earth after some 10 years!!Just think of it for some time..No land means no plants,no plants means no food,no food means no living!!That's what I say..All present living and non-living is on its way to extinction!!We leads to a world of no food,no water,no air and ultimately,no busy lives,or better "NO LIVES!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently said this to some elder person and that person gave me a shocking info!She said,it is said in all holy books that this is the Kalyug(I donno its English)!It is said that this is gonna be the final era of earth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess,after this,the cycle may  have to start again..Or may be not..Dinosaurs,mammals,monkeys,humans!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-4335779673155724563?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/4335779673155724563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SU-pz-y1ouI/AAAAAAAABG8/K1CcaBCxD-w/s1600-h/ist2_247169-happy-teacher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SU-pz-y1ouI/AAAAAAAABG8/K1CcaBCxD-w/s320/ist2_247169-happy-teacher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282627598423532258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They say "You gotta say only truth,never ever lie.Lying is bad.Never do that!No no no..Never never never!!!"..But they themselves compel the listeners to lie!!Who are they and who are the listeners??'They' are the teachers and the 'listeners' are the students!!Sorry to say this but I couldn't resist myself from posting this fact!But why am I into saying this?The reason is simple..Today,when I comforted myself with a cup of coffee in front of the television,I came across this special featured program mentioning about the making of a 5 minutes long tele-film by kids of 4th or 5th grades!!Can you just imagine!!Well it's fine if the theme was about chocolates,ice creams,toys and things!!The theme here was "Missing of children on their way to school!"..The reporter says "The teachers said that the students made the film as they were so much concerned about the missing of children of their age!"..And then the camera rolled to the children!!And that was the funniest part!!The child must have not studied even his academics this by-heart!!He was trying so hard to stick on to the script prepared by the teachers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm cent percent sure that none among that children must have even heard of children missing!!But they made film based on that!!It's simply nonsense!!!I can't imagine how these teachers go this weird for fame!!But from people like me,they receive more shame and pity than fame!!Man I hate them!!!Seriously!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-4639804295339885859?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/4639804295339885859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=4639804295339885859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/4639804295339885859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/4639804295339885859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2008/12/teachers-liars.html' title='Teachers Liars...!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SU-pz-y1ouI/AAAAAAAABG8/K1CcaBCxD-w/s72-c/ist2_247169-happy-teacher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-375134801100069029</id><published>2008-12-18T21:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-20T20:34:09.003+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazyanagh'/><title type='text'>Nothin Is Permanent But Change...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: webdings;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;PARENTAL ADVISORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: webdings;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;EXPLICIT CONTENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(I'm kinda pissed up and is desperate to make this post!!I don't want any readers!!I jus' wanna say this somewhere!It ain't gonna be a person to whom I blast for this!So better option is the www...I'm sorry for the abusive language here..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Nothing is permanent but change!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This is a quote that I always liked a lot and one of my all time favorites...I'm getting kinda emotional and temperamental here though I hate sentiments and emotions!Why am I into saying this?Simple reason as every other posts in this blog!My life,my experience!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Well lemme say,I'm a person who have a huge number of friends and acquaintance!Like all other teens,even I had the concept of friends,good friends,best friends etc..[Watch the tense]..But it was until I reached my 11th grade..And there after such concepts were no longer valid in me!Reason is simple and obvious as the title says!Change!Time changes everyone,every relation and every single bull shit!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I always considered myself best friends with 4 others..One left me after 10th grade as she changed school.She always expects me to call her and contact her[Well I'm not sure if she does expect],and I do it often.There's not a single time when she called me in almost 2 years[May be 'cause she remembers me only when I call her]!Oh yeah there was one time.That was the time when her cousin brother asked me something about her through Orkut and I said some nonsense!She wanted to know the what,the why,the how and many more!!It was jus' a joke and it ended up there..One call in the whole 2 years!Hmmm well I never complain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The second,a guy,got into a different option of multimedia,while I opted computer science.His class and mine are in two consecutive floors and we have less chance of meeting each other.But I tried to keep in touch during recess and lunch.But he always hesitated to get outta his damn shitting class!And that contact became rare as well!But I don't complain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The third,again a girl,got into different class though we opted same computer science option.And though our classes were with the separation of a wall,she never cared to talk to me like we talked till 10th grade though I tried several times to!Again,I don't complain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The fourth,again a girl was in my class since the start of 11th and still with me,we hardly talked!The third girl also reached my class after a shuffle of class,and the same happened with her..But hey..I don't complain!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I hate to be lonely and for the same f**king reason I made friends with few other class guys who always reached me on breaks,and I started going to them as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Or I can say that they became close to me as I started liking them since I feel that they care for me more than anyone else now in school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;But the bloody f**king problem now is that those 3,[except the first one as she ain't with us no more] have the complain that I'm changed!!They say I made new friends and I got outta their f**king lives!And yeah this statement was made in an unusual way..I was in chat with the fourth girl and she said that the second guy and the third girl have some tough time going in between them..She said the guy said that the girl has changed,without realizing the fact that he himself have changed a lot!!And she wanted me to solve their problem!!And this discussion reached on to me saying I'm changed!!And according to me ALL changed..even me!But I never had a f**king complain!!I don't say I'm Mr.Perfect or that they are imperfect!I jus' wanna say that none has the f**kin right to talk shit about others when they themselves are gone crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is law of nature.None can resist it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-375134801100069029?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/375134801100069029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=375134801100069029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/375134801100069029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/375134801100069029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2008/12/nothin-is-permanent-but-change.html' title='Nothin Is Permanent But Change...!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-14083666521417730</id><published>2008-11-18T11:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:03:47.435+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Discrimination Of Human Beings...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I'm sure you may find this post a nosense..an utter nosense...a blunder..a big waste of time..!And I'm sure you'll call me crazy!!But you see...The blog says it..."A Crazy World...And A Crazier Me...!!!"So I don't complain!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Okay so you think that there is no human discrimination these days hah??Well I'm talking about two main practices in India as I can't extend my views to abroad 'cause I've never been into studyin' it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The discrimination I'm talkin' about are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the basis of sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the basis of caste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;1.On the basis of sex:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The whole world says that men and women are considered equal.They say men and women have equal powers,talents and etc and etc..But will you agree with me if I say that the discrimination is still strong?Well it may be hard for you to think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;In this modern world,no men consider women to be a being under them[Provided the man is educated].No discrimination is seen anywhere around.But..But the government sees the discrimination and tries to uplift women!Many concessions,offers and many more!They say it's for the women to reach the men!!If you notice,there itself a discrimination is seen,that they consider women weaker than men!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Now in case of other activities,let me say sports...Why there is a need for separate challenges for men and women?Why can't they compete together?[By the way I'm not talking about wrestling,boxing etc where the competitors will have to come in contact!:-)]...It shows that the world consider either men or women weaker than the other!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Considering the teenagers...If a boy runs his eye over a girl and tries to talk,he's a flirt,a disturbance..On the road when a girl complain-"that guy is watching me for a long time and disturbing me",the mass melts the guy's bones..On the contrary,why was that girl even looking at him??The boy was looking at the girl,and the girl was looking at the boy!!Still the boy is the culprit!!Where's the difference??Only in sex!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Now ain't that funny??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;2.On the basis of caste:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;In this case as well,I'm actually pissed off with the attitude of the government.In this 21st century,not a single person talk about caste!The only time they speak about it is when they have to get seats in some institutions,placements and job offers!!It's seen else nowhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The kids are admitted in the kindergarten in their early ages,they grow...Till they reach their 10th or 12th grade,no discrimination is seen except in the school records(At least in CBSE schools.I guess government schools have many concessions for such students).And once they pass out of 10th,they'll have to find a seat in any institute...But there are times when an upper caste student goes to join with 90+ marks,he don't deserve the seat 'cause the seat is given to a lower caste student with 90- ,marks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Because of this practice,deserving people are pulled back from the race of life and the ones who doesn't deserve succeed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;P.S:No hard feelings please..To girls and to lower caste people!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I wish if I could live in a world of equality!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-14083666521417730?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/14083666521417730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=14083666521417730' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/14083666521417730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/14083666521417730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2008/11/discrimination-of-human-beings.html' title='Discrimination Of Human Beings...!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-2722303592104065247</id><published>2008-11-11T21:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:47:10.884+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anagh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Dream With No End...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SRm4X26jHfI/AAAAAAAABF8/B7VZGxIA38Q/s1600-h/20080815332Sepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SRm4X26jHfI/AAAAAAAABF8/B7VZGxIA38Q/s320/20080815332Sepia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267443959204093426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The usual struggle of keeping the eyes wide open in the school hours after the lunch was on the ride.But today I failed to succeed.The reason of having a common influenza gave me the loophole to sleep in the Computer class-the period after lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was almost asleep,not completely though.But as for the recent days,I've started dreaming,which made no sense other than nonsense,even for few seconds of sleep.And today,the Computer period was the dream world.With half opened eyes,I started with the dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a warm afternoon,the sight of the bamboo leaves swaying from the reach of my ears reached my eyes as soon as I crossed a netted gate..I made few more steps and then had a pause!I stood startled in the front of a multi-storied building,a pure white serenity..The place was so familiar that I knew every single foot step I made and I knew where it took me!I entered the building with loads of feelings flashing through my mind..I started climbing the stairs real slow...With each step I made,memories passed in me like moving pictures..The slow long walk took a rest in the third floor out of the four floors,my eyes started going wild..I gazed deep through the corridor standing on the last step to the floor..Within no time,the floor was filled with teenagers who looked similar in their dressing..They came out of nowhere!!!The faces were so familiar..They were all filled with joy and laughter..It was then I noticed a group of young boys who were laughing aloud and having a real good time..Who were they?I wondered..I decided to have a look and walked close to them..On the walk,none of the people around seemed to watch me..Finally I reached near the noisy group..Gosh!!It was me who was in the middle!!I was numb for a while...But then I realized...It was my old days,my past..Me and my friends...I watched each and every move of me and my friends with a smile on my face...And then I didn't know why..My wild eyes started to fill with tears...Why was it??Was it because of the joy I notice on my own face in the past??Or was it because of the disappointment of a lost life??I decided to walk behind the group to watch every move and joy..They took me to the whole floor again and again and again; running,fighting,smiling,screaming,laughing...It was exhausting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within no time,I felt the dragging of a sharp edge on my right hand..But I took no notice of it at first...The pain then started growing harder...Shit I woke up from the dream!!A girl who sat in front of me was testing her pen's ink on my hand thinking I was dead asleep!!I was really pissed up as she woke me from a beautiful dream,but I managed not to show it out!!And joined the fun happening in the present,hoping that a day would come,when the dream I just had would come true!!It was a nap for few minutes...But I had a flashback of good old times,or rather the present,which would become past in few more days!!The dream started quite well,but had to end before the climax.......&lt;br /&gt;:-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-2722303592104065247?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/2722303592104065247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=2722303592104065247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/2722303592104065247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/2722303592104065247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2008/11/dream-which-did-not-end.html' title='The Dream With No End...!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SRm4X26jHfI/AAAAAAAABF8/B7VZGxIA38Q/s72-c/20080815332Sepia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-1736454990401912129</id><published>2008-09-29T20:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:11:11.426+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='student'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appy fizz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roadside stand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool bar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bakery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pocket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>3 Ways How A Student Empty His Pocket...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ever wondered how a student empty his pockets?Okay so here are three simple ways.But for letting you guys know about it,I need to narrate it by using some characters,and let it be me and my friends!So the story begins...One upon a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Way No.1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scene 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and a friend of mine visited our school on some holiday!I seriously have no idea why was that done!The stop where we get down to have a walk to school is decorated with two bakeries where the students(including me and my friends) spend hours after school!So this very day,on the way back from school,me and my friend stopped there and had some cool drinks.It didn't cost more than 20 bucks!Is that a way how you empty your pocket?No..Not at all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scene 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left to get into the bus which would take us home.The students have concessions on the fair.Since it was a holiday,we doubted for the conductor to allow our pass.If we had to give the full fair,it would be Rs.7 for both of us,and Rs.2 if given concession.As we waited for our ride,me,like usual,thought of opening my wallet and taking the bus fair.In this usual routine,I found that I had only notes with three digits and a 2 rupees coin!So I decided to borrow it from my friend and the problem was same with him.He had two 2 rupees coins and we need a rupee more to have our fair!So we decided to change the single notes to many,by going back to the bakery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scene 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the bakery and fed our belly with some snacks and we had the correct bus fair with no more or less than Rs.7!We reached back the bus wait an sat down on the bench.The 7 rupees were in my hand and I was playing with them.And for our bad luck,a coin rolled on the slab,and fell into the drainage through a hole!Come on now we can't spend more money in the bakery!So we decided to give the full fair if the conductor doesn't allow the pass!Our bus braked,we entered,gave the pass fair,without even looking to our face,he dumped it into his bag,gave us the ticket,and went to the other passengers!Me and my friend gazed at each other with wide opened eyes!Why?Just because,for a rupee,we spent 50+ in the shop,and that rupee vanished to the drainage,and we were allowed the pass!!!Shitty man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Way No.2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scene 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the usual boring lunch(as I'm having it for the past 7 years) from my school,I decided to skip it one day!And with my energetic body,after the school,I reached the bus stop passing by the same old bakery from where the snacks smiled at me!But me with high resistance moved to the bus stop,though my belly made unusual noise!I had no single penny other than the bus fair with me and I didn't want my friends to spend money as I stopped bringing money since I didn't want to spent the hard work of my parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scene 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friends got into the bus and by the short travel of 15 minutes,we reached the town from where we friends had to split into different directions.I usually walk to my house but this day I couldn't do that.So I asked one of my friends to give me(not lend me) 10 rupees as I badly needed a rikshaw to take me home!And guess what?The same old problem.He had only 100 rupees,and we had to change it!So me,him and another friend of us,found the way.The producer bought a 50 rupees mobile recharge.But what to do?I need only 10!The mobile store was the next shutter to a bakery!Haha!So the other friend being a Lays maniac asked him to buy one,and the compulsion made him buy one 20 rupees pack!Now after doing the math,he had 30 rupees balance from which the 10 was for me.I was handed over the 10 rupee note.Me being a hungry dawg,moved my hand swiftly into his pocket and snatched the remaining 20 rupees.And with the 10 bought an Appy Fizz and he was left with a 10 rupee for which he had to go home!Just a removal of zero!Came with 100,went back with 10!Poor him!Hahaha!Happys endings!;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Way No.3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scene 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual money vanishing illusion of flooding it in cool bars ended up in roadside stands since the food there was tasty,spicy and cheap!The first attraction was a stand on the way to my home sweet home!But that was in the heart of the town and since we wear school uniforms,it was easy for out teachers to lead their eyes on us!It is a big ground in front of that stand and we used to buy the things and go to the ground to have it!We had to walk a long way to reach the other side of the ground and got fed up and stopped the business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scene 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit!Another stand in town!How come we never noticed that!May be 'cause it was away from the main roads,where none sees!So we went there.The food there was tastier than from the other shop!We ate 2 things each(you wont possible recognize the item if I name it).The eat was fine,the food was tasty and spicy!Till the time when the chilly lighted flames in our eyes!We started blowing our tongue and our eyes bulged out!And all we could get in the place was spicy,chilly things and hot tea!We almost bled our eyes!So had no choice than to run to the nearest cool bar and have some juice!The food from the stand cost 24 rupees.And the after effect cost us Rs.50!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-1736454990401912129?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/1736454990401912129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=1736454990401912129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/1736454990401912129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/1736454990401912129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2008/09/3-ways-how-student-empty-his-pocket.html' title='3 Ways How A Student Empty His Pocket...!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-6063102320720490917</id><published>2008-08-16T18:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:19:00.292+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anagh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazyanagh'/><title type='text'>Define Yourself...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The chat between my brother and me went on for a while.Before signing out,he sent me a file asking me to read it.I read it and damn!I couldn't understand the feeling I had then!Here's the thing.See if it have any impact on you.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Please find a place to read these next few pages where you can be alone and uninterrupted.Clear your mind of everything except what you will read and what I will invite you to do.Don't worry about your schedule,your business,your family,or your friends.Just focus with me and really open your mind.In your mind's eye,see yourself going to the funeral parlor or chapel,parking the car,and getting out.As you walk inside the building,you notice the flowers,the soft organ music.You see the faces of friends and family you pass along the way.You feel the shared sorrow of losing,the joy of having known,that radiates from the hearts of the people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you walk down to the front of the room and look inside the casket,you suddenly come face to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;face with yourself.This is your funeral,three years from today.All these people have come to honor you,to express feelings of love and appreciation for your life.As you take a seat and wait for the services to begin,you look at the program in your hand.There are to be four speakers.The first one is from your family, immediate and also extended--children,brothers,sisters,nephews,nieces,aunts,uncles, cousins,and grandparents who have come from all over the country to attend.The second speaker is one of your friends,someone who can give a sense &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;of what you were as a person.The third speaker is from your work or profession.And the fourth is from your church or some community organization where you've been involved in service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now think deeply.What would you like each of these speakers to say about you and your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What kind of husband,wife,father,or mother would you like their words to reflect?What kind of son or daughter or cousin?What kind of friend?What kind of working associate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What character would you like them to have seen in you?What contributions,what achievements would you want them to remember?Look carefully at the people around you.What difference would you like to have made in their lives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-6063102320720490917?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/6063102320720490917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=6063102320720490917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/6063102320720490917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/6063102320720490917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2008/08/define-yourself.html' title='Define Yourself...!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-42340121260630071</id><published>2008-07-23T17:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:43:16.424+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mohabbat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anagh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pyaar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazyanagh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ishq'/><title type='text'>Points To Remember Before Falling In Love...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It was the mistake of a lifetime that I was trapped in School Life Love.I told myself that she was the girl of my life.As time passed,intensity of my love towards her increased and I became blind.I promised myself that one day she would become my future and waited for the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SIclhp087XI/AAAAAAAAAvk/8OftRgAb5pc/s1600-h/Love+storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SIclhp087XI/AAAAAAAAAvk/8OftRgAb5pc/s400/Love+storm.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SIclhp087XI/AAAAAAAAAvk/8OftRgAb5pc/s400/Love+storm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226187152680611186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And time passed again and I knew it was now or never.There had a rumor in the whole campus that the girl I loved was a girl who boasts 24*7 and ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;d the feeling of superiority or supremacy in her.Though I believed in the mist of those saying,I never believed it completely.Finally one day I had a chance to talk with her alone(All other talks I made were in someone else' presence).And that was the time when I realized my mistake.The crowd was right,and I was wrong!She was not the one whom I thought she was!The rumor seemed to be fully true.The way she talked,the way she behaved,it was shitty man!!!I was so much pissed up with her attitude that I almost started ye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;lling at her,but I controlled my temper[After all she's my first ever love.;-)].I almost lost my tongue to leave the "4-3" word from it,but I managed to stop it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Now going to the title of this topic.The points to remember before falling in love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The most important-Not to do the mistake of Love At First Sight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Know the person well before you hang yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Campus love is not all!Or I can say it's nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Judge the person through conversations rather than judging them by their looks and from the sayings of others!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Propose the person once,if it's a 'NO',scream "F**k-Off"(4-3) and if it's a 'YES' scream "Oh my gosh or Holy sh*t or Holy crap!!!"[:-D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love the one who loves you,not the one whom you love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And most of all,avoid getting into some serious relation.It's campus.Do the time pass.Live the life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Now that's all!Remember before you hang yourself!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Related post: &lt;a href="http://meu-stupidities-favorito.blogspot.com/2008/08/flames-of-life.html"&gt;Flame Of Life...!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-42340121260630071?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/42340121260630071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=42340121260630071' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/42340121260630071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/42340121260630071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2008/07/points-to-remember-before-falling-in.html' title='Points To Remember Before Falling In Love...!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SIclhp087XI/AAAAAAAAAvk/8OftRgAb5pc/s72-c/Love+storm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-6424929754002836882</id><published>2008-06-30T22:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:43:16.719+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anagh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogspot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazyanagh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ishq'/><title type='text'>My Very Own Love Life...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The rays of the morning sun of April 20th 2006 Thursday brought in me a change.A real drastic change that I lost my very own soul.The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sun rise that touched my body after an approximate 5470 days of the first sun rise to touch me,brought in me a feeling.A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;feeling that never showed itself before me since my birth.For the first time in life,I was in love!A crazy feeling that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;changed me from the me I was!Like those puppets behind the curtains and like the stars in cinemas,I lost my mind!The harder I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tried to get out of the trap,the more it chained around me.And by every tick of the clock,I recognized that it was almost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;impossible for me to get out of it.I never cared to let my love bird know my feeling for her.But I cared to let my friends to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;know it.The news was buzzed all over the campus and it was not too late for her to know the thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SGkWENoEAmI/AAAAAAAAAtY/iEdsvNNgvL0/s1600-h/Hairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SGkWENoEAmI/AAAAAAAAAtY/iEdsvNNgvL0/s320/Hairs.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SGkWENoEAmI/AAAAAAAAAtY/iEdsvNNgvL0/s320/Hairs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217725904918413922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Though I didn't want her to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;know it,she came to know.It was sure that she didn't want me as her Mr.Perfect,and that may be the very reason why I didn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;want her to know the thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As days passed,the majority of the total strength of the school as well as the desks and benches of my campus started saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the fairytale of my broken dreams and unsuccessful love story.Within not much time a complain aroused from almost all my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;friends that I was not the one whom they knew before.The complain seemed to be genuine but I had no option.I tried harder to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;be the same old me to them but all my attempts failed at a certain point of time.As days passed,it became my requirment to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;forget her because it ruined my life of laughter and joy and most of all,my academic performance.With all my will and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;strength,I made a tough decision of doing the illusion of erasing her from my mind.Though it was hard,I managed to.But every &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;instance of my eyes reaching her sight,my heart beat increased which was completely out of my control.I prepared myself to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;get out of her sight after my 10th boards but I was compelled to bare her for a year more,that is till she completes her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10th.I hoped her to be admitted in some other school,but my fate defeated me here as well.For the hell's sake,she is back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Her memories were starting to uproot from my heart and was fading away.But her returning brought in me the dews that were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; sufficient enough for the drying leaves to come back to life.I tried hard not to fall in the same trap again but I was so careless!I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;screamed from the trap raising my hands hoping that someone would hear my voice and help me get out of it.But the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;around me was deaf and blind that neither did it hear my hopeless voice nor did it see my helpless hands raised at them.They &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;couldn't stop me from falling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I've fallen down...And the same hands are raised at them...Hoping for them to provide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;me with their hands to lift me up from the fall so I can use my own hands to wipe off the dust that is sticking on to my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ass!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH...GIVE ME YOUR HANDS...SO I CAN STAND FROM MY FALL...AND USE MY OWN HANDS TO WIPE OFF THE DUST OF MEMORIES STICKING ON TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MY ASS...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HELP ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HEAR ME SCREAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HEAR ME CRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WITH LOADS OF HOPE,CrazyMe!CrazyAnagh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;----------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related Post:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://meu-stupidities-favorito.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-storm-to-end.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Summer Storm To End...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;----------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-6424929754002836882?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/6424929754002836882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=6424929754002836882' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/6424929754002836882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/6424929754002836882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-very-own-love-life.html' title='My Very Own Love Life...!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SGkWENoEAmI/AAAAAAAAAtY/iEdsvNNgvL0/s72-c/Hairs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-7946417668686052946</id><published>2008-06-12T18:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:43:17.057+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anagh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazyanagh'/><title type='text'>Getting Rid Of Depressions...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The usual cyber chats between two people starts with a 'Hi' and ends with a 'Bye' when it is a person who doesn't like to talk much about themselves and their life to the person on the other end.But in the 100% people we chat,25% are always ready to discuss anything and everything.They talk about their life.Being a normal person,we usually hear their happy and joyful experience and never care to go in depth of it.But have you ever noticed?When it comes to depression and bad experiences of life,we try to ask more and try to help the person on the other side(Well I donno about other's,but I am one such).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My recent studies on the chats I made compelled me to make this post.This post is to let depressed and hopeless people know about the mistake you are doing.I'm not sure about the extend of effect this post gonna make on you people.But lemme give a shot!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are various problems which leads you to depression.I can't explain all those here,so I'm gonna mention few..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;You feel that no people you  know,even the closest ones,don't understand you very well.You need their presence but you see that they don't care for you.Now the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SFEvuFZLS-I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/9dcCM0gia0g/s1600-h/Lonely3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SFEvuFZLS-I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/9dcCM0gia0g/s320/Lonely3.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SFEvuFZLS-I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/9dcCM0gia0g/s320/Lonely3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210998712612637666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; question-How many of you think that you know about each and everything going around the mind of your close ones?I'm sure you don't.Are you sure that your loved ones get all the care that they expect from you?Never!Think about it!Everyone are so much concerned about themselves and doesn't recognize the faults on their own side.You being a depressed person expect a lot from your loved ones.But your realization that they don't understand your needs adds up to your depression.Now think how many among you provide your complete presence to the ones you love when they are in the very same situation.Think of it!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Suppose you have a friend with a large number of friends,and you yourself are a person with many friends.You see one such friend of yours with his/her friends all the time and you feel that he/she is ignoring you or care for you no more.You feel so disappointed about their action.Now think-How many of you spend your time on that very person whom you think ignores you when they are staying alone or when they are out of all their other friends and they are really in need of your presence?You yourself get busy with the rest of your friends.But you never understand the needs of that very person.Think of it for a while!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You get into many close relations.You make a number of friends and many of them come close to you.When you don't hear from them for few days,you expect them to ring you.But they don't.You think they have forgotten you and get depressed.But isn't it possible that the person is thinking the same?Think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;When you are sad,you feel that all the sadness in the world is upon you.You feel that you are the only person with problems.But think of the millions beyond your eye balls.There are starving,diseased,homeless and orphans.Is your sadness anything compared to those?Think!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now think who is responsible for your depression!Is it someone you love?Or is it yourself???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Think!!!And who do you think can help you get rid of it???Your loved ones or you yourself???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-7946417668686052946?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/7946417668686052946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SFEvuFZLS-I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/9dcCM0gia0g/s72-c/Lonely3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-2852417062153667474</id><published>2008-05-15T21:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-16T18:59:09.330+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anagh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazyanagh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Enjoy School Life To The Extreme...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"A day would come,when you walk through the large gate on the lonely white path with dry leaves dancing in the air.....trees swaying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt; in the breeze away from the place where once love was made....smiles shared....hearts broken....tears spilled....&lt;br /&gt;Passing out,you would know the essence of unknown emotions....Then when you step into your lonely old class room with time to spare,only memories would be with you....You would realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; that love was here,heaven was here,just years back........"&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;-anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once,when I was  young to understand about the real world that I lived in,I always &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wished to be a grown up gentle man.I always wanted to live with all luxuries of life and live a life with no one to extend their control over me!I always wished to be a free bird that could one day fly like the phoenix and explore the greatest height of independence and freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But as time passed,these thoughts started vanishing from my mind..School life-it showed me heaven.Friends,love,broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SKbVzOI1_9I/AAAAAAAAAwE/R1VDhFzUPYw/s1600-h/20080815332B%26W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SKbVzOI1_9I/AAAAAAAAAwE/R1VDhFzUPYw/s320/20080815332B%26W.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SKbVzOI1_9I/AAAAAAAAAwE/R1VDhFzUPYw/s320/20080815332B%26W.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235106692810014674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; hearts,tears,smiles,laughter,joy,fights and so on just let me think of the upcoming days!!A real gentle man like I always wished to be.A man who always live for others and have very less leisure time and more busy life...Is it called true freedom?Is it the independence I was thinking of??No way!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As I gaze into the crystal balls,or the so called mind to see my future,I see the end of my school days at the distance and a large gate that wide opening to the road to a new world covered with mist of memories.Good old memories of school life...Once the gate is crossed,there is no looking back...It's all over,the teenage fun is over,now comes great responsibilities...And the freedom I thought of having??It's over too...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm forced to look back,and the things I see,it brings in me the feeling of unknown emotions...I see my friends,my close friends,and in between them,me with a face full of joy,smile and laughter,which will be rarely seen thereafter...And now looking into the pale pages of my autograph book,where the words says a lot,which are never mere words,but a bunch of true emotions and feelings,I hold a smile on my face which is seen as jus' a simple smile to the world,but to me,a smile that have the lovely old flashbacks and memories,I wonder.....Will those days come back???The life I had,the love I had,the friends I had.....Can I have 'em back???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And now just a single wish-If I could,I would turn back the time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;ENJOY SCHOOL LIFE TO THE MAXIMUM....!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;THE HEAVEN IS ON EARTH....!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN....!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-2852417062153667474?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/2852417062153667474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=2852417062153667474' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/2852417062153667474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/2852417062153667474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2008/05/enjoy-school-life-to-extreme.html' title='Enjoy School Life To The Extreme...!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SKbVzOI1_9I/AAAAAAAAAwE/R1VDhFzUPYw/s72-c/20080815332B%26W.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-5333132408559881235</id><published>2008-04-17T17:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:43:17.362+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anagh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orkut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazyanagh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='applications'/><title type='text'>Orkut On A Mission???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Like almost all the kids of my age,I logged into the Google's Social Network,Mr.Orkut and found everything usual except for a small column with some unusual goodies written on it.Guess what?Orkut introduced many applications.Is it a mission?Mission by Orkut to compete with the Facebook?If I'm not wrong,Facebook owns a large share in US markets which can never be compared to Orkut's small share at present(May be wrong!I donno where I got this news from).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SAdEaGfHYuI/AAAAAAAAAq8/AYEPcDZPH3A/s1600-h/Orkut+Applications.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SAdEaGfHYuI/AAAAAAAAAq8/AYEPcDZPH3A/s400/Orkut+Applications.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SAdEaGfHYuI/AAAAAAAAAq8/AYEPcDZPH3A/s400/Orkut+Applications.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190192310776193762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When did Orkut guys start the creation of these goodies?Is it the time when everything got doubled?Like fans,scraps,friends!I was shocked to see my scraps and fans double on one fine day.And the members of community?They reached 'negative'!Was those surprises result of their introduction of these application?Who cares?Orkut has changed a lot since I joined!Now the search in Orkut has become a bit advanced.You can find it out yourself by searching,I'm not here to say what they changed in the search.[:-D].Now it's time for me to find out what all that applications do!Seriously,I haven't gone through those things.It's time for me to research on those stuffs and come up with all the positives and negatives of those and post 'em here...Hehe!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now there's a small question hanging down in my mind!Is these changes gonna let Orkut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;come above all other Social Networks?It's time for us to wait and see..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Till I come up with my next post,Adios amigos and amigas..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-5333132408559881235?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/5333132408559881235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=5333132408559881235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/5333132408559881235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/5333132408559881235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2008/04/orkut-on-mission.html' title='Orkut On A Mission???'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SAdEaGfHYuI/AAAAAAAAAq8/AYEPcDZPH3A/s72-c/Orkut+Applications.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-7362408296745666485</id><published>2008-04-15T18:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:44:21.442+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anagh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogspot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gtalk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazyanagh'/><title type='text'>What's Blogger???And What Is Blog???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As usual,I signed into the Google chat engine,Gtalk.The first page was crowded with green and red bubbles as usual.Nearly 4 to 5 chat windows flashed  in which one was a funny fatty guy who was stupid enough to irritate me.The chats went normal from the beginning till the crazy guy asked me what I was doing 24/7 in the internet.And my answer was "chatting and blogging".He was a guy who didn't know what really a blog meant.I'm not here to say I've mastered in blogging but I was kind enough to give him a brief introduction to blogging,at least the things I knew.I started describing about it and after few IMs he asked me how was he to create one himself.I suggested blogger and I was little happy to get someone into blogging which some people thought was craziest thing to do and a big waste of time.He asked for some other thing like blogger and I said Wordpress is one but i never used it.The next question was what's Wordpress and Blogger.I said we use it to create blog.On the next question,I really got pissed up!!He asked "What is a blog"..I was like-man isn't the thing I told you before?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My intension of creating this post was only to insult him.But I don't remember me saying to him that blogging was used for that purpose as well.And I myself know that that's not a right thing to do.My next try was to threaten him saying I'd post something about him.But as I told in the beginning,he was stupid enough to irritate me.He said he didn't give a damn if I write about him(After all who's gonna read this?).I thought this post ain't a good topic for blogging but on playing on my qwerty board,many things went through my mind and came out with a moral that I did not had in my head when I started typing this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the moral is-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1.Don't give advice or guidance to someone about something if you yourself doesn't know what exactly it means..[:-)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2.Don't ever try to help such fools who are always funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3.It's easy to irritate other people when you are irritated by someone by many ways,like I created this post.Aren't you irritated enough??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hahahaha...!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-7362408296745666485?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/7362408296745666485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=7362408296745666485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/7362408296745666485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/7362408296745666485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-bloggerand-what-is-blog.html' title='What&apos;s Blogger???And What Is Blog???'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-8339298578511689069</id><published>2008-04-13T20:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:43:18.102+05:30</updated><category 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term='crazyanagh'/><title type='text'>What Can A Better Advertisement  Be??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I always wondered on watching the Atlas Jewelry ad in which the old man(I guess he's the owner) comes and say some stupid dialogue("&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ജന&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;കോടികളുടെ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;വിശ്വസ്ത&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;സ്ഥാപനം&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;") which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;always irritated me,both,the dialogue(It ain't bad if said by some other person in some other tone),and that how can somebody make such stupid ads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SAIwhWfHYiI/AAAAAAAAAoY/HoK9awk_aiQ/s1600-h/Atlas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SAIwhWfHYiI/AAAAAAAAAoY/HoK9awk_aiQ/s320/Atlas.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SAIwhWfHYiI/AAAAAAAAAoY/HoK9awk_aiQ/s320/Atlas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188763070214136354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You may not believe this,I always change the frequency when I come across the s**ting ad,or dig my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'middle'&lt;/span&gt; fingers in my ears if the remote controller is not at my reach.I always thought of the advertising company who made the thing that 'How can that company survive man?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The advertisements I always supports are of 'Mentos,Airtel and now Virgin mobiles'.The best ad on which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I vote '10' stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; out of '5' is o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;f Virgin mobile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Speciall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;y coz of the cute girl out there..Ahem ahem!Jus' kiddin guys):-).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then the Mentos and then comes Airtel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SAI0xGfHYmI/AAAAAAAAAo4/OZ5ZmHVuIgk/s1600-h/Mentos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SAI0xGfHYmI/AAAAAAAAAo4/OZ5ZmHVuIgk/s200/Mentos.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SAI0xGfHYmI/AAAAAAAAAo4/OZ5ZmHVuIgk/s200/Mentos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188767738843587170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Those ads really rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Virgin and Mentos ads rocks for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; their damn idea(Like girl gaining permission to go on a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; trip with h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;er boy friend and college guy coming late to class) and Airtel for the moral they giv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Like There's no walls,no barriers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that can keep us apart,if only we talk to each other) and for the music by ARR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But today what made me post this,is watching the Atlas Jewelry ad.I thought for some time and finally found the answer,which I guess ain't wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Guys what if the ad sucks to the core?The old man is hell famous for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SASWtWfHYsI/AAAAAAAAAqU/PQPzzjX1M78/s1600-h/Virgin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SASWtWfHYsI/AAAAAAAAAqU/PQPzzjX1M78/s200/Virgin.JPG" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SASWtWfHYsI/AAAAAAAAAqU/PQPzzjX1M78/s200/Virgin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189438376512021186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;stupid dialogue and which is further responsible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for the fame of his Jewelry!All the mimicry troups imitate this man and its famous in that way as well..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Looking deep into the part of advertisement on something,the only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SAIxCGfHYjI/AAAAAAAAAog/b_NbHA1gfgc/s1600-h/Airtel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SAIxCGfHYjI/AAAAAAAAAog/b_NbHA1gfgc/s200/Airtel.JPG" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SAIxCGfHYjI/AAAAAAAAAog/b_NbHA1gfgc/s200/Airtel.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188763632854852146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thing to be needed is 'Fame'.The success of an ad is when the item get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; famous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the old man and his dialogue??They rocks even though it sucks!!!!And the jewelry??Faammoouuss!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-8339298578511689069?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/8339298578511689069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=8339298578511689069' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/8339298578511689069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/8339298578511689069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-can-better-advertisement-be.html' title='What Can A Better Advertisement  Be??'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/SAIwhWfHYiI/AAAAAAAAAoY/HoK9awk_aiQ/s72-c/Atlas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-6114700346937232633</id><published>2008-04-09T20:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:43:18.583+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mohabbat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anagh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pyaar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazyanagh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ishq'/><title type='text'>Say Whatcha Wanna Say Before Its Too Late...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was out of topic for a while to post something here.Now I'm here with something.This is dedicated to all teenagers.Hehe.OK now here's the thing.As you have seen the heading,you may have some idea about what I'm gonna say.Now here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To be frank,I always underestimated 'me' on the topic 'affair'.Yeah you got me.I never thought of a girl having a crush on me.That too a cute,beautiful,sexy,intelligent and sensitive girl!!!!Hehehe.Really.Believe me guys.I'm not lying.[:)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/R_z3lQ2F-AI/AAAAAAAAAmk/rFMmiXljGMw/s1600-h/For+sale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/R_z3lQ2F-AI/AAAAAAAAAmk/rFMmiXljGMw/s400/For+sale.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/R_z3lQ2F-AI/AAAAAAAAAmk/rFMmiXljGMw/s400/For+sale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187293090373040130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As being a 'guy',one will surely notice pretty girls on the walk and he might have a crush on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; her.It's natural.Even I had too,on many.But I never took it serious.One such girl,on whom I had a crush on,was in my Orkut friends list.We had many chats and talked about almost every topics.I asked for her cell number several times.But she said she didn't have one.I had no option but to believe her,and what difference  it make if I get it?She never came online when I was online(Not purposely).But we used to chat through off-line messages.But that became rare as well.After long break,I got an off-line message from her which had her cell number in it.Man I was damn surprised!!!!I didn't know what to do.Luckily or unluckily,I had 100+ balance in my cell(Dude it's so rare.My cell sees balance above 20 once in a blue moon.Hehe) and I had a message offer of 10 paise per message.So I sent her a message.She replied.I sent again.She replied.So by then I understood that she had some offer too,or she's so rich.(Who cares??I jus' wanna message man!!)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/R_z3zQ2F-BI/AAAAAAAAAms/h_b6-5kY9jU/s1600-h/I+lOve+U.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/R_z3zQ2F-BI/AAAAAAAAAms/h_b6-5kY9jU/s400/I+lOve+U.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/R_z3zQ2F-BI/AAAAAAAAAms/h_b6-5kY9jU/s400/I+lOve+U.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187293330891208722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The chats went on.We ran out of topics to chat.I asked her to spit out a topic and she replied "Like girl?".I really didn't understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what she really meant by the question,if it was to discuss on the topic 'girl' or a question that did I like any girl.I asked her what she meant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in the above two.She said the second one.The whole school(Those who know me) knows about a girl whom I had a crush on.I said it to her and she said she knows it.She then asked did I fall for someone else after that girl.And I said I had one along with the other.Hehe.She was damn curious to know about the girl.I never saw her this curious before.I said I was not ready to say it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; because it might create a distance between us.But she asked jus' about that in the remaining messages and I had no choice.I was compelled to say it was her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She said that's not gonna create any distance and asked did I wish for something more than a friendship.And man,I'm so honest(Ain't a joke).I didn't say that I wished for something more than a friendship,as it is,but twisted the s**t around and said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"1.You already have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a boy friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm not a person whom a pretty girl like you will love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Like I said,I underestimated me),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3.You're not gonna change from a friend to a lover even if I say I wish for something more than a friendship,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4.The only thing that's gonna happen is that you'll hate me and I'll no more be even a friend of yours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And man the next message was really shocking....!!!She said she liked me when she saw me first from the school and she didn't say it as like all,even she was aware that I had a crush on someone else!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Man such a damn shock!!!She would have become mine if she told the thing to me,or the other way round...!!!&lt;br /&gt;For my bad luck,she's not mine,and is someone else's now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So moral of the story???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;SAY WHATCHA WANNA SAY BEFORE IT'S TOOOO LATE......!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-6114700346937232633?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/6114700346937232633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=6114700346937232633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/6114700346937232633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/6114700346937232633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2008/04/say-watcha-wanna-say-before-its-too.html' title='Say Whatcha Wanna Say Before Its Too Late...!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/R_z3lQ2F-AI/AAAAAAAAAmk/rFMmiXljGMw/s72-c/For+sale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-5390592363456332094</id><published>2008-03-16T21:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:43:19.063+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anagh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inhuman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazyanagh'/><title type='text'>Humans turning Inhuman...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;What is going with the damn world and the damn people.People-They are called humans.But where is the humanity?They are more likely to be called animals(dogs!!).The cruelty of humans can never cross the present point ever again because they are its the peak.Why am I into this post?Even the people who never turn on their television except for some crap movies or sports and not for the news are aware of this incident(Like I am aware of it).&lt;br /&gt;O.K..Now here is the thing..&lt;br /&gt;A 10 year-old-boy,Sanjeev was burnt alive.Yeah you heard me.A 10 year-old-boy,a kid was burnt alive on Thursday March 14 2008 by some drunk men who rammed their car into the boy's bicycle.The report says that the boy asked for compensation.The incident took place in Alipur on the outskirts of the capital.The boy's cycle was hit by a qualis carrying a groom's wedding party from Meerut.The men who were drunk beat Sanjeev as he asked for compensation to repair his cycle and then he was carried away by the a**holes to a field.His partially burnt body was discovered by a farmer the next day.The parents of the child came to the spot as their child was missing from the previous day.They recognized the unburnt leg of their child and the next is emotions..&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was stopped.The groom managed to get away but some of his relatives have been detained. &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/R91KY0beg-I/AAAAAAAAAmY/Ls0ra41M9Iw/s400/sanjeev.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178376936797144034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/R91KY0beg-I/AAAAAAAAAmY/Ls0ra41M9Iw/s400/sanjeev.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police have registered a case of murder but say until the post-mortem report is out, they cannot say it with certainty that Sanjeev was indeed burnt alive.&lt;br /&gt;Three police teams have been sent to Meerut. Angry villagers say the police allowed the attackers to escape. There's tension in the area and the security has been tightened after protests by the villagers.&lt;br /&gt;But I small question to put forward.Where were these villagers when the boy was beaten and carried away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-5390592363456332094?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/5390592363456332094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=5390592363456332094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/5390592363456332094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/5390592363456332094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2008/03/humans-turning-inhuman.html' title='Humans turning Inhuman...!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/R91KY0beg-I/AAAAAAAAAmY/Ls0ra41M9Iw/s72-c/sanjeev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-2773320647591306105</id><published>2008-03-01T22:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:43:21.149+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star singer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anagh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazyanagh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sms'/><title type='text'>Somethings About Reality Shows...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Television reality shows open a dam shutter of tear which come in first place letting the mega serials in second position.The people running for their mobile phone to vote for their favorite contestant,while their favorite ones beg for sms's like election candidates,with eyes full of tears and hope on the television screen,you don't recognize that you are being cheated.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/R8v3JahfG8I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/wna6oz2YaiI/s400/Idea+Star+Singer.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173500338075802562" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/R8v3JahfG8I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/wna6oz2YaiI/s400/Idea+Star+Singer.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes.Don't you ever exclaim when the best contestants of such shows are fired out of the show on one pleasant day?There's a sentence that everybody says when such participants fail to move to the next round-"The reason is that you got less votes,we're sorry"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But just use some common sense and try to understand the role of such sms voting in the judging of candidates.They play no role in the judgment.Now you think how,right?Okey i'll explain.The show that you're watching tonight will be an episode that was made nearly a month back.The candidates themselves says on the screen that the shooting will be only once in a month.That means that if it is elimination round tomorrow,its shooting must have been done days back.Is'nt it so?So what's the use if the audience send their valuable votes,not valuable votes actually,valuable account balance on watching the episode today?So we can make out that this voting things are more dramatic than the sentimental scenes in the reality shows....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/R8v3V6hfG-I/AAAAAAAAAkg/zjTdfqd7A2I/s1600-h/Super+star.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/R8v3V6hfG-I/AAAAAAAAAkg/zjTdfqd7A2I/s320/Super+star.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173500552824167394" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/R8v3V6hfG-I/AAAAAAAAAkg/zjTdfqd7A2I/s320/Super+star.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you still believe that your sms judge the elimination and entrance of candidates?If so,you're mistaken.It's a wise game played for promoting or encouraging sms sending.We've seen many deserving candidates being eliminated with our own eyes.But no candidates,their relatives or the audience come forward saying this.Why?It's because the candidates and their relatives are to sign a contract that the ones being eliminated should not disclose his/her elimination in public before the it's shown on tv.A candidate,days back by mistake,published a news that he/she was eliminated and later withdrew the publication.It was days before the elimination episode.There are even rumors that there wont be even real audience on the elemination rounds.They're mostly edited scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now your doubt may be that then what's the need for this sms drama.Right?The reason is simple.Financial!Each vote is charged from Rs.3 to Rs.6.But in this,only &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/R8wykqhfHDI/AAAAAAAAAlE/KIsvvB7QBTs/s1600-h/Reality3.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nearly Rs.1 is charged for the service providers.That is,all the mobile service providers charge you only the common rates for the votes.The rate which is to send a normal sms.So now you can guess it.The remaining money is going into the hands of producer of the program,channels and the bank.So what can we conclude?The limousins,luxury sedans,45 lacs,flats etc. are not a thing to be appreciated or wondered of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/R8wyk6hfHEI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Te4QqMt8uk8/s400/Reality4.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173565681708244034" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/R8wyk6hfHEI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Te4QqMt8uk8/s400/Reality4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another way of the producers are projecting one or two contestants as their favorites.As a result,the fans will send more and more sms's.The money flowing from the pockets of viewers through their mobile phones reach safely to the pockets of producers.In between even if a deserving contestant is eliminated,nobody will question this bull s**t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The authorities sometimes says that some participant couldn't make it to the show due to some technical problems.But can this be true?What if they withdrew on coming to know about the truth?This is a wide spread way or reality shows.It was started in American reality shows which slowly migrated to Europe and to India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you may be thinking that it is just for the channels to make money.If it is &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/R8wyR6hfHBI/AAAAAAAAAk0/0z1gI_zZjAw/s1600-h/Reality1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/R8wyR6hfHBI/AAAAAAAAAk0/0z1gI_zZjAw/s400/Reality1.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173565355290729490" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/R8wyR6hfHBI/AAAAAAAAAk0/0z1gI_zZjAw/s400/Reality1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so,you are wrong.There is one more advantage because of this.Even though the sms's doesn't play role in the elimination of a participant,it does help the program crew to measure the favorite contestants by the people.In market terms,it is called '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Consumer Psychology&lt;/span&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consumer Psychology is used to change the program techniques on the basis of the reaction of the viewers.For this purpose the program crew make a chart called '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;popularity chart&lt;/span&gt;' for each contestants.The factors affecting such charts are many-the person's native place,living condition,ability to attract viewers,and of course the number of votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is on this basis the judges rates the contestants.If the name is at the top of the chart,no problem even if the performance was bad,they get good marks.And if the name is down,they score less marks even if the performance was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back stage rumors are that the judges even get into conflict on this issue.But in the boundaries of contracts,these doesn't become aware to us.Contract is not the only problem here.It is also the huge amount of bucks flowing to the pockets &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/R8wySKhfHCI/AAAAAAAAAk8/6Sbu9IDPa6g/s1600-h/Reality2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/R8wySKhfHCI/AAAAAAAAAk8/6Sbu9IDPa6g/s400/Reality2.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173565359585696802" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/R8wySKhfHCI/AAAAAAAAAk8/6Sbu9IDPa6g/s400/Reality2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of the judges that keep them shut.The rate of anchors are up to even Rs.10,000.So it's easy for us to guess the judges.On thinking that these money is from your mobiles,don't you think to think again before sending a sms???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-2773320647591306105?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/2773320647591306105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=2773320647591306105' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/2773320647591306105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/2773320647591306105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2008/03/somethings-about-reality-shows.html' title='Somethings About Reality Shows...!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/R8v3JahfG8I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/wna6oz2YaiI/s72-c/Idea+Star+Singer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-5556420342882006182</id><published>2008-03-01T22:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:43:21.362+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anagh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazyanagh'/><title type='text'>How Did I Get Into Blogging???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How am i into this blogging stuff?All thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.theanand.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TheAnand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[Cyber name] or simply &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anand Subrahmanian&lt;/span&gt;.Now the question-Who's TheAnand?I met him in orkut.How?Through a community,Rani Public School.I joined it as I'm a student of this institution.I was searching deep through the members to find my present friends and the ones whom i have seen at school and saw this senior of mine.We became good friends since.And now I'm his fan.He's 1 among 3 members in my orkut friends list whom I've become the fan and the reason is that he deserves it.He's into this blogging thing for years,i guess and is a genius in this arena.I was inspired by his skills.He's one of the best bloggers i have ever seen.Or i can say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'he's the best'&lt;/span&gt;...One of the things i like most about him is his moto of life.He says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LIFE=MONEY+MANSION+MERCEDES.&lt;/span&gt;..I don't know if he likes me write about him,but i dared to...&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/R8pvO6hfG5I/AAAAAAAAAjs/rR-MnQpCcbE/s400/TheAnand.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173069424006994834" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/R8pvO6hfG5I/AAAAAAAAAjs/rR-MnQpCcbE/s400/TheAnand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-5556420342882006182?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/5556420342882006182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=5556420342882006182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/5556420342882006182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/5556420342882006182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-am-i-into-this-blogging-stuffall.html' title='How Did I Get Into Blogging???'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/R8pvO6hfG5I/AAAAAAAAAjs/rR-MnQpCcbE/s72-c/TheAnand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106807134246143572.post-1426613239576052754</id><published>2008-03-01T22:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:43:21.839+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anagh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazyanagh'/><title type='text'>Other Networks...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are many more such communities like hi5,BigAdda,Facebook,Friendster etc etc.I'm a member of hi5 and BigAdda but i hate those things as it's full of ads and,and what?And nothing.Can't mention.I just hate the things.As a member of Orkut,i frequently get invitation to join these communities.I joined just to see the happenings and didn't like them and so i don't use those networks.Orkut is the best among such communities and so i log into it every day. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173068990215297922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/R8pu1qhfG4I/AAAAAAAAAjk/KvWWC3B8sVQ/s400/bigadda.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more online communities which i didn't mention.Is there a need of these many?Is it helping the society?Or is it destroying the society?Think of it for a while and see for yourself.I think it's time for me to stop posting in this community.I've written almost all things i can about the topic.And if i find more,i'll try to post more.... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173068985920330610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/R8pu1ahfG3I/AAAAAAAAAjc/wHfhnYp6PwE/s400/Hi5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106807134246143572-1426613239576052754?l=crazyanagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/feeds/1426613239576052754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106807134246143572&amp;postID=1426613239576052754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/1426613239576052754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106807134246143572/posts/default/1426613239576052754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazyanagh.blogspot.com/2008/03/there-are-many-more-such-communities.html' title='Other Networks...!!!'/><author><name>CrazyAnagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07647479640355089062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/TNIZfByH7rI/AAAAAAAABaM/5w7CyoEclog/S220/CrazyAnagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbtz1EQJNbI/R8pu1qhfG4I/AAAAAAAAAjk/KvWWC3B8sVQ/s72-c/bigadda.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
