<?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-20875991</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:10:15.587+05:30</updated><category term='Diary'/><category term='Both sides'/><category term='Neil Diamond'/><category term='Blogathon India -'/><category term='Guys'/><category term='Girls'/><category term='rambling'/><title type='text'>The LIfe Potpourri</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-3037334694789759206</id><published>2010-08-10T18:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-10T18:57:29.324+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Child Argument with her mother -- Amazing (So Cute)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/UL2Ini1RzfQ/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UL2Ini1RzfQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UL2Ini1RzfQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-3037334694789759206?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3037334694789759206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=3037334694789759206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/3037334694789759206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/3037334694789759206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2010/08/child-argument-with-her-mother-amazing.html' title='Child Argument with her mother -- Amazing (So Cute)'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-7381978853478128319</id><published>2010-07-08T19:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-08T19:10:25.042+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE MAN RULES</title><content type='html'>We always hear “THE RULES” From the female side….Now here are the rules from the male side.These are our rules! Please note.. these are all numbered “1 ” ON PURPOSE!1. Men are NOT mind readers. (FIRST &amp;amp; FOREMOST RULE)&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn to work the toilet seat.You’re a big girl. If it’s up, put it down.We need it up, you need it down.You don’t hear us complaining about you leaving it down.&lt;br /&gt;1. Sunday sports, It’s like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.&lt;br /&gt;1.. Crying is blackmail.&lt;br /&gt;1. Ask for what you want.Let us be clear on this one:Subtle hints do not work!Strong hints do not work!Obvious hints do not work!Just say it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.&lt;br /&gt;1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That’s what we do.Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.&lt;br /&gt;1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.In fact, all comments become Null and void after 7 Days.&lt;br /&gt;1. If you think you’re fat, you probably are.Don’t ask us.&lt;br /&gt;1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.&lt;br /&gt;1. You can either ask us to do something Or tell us how you want it done.Not both.If you already know best how to do it , just do it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials..&lt;br /&gt;1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.&lt;br /&gt;1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings.Peach, for example, is a fruit, not A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have NO idea what mauve is.&lt;br /&gt;1. If it itches, it WILL be scratched.We do that.&lt;br /&gt;1. If we ask what is wrong and you say “nothing,” We will act like nothing’s wrong.We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle..&lt;br /&gt;1. If you ask a question you don’t want an answer to, Expect an answer you don’t want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine… Really .&lt;br /&gt;1. Don’t ask us what we’re thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as Football or Hockey.&lt;br /&gt;1. You have enough clothes.&lt;br /&gt;1. You have too many shoes.&lt;br /&gt;1. I am in shape. ROUND IS a shape!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-7381978853478128319?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7381978853478128319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=7381978853478128319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/7381978853478128319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/7381978853478128319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2010/07/man-rules.html' title='THE MAN RULES'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-4366840620156167851</id><published>2008-12-21T22:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-28T12:50:46.820+05:30</updated><title type='text'>CTC CTP</title><content type='html'>Cut  &lt;div&gt;The&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Point&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-4366840620156167851?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4366840620156167851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=4366840620156167851&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/4366840620156167851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/4366840620156167851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2008/12/ctc-cpt.html' title='CTC CTP'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-6779702917376191560</id><published>2008-08-12T17:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:26:21.179+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ROSE!!!</title><content type='html'>The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entire being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you a hug?" I laughed! and enthusiastically responded, "Of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may!" and she gave me a giant squeeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked. She&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;husband, get married, and have a couple of kids...".  "No seriously," I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asked.  I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;challenge at her age. "I always dreamed of having a college education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I'm getting one!" she told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class we walked to the student union building and shared a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wisdom and experience with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you what I know." As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, "We do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy and achieving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it! There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one productive thing, you will turn twenty y ears old. If I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in change. Have no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regrets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose." She&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late to be all you can possibly be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to your friends and family they'll really enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make a Living by what we get; we make a Life by what we give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. "Good friends are like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stars.........You don't always see them, but you know they are always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-6779702917376191560?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6779702917376191560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=6779702917376191560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/6779702917376191560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/6779702917376191560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2008/08/rose.html' title='ROSE!!!'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-7959400895763025777</id><published>2008-06-08T15:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:26:18.349+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/doOixLCnDn0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/doOixLCnDn0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-7959400895763025777?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7959400895763025777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=7959400895763025777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/7959400895763025777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/7959400895763025777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-272775034654159533</id><published>2008-04-20T20:45:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-20T21:37:54.487+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogathon India -'/><title type='text'>How to control traffic in city ( Blogathon)</title><content type='html'>Rules!&lt;br /&gt;Rules is what is it all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as humans... and specially Indians have a Challenge with Authority.&lt;br /&gt;Who sets the rules?&lt;br /&gt;And .. Which are the rules which are Rigid and firm.That is questionable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Have driven on many roads, right from my city beautiful(Chandigarh) to Delhi, Dehradun, Meerut, Jaipur, Bangalore, Chennai, Mumbai, Pune, Nashik, Goa, Ahmadabad etc... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all have a different flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What remains common is the Traffic rule breakers attitude and state of mind at breaking the LAW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right From Basic Impatience to 'who cares attitude' and Not to Unmention Ill-Planned infra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Suggestion is very Basic, and sooner or later I plan to execute the same!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who notice traffic RULES being broken are already Empowered with Camera Phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I/ we Start a photo Blog where the Law-breakers pics are posted everyday/ every hour.&lt;br /&gt;these can be submitted to a me or logistics cane be worked out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And We can have NOKIA or the likes to sponsor few Big Billboards Across the mojor cities which can keep showing the Pics of the SMART Ones.. caught in teh ACT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-272775034654159533?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/272775034654159533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=272775034654159533&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/272775034654159533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/272775034654159533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-to-control-traffic-in-city.html' title='How to control traffic in city ( Blogathon)'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-1523726639629396510</id><published>2008-04-16T20:29:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:29:52.154+05:30</updated><title type='text'>2 muchhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MugQDD2FcKQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MugQDD2FcKQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-1523726639629396510?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1523726639629396510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=1523726639629396510&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/1523726639629396510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/1523726639629396510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2008/04/2-muchhh.html' title='2 muchhh'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-4629547410072422963</id><published>2008-04-11T14:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-11T14:10:31.479+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One day I decided to quit. I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality. I wanted to quit my life. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I went to the woods to have one last talk with God. "God", I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?" &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;His answer surprised me. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;"Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?" "Yes", I replied. "When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them. I gave them light. I gave them water. The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo. In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful. And again,nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo." He said, "In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit. In year four, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed. I would not quit." "Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant...But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall. It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive. I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle."   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;He said to me. "Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots?" "I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you." "Don't compare yourself to others." He said. "The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern. Yet they both make the forest beautiful."  "Your time will come", God said to me. "You will rise high" &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;"How high should I rise?" I asked. "How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked me in return. "As high as it can?" I questioned "Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can." &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I left the forest and bring back this story. I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on you. He will never give up on you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-4629547410072422963?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4629547410072422963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=4629547410072422963&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/4629547410072422963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/4629547410072422963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-day-i-decided-to-quit.html' title=''/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-7645910525951731432</id><published>2008-04-06T10:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-06T11:34:54.793+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Interview-NIRMA</title><content type='html'>27th feb&lt;br /&gt;12.45 batch&lt;br /&gt;i wake up late in the morning...and i had to write my sop too....turns out im late by 5 mins to the venue...and hence was asked to wait n join the next batch.....phew!!waiting room.... ppl came back after gd...chit chat...gk topics...infact i must tell u ...the amt of knowledge i gained in those 5 hrs...( i was there till 6)....is more than wat i ve gained in my whole life. people were awesome...every1 was friendly...cool chilled out environment in the waitng room...and vice versa in the panel rooms...anyway finally in the 3 pm slot ( whch started at 3.45 ),got a disgusting look by the panel....i bore it all...( ye mba ke liye kya kya karna padta hai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still wonder ke 12.50 pe aaya to i was made to wait...aur next batch 3 ki jagah 3.45 pe shuru hua....crzy thing....and poor me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gd topic : excessive use of elctronic gadgets is leading to hampering of analytical skills of students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went pretty fine...no fish mrket ( as predicted by y fellows..)....i chipped in wid a few points...got noticed....and had strong points...wich usually happens....gd was mine....&lt;br /&gt;went back to the waiting room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fir ti same frenzy ppl came wid their expreinces...and vo usual " faad rahe hain yaar ". i was in the 3rd panel and dat was supposedly the most " faadu " 1...&lt;br /&gt;anyway last person of the day to b intvwd....( c dis is wat i call luck )....hall empty...no1 but me n panelists....panel includes...&lt;br /&gt;a young prof : yp&lt;br /&gt;a ungalbaaz oldie : uo&lt;br /&gt;a pawn prof : pp&lt;br /&gt;and me&lt;br /&gt;10th 87.6&lt;br /&gt;12th 78.6&lt;br /&gt;ba pass corres...56 n 52 %&lt;br /&gt;resp....wipro bpo 1 yr experience....so dat basically lets every1 knw dat i was nt on d rght track....9 tho i knw dat i m...) anyway this is how it went...entered the room...&lt;br /&gt;uo : y did u come late being a resident of delhi.&lt;br /&gt;me : rickshaw driver was rookie and both of us didnt knw the exact place&lt;br /&gt;uo: y corres...&lt;br /&gt;me : gyan.............&lt;br /&gt;uo : fav subject..??&lt;br /&gt;me : all&lt;br /&gt;uo : any 1 dat u like d most&lt;br /&gt;me : maths&lt;br /&gt;uo: gestured the yp to ask questions&lt;br /&gt;yp : curriculum&lt;br /&gt;me : told&lt;br /&gt;yp.: eulers theorem ??&lt;br /&gt;me : if i say dat i dont knw...then i ll b lying...but i cant say anything more than " i cant remember rght now"smiles all over&lt;br /&gt;yp : ok, tell me abt ur job profile&lt;br /&gt;me : gyan&lt;br /&gt;yp; wat was ur role, hw did it help u..??&lt;br /&gt;me : gyan.....&lt;br /&gt;pp: where do u c bpos widin the next 2 yrs...??&lt;br /&gt;me : gyan...&lt;br /&gt;pp: but companies r here for cheap labor...&lt;br /&gt;me : other developing nations provide cheaper labor...if the companies had to ...they d ve moved there...seemed convinced...&lt;br /&gt;pp : isnt it difficult for sm1 hu is wrking in bpo getting handsome slary to leave ad go for studies...&lt;br /&gt;me : no...&lt;br /&gt;pp: gnerally....&lt;br /&gt;me : yes&lt;br /&gt;pp : so y wud sm1 like u come here leaving a lucrative job...( god dont belive him...i ws earning hardly 2.5l p.a. and he ws caling dat lucrative )isnt it tuf....y do v selecet such people...&lt;br /&gt;me : 405 of ppl u r select r experinced...and is going pretty well wid the institute's brand name etc...so i guess...u have ur reasons to do so ...&lt;br /&gt;pp: dumbstruck.....awrite, do u agree dat bpo is going to end within the nest 5 yrs...??&lt;br /&gt;me : gyan...&lt;br /&gt;pp: no take a stand...do u agree or disagree&lt;br /&gt;me : its opinion and nt agreement or disagreement...i have mine u have urs...v cant fite over dis topic can v...&lt;br /&gt;pp : ( convinced) ok, wats the turn over for wipro..??&lt;br /&gt;me : dont know...&lt;br /&gt;pp : hus d ceo of wipro bpo...&lt;br /&gt;me : toldpp...full name&lt;br /&gt;me : told...bu ti m nt sure&lt;br /&gt;pp: wat is the price of wipro share&lt;br /&gt;me : told...but i m nt sure&lt;br /&gt;uo ; (comes back)...wat r u sure abt...??..u r unsure abt half the things u say...&lt;br /&gt;me : (fat gayi)...smhow remained composed...and said...i knw wat i want frm my life...&lt;br /&gt;uo : wat do u want?&lt;br /&gt;me : success and peace...&lt;br /&gt;uo : pappu yadav is successful&lt;br /&gt;me : dat is ur opinion....&lt;br /&gt;uo : good...dats it...&lt;br /&gt;me : is it all...??&lt;br /&gt;uo : yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-7645910525951731432?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7645910525951731432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=7645910525951731432&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/7645910525951731432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/7645910525951731432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2008/04/interview-nirma.html' title='Interview-NIRMA'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-1299014055346197697</id><published>2008-04-06T10:49:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-06T10:59:22.907+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Interviews Fore</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Venue : FORE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Batch : 1.30&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;entered exactly at 1.30....and then the usual...welcomin and verification...gd started at arnd 2.10...went for abt 20 mins....case study...introduction of walmart etc is going to b curse for an ordinary grocer...etc etc....most of the ppl chipped in wid pts...healthy gd....satisfied wid my performance....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;serial num 8.....i heard dat they were nt grilling ppl on academics....once again...i m a ba pass ( corres..) student....56 and 52 % resp in both the years...i expect a different kind of grilling all d time...but i m game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;btw b4 going to the interview part....v were waiting outside...and man 1 thing whch is excellent abt FORE is the chic quantity....gosh...name it a CHIC FACTORY...guyz were hard to find....if they call me....trust me guyz...i m goin there...anyway....lets talk business now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 ppl in panel...a prof (p), a numb lady (nl), chief (c).. n me (m)luckily wen i went in the chief got a call ...he left the room...sigh of relief....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m: can i sit..??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nl : yes,...( pause)...tell me smthin abt urself....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m: 10 th ..12 th bla h blah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nl : ( interrupted )...i dont want numbers...tell me smthin u havnt mentioned...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m : i love to sing...i play guitar and i m an absolute gamer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p : so u sing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m : yes sir...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nl : sing smthinm : sang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nl and p : kudos..u sing pretty well&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m : humble&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nl : tell me name of 5 rivers of india&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m : told&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nl : 5 mountain peaks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m: k2, nanga parbat, kanchenjunga...ehhhh...dats it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nl : hmmm...ok tell me wat is ur opinon of urself....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m : ( i m the best...no1 can beat me..u want me in the ring...?? )..ehh every1 holds a gud opinion abt himself or herself...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nl : wat wud ur parents tell me abt u..?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m : gyan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nl : ur academics isnt gud..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m : ...87.6 in 10th and 79 in 12 th isnt gud....??...ohhk i ll say it was fair...fair enuf...??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nl: hmmm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p: grad score is low...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m : smiling....well wen i c d result on internet...200 ppl above me in d list and 200 ppl below me....just fail...considering dat...55 and 51 is ahem ahem....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p : hmmmm( now they started to fire questions )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nl : railway minister?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m : laloo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nl : speaker...?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m : some chatterjee....remember his face but cant recall his name&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nl : tell me smthin abt today's budget&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m: i left home at 11.30...dont knw anything...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p : railways budget...?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m : yep...blah blah...common mans budget...green toilet..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p : ( interrupted )..wat is a green toilet...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m : green toilet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p : ( interrupted again...pitega ye mujhse..) do they add carbonates to the toilet...laughing...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m : smiling...good 1 sir..but no....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p : u mean neat n clean...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m : precisely&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p : undergrad subj..?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m : told&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p : read fore brochure&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m : no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p : know subjects for mba?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m : read 1 day..but forgot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p : u knw d subj u ve studied so far and d subj u r goin to study in mba r goin to b diff...wud u b able to manage...??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m : u selct 80% engg and wat they study for 4 yrs...is absltly dif frm mba curriculum...do u ask them the same question...??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p : dumbstruck...but wudnt it b difficult..?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m : i m determined enuf to do it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p : its tuf&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m : nothing is easy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p : hmmm..wat did the ppl hu came after the intvw tell u abt the panel and stuff...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m : ( abe yaar..ab tareef karun ya sach bata dun.?? )...they said dat u r nt grilling ppl on academics...chilled out...giving enuf time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p : nothing negative...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m : depends on ur attitude...i dnt c negative in anything..( zyada ho gaya)..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p : hmmmnow &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;c : comes in....whch is d best b skul in d wrld acc to u?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m : ( ab agar harvard stanford bola...to poochenge kyun...fir uspe 10 sawaal...)...well....considering wat i want to join or general..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;c : general...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m : ehh...its pretty tuf&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nl : y dont u come on d point...y do u have to beat arnd d bush all d time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m : ok...i ll come to the point...i think i m no1 to rate b schools...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p : but u must ve read surveys...based on diff assumptions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m : hw do i trust smthin based on assumptions...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;c : whch is d best b school in india...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m : isb &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nl : aha...now u can rate them&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m : ( bhai saab kya mara hai...muh ke bal gira...but came back swiftly..)...mam it is in india...haerd abt it frm reliable sources and not surveys..whch assume things&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;c : 2nd best acc to u&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m : close call bw iim-a and iim-b&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;c: ok dats it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;m : shall i go...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;c :yes...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-1299014055346197697?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1299014055346197697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=1299014055346197697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/1299014055346197697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/1299014055346197697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2008/04/interviews-fore.html' title='Interviews Fore'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-543763877348051756</id><published>2008-01-29T13:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-29T13:31:42.387+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mumbai</title><content type='html'>You know you are from Mumbai (Bombay) when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You say "town " and expect everyone to know that*this means south of Churchgate.&lt;br /&gt;2 You speak in a dialect of Hindi called 'Bambaiya Hindi', which only Bombayites can understand.&lt;br /&gt;3. Your door has more than three locks.&lt;br /&gt;4. Rs 500 worth of groceries fit in one paper bag.&lt;br /&gt;5. Train timings (9.27, 10.49 etc) are really important events of life.&lt;br /&gt;6. You spend more time each month traveling than you spend at home.&lt;br /&gt;7. You call an 8' x 10' clustered room a Hall.&lt;br /&gt;8. You're paying Rs 10,000 for a 1 room flat, the size of walk-in closet and you think it's a "steal."&lt;br /&gt;9. You have the following sets of friend: school friends, college friends, neighborhood friends, office friends and yes, train friends, a species unique only in Bombay.&lt;br /&gt;10. Cabbies and bus conductors think you are from Mars if you call the roads by their Indian name, they are more familiar with Warden Road, Peddar � Road, Altamount Road.&lt;br /&gt;11. Stock market quotes are the only other thing besides cricket which you follow passionately.&lt;br /&gt;12. The first thing that you read in the Times of India is the "Bombay Times" supplement.&lt;br /&gt;13. You take fashion seriously. You're suspicious of strangers who are actually nice to you.&lt;br /&gt;14. Hookers, beggars and the homeless are invisible.&lt;br /&gt;15. You compare Bombay to New York's Manhattan instead of any other cities of India.&lt;br /&gt;16. The most frequently used part of your car is the horn.&lt;br /&gt;17. You insist on calling CST as VT, and Sahar and Santacruz airports instead of Chatrapati Shivaji International Airport.&lt;br /&gt;18. You consider eye contact an act of overt aggression.&lt;br /&gt;19. Your idea of personal space is no one actually standing on your toes.&lt;br /&gt;20. Being truly alone makes you nervous.&lt;br /&gt;21. You love wading through knee deep mucky water in the monsoons, and actually call it ''romantic'.&lt;br /&gt;22. Only in Bombay , you would get Chinese Dosa and Jain Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;23. You always argue with Delhites than Mumbai is way better than Delhi&lt;br /&gt;24. You still refer to the city as Bombay not Mumbai. (credit Opher Moses 24,25,26)&lt;br /&gt;25. When you love bragging about the filmstars and cricketers you've seen&lt;br /&gt;26. When most of your freinds have underworld connections&lt;br /&gt;27. Every three months you look at your street and say "Why're the digging the road again?"(Credit Nandan Babla 27-32)&lt;br /&gt;28. "Change" is "Chillar", "Ditching" is a "Kalti" and "Trouble" is "Jhol".&lt;br /&gt;29. "Gheun Tak" is your life ideology.&lt;br /&gt;30. You have been shoo'd away from Marine Drive at 3am by the cops because of an "Unlawful gathering of persons"&lt;br /&gt;31. You actually pay for your rickshaws by the meter.&lt;br /&gt;32. You actually think 30Rs for a Sada Dosa is pretty reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;33. when you spent 6 hours of your day in school and another 3 hours in tuitions. ( Dipen sheth 33-36)&lt;br /&gt;34. if you ever went to fashion street, got a pair of cheap jeans and had them tagged as a name brand.&lt;br /&gt;35. if you played cricket matches against another building for 5 rupee bets.&lt;br /&gt;36. if you lost tons of MRF rubber balls.&lt;br /&gt;37. when u call cops ;kaka' and they let u go if u show of ur marathi speaking skills ( priyanka shenoy)&lt;br /&gt;38. amitabh bachans house is a landmark&lt;br /&gt;39. You have been to matheran or mahabaleshwar during the summer vacations&lt;br /&gt;40. You see men (not gay apparently) holding hands and walking in the street. ( Prashant Parikh 40-49)&lt;br /&gt;41. The note to coin changing machine at Churchgate station is idolized.&lt;br /&gt;42. During cricket season all the roads are blocked because people in the streets are looking at television screens in display windows.&lt;br /&gt;43. Automatic vending machines have a sales person sitting next to it just to help you.&lt;br /&gt;44. There are more movie tickets being sold in black than at the ticket office.&lt;br /&gt;45. It takes longer to get off from your house to the station than from one end of Mumbai to another by train.&lt;br /&gt;46. Every cab and rickshaw driver makes small talk with you&lt;br /&gt;47. You see Herd of people walking at four in the morning to Siddhi Vinayak temple.&lt;br /&gt;48. ‘Bun Maska’ and ‘vada pav’ is the staple diet of most collegians.&lt;br /&gt;49. HORN OK PLEASE is written on every truck, tempo and heavy motor vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;50. You cant drive for more than 10 mins without abusing someone ( Rohini Tekchandaney)&lt;br /&gt;51. "townies" think they need a visa to go past worli to the suburbs&lt;br /&gt;52. When u use the word "yaar" in almost every sentence u speak. (valencia dmello)&lt;br /&gt;53. You call onion as "kandha" and potato as "batata" (Kavya)&lt;br /&gt;54. You think of a spicy tangy snack whenever you hear the work chat (Gila Ward)&lt;br /&gt;55.You are back to work next day after the city is bombed - Truly the spirit of Bombay(Romit)&lt;br /&gt;56. you call the cabbies n waiters BOSS (Aneesh Angadi)&lt;br /&gt;57. abuses like chu**** . madar****. Bhen***... are the words whic u have to use in each sentence yyou speak&lt;br /&gt;58. you prefer wada pav by jumbo king anyday on comparision wid Mc donalds burger&lt;br /&gt;59. Each monday you go for either bowling or pool.&lt;br /&gt;60. u enter mocha/ barista/ ccd lookin all posh but sit with one drink for 5 hrs till they politely ask u if u "need anythin else"(Sonali Kokra 60-62)&lt;br /&gt;61. yr pricipal form of entertainment are all the aunties who scream obsceities at each other at the drop of a hat and threaten to pull the others hair/ push out of the train at 11 in the nyt!&lt;br /&gt;62. yr idea of a full body massage is wat u get while trying to get off/ board a train at dadar!!!&lt;br /&gt;63. At 3am in morning you can still get wadapav or butter pav bhaji(Aditya bengali)&lt;br /&gt;64. When there's no place to breathe in the trains but there's place to play cards and sing bhajans!&lt;br /&gt;65. when the traffic almost makes good frnds wid the person in the car next to you.(Aneesh angadi)&lt;br /&gt;66. You know what the term "video coach" stands for in the local trains... (aditya bengali)&lt;br /&gt;67. You snigger every time somebody says "Im going to Grant road!"&lt;br /&gt;68. u call the policemen "MAMU" OR "PANDU" (ronak panani)&lt;br /&gt;69. random strangers butt in wen u r discussing cricket o politics or even chicks 2 give their personal (unwanted) opinion (Harsh)&lt;br /&gt;70. You say that Pani Puri is waayy better than Gol Gappa's even when they're the same thing(70-75 Dhavan Vora )&lt;br /&gt;71. There is always one 'pan-wala' on the corner of street&lt;br /&gt;72. You keep spare candles in the kitchen just in case there's a power surge.&lt;br /&gt;73. To you, your watchman doesn't have a name - you just call him 'watchman'.&lt;br /&gt;74. You aren't surprised when somebody throws a water balloon at you while you're walking on the streets during March.&lt;br /&gt;75. You know of certain theaters where you can go for A-rated movies with your friends, even when you're under 18.&lt;br /&gt;76. whn u r standing at a bus stop near juhu beach and sum random guy comes up to u and says " boss" short term, long term chahiye kya (saatvik)&lt;br /&gt;77. When every rickshaw looks like a personal disco, with neon lights, loud music and pictures of film stars.(amrryn)&lt;br /&gt;78. seeing "Mein Kampf" being sold openly on the streets in abundance seems like a perfectly normal thing to you.(Patrick Weyers)&lt;br /&gt;79. you have to pay international roaming fees when you use your cell phone outside of Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;80. you can only smile forgivingly about the size of any other city in the world.&lt;br /&gt;81. you consider the local train "empty" when you find a spot for your two feet to stand on.&lt;br /&gt;82. when someone asks u "east" or "west" side of a particular station?&lt;br /&gt;83. when there is a saffron rally every 3 months , n u just wonder , whats it all about , u jus went to vote , 3 months ago , n they r holding elections all again?&lt;br /&gt;84. when "chalta hai" is the most commonly used word&lt;br /&gt;85. when u see hijraas/eunuchs at street asking for u to lend them some money , with a very very catchy one liner : eeeee deeeeeeeee naaaaaa usually on fridays.sometimes men even get grooped when they dont pay 'em&lt;br /&gt;86. when u can find hukkas for use at a coffee shop the equivalent of starbucks (Vishal prabhu)&lt;br /&gt;87. when u never cross the road at a zebra crossing&lt;br /&gt;88. when u can always find a car that has a dent or scratch on it&lt;br /&gt;89. When u find cars on the Road even at 4 in the morning(Trish bose)&lt;br /&gt;90. You never learnt how to stand in a queue&lt;br /&gt;91. You have mastered the art of bargaining in shopping.&lt;br /&gt;92. Every time you speak Hndi in front of a Delhitite they have the WTF expression on their face.&lt;br /&gt;93. You have hung on to dear life at the local door.&lt;br /&gt;94. You still refer to a car / vehicle full of girls as "Maal Gaadi" - left over from the "Ladies Special" days...&lt;br /&gt;95. You take the "Weight and Your Future for Rs.1 only" machines at the stations seriously. ... At least the Future bit, it always exaggerates about the weight.&lt;br /&gt;96. When while giving directions you say "Right/ Left MARO aur wahan pe ek bridge GIREGA"&lt;br /&gt;97. when you actually see random people coming to help you when u have a problem&lt;br /&gt;98. .when u can take a piss at the local shouchalaya for 50paise and a dump for 1 re&lt;br /&gt;99. When you think everyone who lives to the south of you is a snob and to the north of you sucks&lt;br /&gt;100. you behave like a foreigner in any other part of the country (hurray !!! 100)&lt;br /&gt;101. u see couples cosying up in rickshaws in almost every small lane&lt;br /&gt;102. u want to get into the train already that is already in motion &amp;amp; u have 5 hands taking u in..&lt;br /&gt;103. When you instinctively say "pudhey challa" instead of saying agey badho or move ahead.&lt;br /&gt;104. You meet Delhiites in a foreign country and feel no sense of kinship with them!&lt;br /&gt;105. Chal, paka mat!" is an overused part of your vocabulary&lt;br /&gt;106. here "maall" is a gurl n na goods&lt;br /&gt;107. Crorepati, Lakhpati, Hazarpati, Chillarpati all travel in local Trains daily.&lt;br /&gt;108. You log on to social networking sites and search for Bombay-related groups!!!(manas)&lt;br /&gt;109. u treat mumbai as a country itself (Danny)&lt;br /&gt;110. You drink 2 sips of tea called 'cutting' more than thrice a day (Bhakti)&lt;br /&gt;111. You call a corner 'khopcha' and a cigarette 'sutta'&lt;br /&gt;112. u think tht delhi copied INDIA GATE frm mumbai's GATEWAY OF INDIA...(Akshay)&lt;br /&gt;113. masseuses on juhu beach come out only after midnight n cops get free massages frm them&lt;br /&gt;114. when you see the dabbawallas on the station and fishwali kolis in train (amrita)&lt;br /&gt;115. when u c movie names like "shootout at Lokhandwala" &amp;amp; 'Ek chalis ki last local" &amp;amp; don't have to ask wot the name means(gauri)&lt;br /&gt;116. when you call the BEST bus, BST, even though BEST is painted on every single public transport bus operational in Bombay (prajay)&lt;br /&gt;117. when we compare our mumbai-pune expressway to the autobahn and our cab drivers to the indian schumacher.&lt;br /&gt;118. you know 'bhai' means a guy who has no brotherly feelings. (partho)&lt;br /&gt;119. you know that 'khamba' does not only mean pillar&lt;br /&gt;120. when you call a watermelon "Kalingar" instead of "Terbus"&lt;br /&gt;121. Making a loud kissing noise is how you tease girls in Delhi, but making that same noise is how you hail an autorickshaw in Bombay (Shivani T)&lt;br /&gt;122. The rest of India calls it namkeen----you know it as farsan (Shivani T)&lt;br /&gt;123. You don't differentiate between U.P. and Bihar. All you know is that's where the 'bhaiyas' come from (Shivani T)&lt;br /&gt;124. if someone calls u "aap"-- u start laughing on their faces...(gunjan)&lt;br /&gt;125. You get felt up every time you get into the general compartment instead of the ladies'.&lt;br /&gt;126. You get photographed at three parties and you're suddenly a page 3 regular!&lt;br /&gt;127. When your lunch is delivered hot in a tiffin at exactly 1pm from home every working day.&lt;br /&gt;128. when u have an account with tha paan wala for cigarettes on credit your outside home &amp;amp; work&lt;br /&gt;129. when u r stuck in traffic even at 1:30 a.m&lt;br /&gt;130. You see two office-goers play a game of cards in your evening local train.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-543763877348051756?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/543763877348051756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=543763877348051756&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/543763877348051756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/543763877348051756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2008/01/mumbai.html' title='Mumbai'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-1326680463126262505</id><published>2007-12-20T12:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-20T12:58:16.107+05:30</updated><title type='text'>DONKEYYY</title><content type='html'>Human = eat + sleep + work + enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donkey = eat + sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore ,Human = Donkey + work + enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, Human - enjoy = Donkey + work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words,&lt;br /&gt;Human that don't know enjoy = Donkey that work ******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men = eat + sleep + earn money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donkeys = eat + sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore,&lt;br /&gt;Men = Donkeys + earn money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Men - earn money = Donkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In other words,&lt;br /&gt;Men that don't earn money = Donkeys&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women = eat + sleep + spend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donkeys = eat + sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, Women = Donkeys + spend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, Women - spend = Donkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words,&lt;br /&gt;Women that don't spend = Donkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Conclude:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men earn money not to let women become Donkeys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women spend not to let men become Donkeys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man + Woman = 2 Donkeys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Donkeys lived happily ever after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a romance!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-1326680463126262505?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1326680463126262505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=1326680463126262505&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/1326680463126262505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/1326680463126262505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2007/12/donkeyyy.html' title='DONKEYYY'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-7358804865347357807</id><published>2007-09-20T16:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-20T17:04:41.793+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ok, Ready For Marriage</title><content type='html'>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~- Hello To Viewers My Name is Shekhar , I am single idon't have female, If anyone want to Marie to me u canvisit to my home. I am not a good education but iworking all field in bangalroe.. if u like me uwelcome to my heart...when ever u want to meet plsvisit my resident or send u letter.. Thanks yoursRegards Shekhar ~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~i want very simple girl. from brahmin educated familyfrom orissa state she is also know about RAMAYAN,GEETA BHAGABATA, and other homework&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Wants a woman who knows me better and can adjust withme forever. she may never create any difficulties inmy life or her life by which the entire life can runsmoothly. thank you(The principle of running life smoothly was never soeasy!)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;she should be good looking and should have a service.she Should have one brother and one sister. she shouldbe educated.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I am a happy-go-lucky kind of person. Enjoys everymoments of life. I love to make friendship. Becausefriendship is a first step of love. I am looking formy dreamgirl who will love me more than i. Because ilove myself a lot. If u think that is u then why tolate come on ........hold my hand forever&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;i am simple boy.I have lot of problem in my lifebecause of my luck now i am looking one gal she careme and love me lot lot lot&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~My wife should be as 'Shivani' as in Kahani Ghar GharKi and as Tanwerr as in KSBKBT......&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~i want a girl with no drinks if she wants she can wearjeans in house but while stepping out of house sheshould give respect to our cast&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~HYE I AM A GOOD LOKING BOY,WHO HAS THE CAPABILITY TOMAKE ANY BODY TO LOUGH.I BELIEVE IN GOD AND ACCORDINGTO ME FRIENDS ARE THE REAL MESSENGER OF GOD. THE 3THINGS I AM LOOKING FROM A GIRL ,THEY ARE 1.THEYMUST BELIEVE IN GOD.2. THEY HAVE TO LIKE MY PROFFESIONAND THEY SHOULD NOT GET BORED WITH ME WHEN I WILL TRYTO MAKE THEM LOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~whatever she may be but she should feel that she isgoing to be someone bride and she must think of thefuture life if she is too like this she would becalled the woman of the lamp&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~i love my patner i marriage the patner ok i search mypatner and i love thepatner ok thik hai the patner hasa graduate ok(I am again clueless but I liked the use of "ok".&lt;br /&gt; Theperson is suffering from "Ok-syndrome")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~HI IAM VERY COOL NUATHER OK MY HOBBY IS SEE T.V ANDNEWS OK I HAVE 1 CAR AND 1 BONWL OK MY MOTHER ALSOGOOD OK MY FARUET WORLD IS OK&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I am pran my family history my two brother two sisterand Father&amp;amp; mother sister complity marred&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~iam very simpel and hanest. i have three sister onebrother and parent. i am doing postal sarvice andtailor master my original resdence at kalahandi distenaw iam staing at rayagada dist.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~my name is muhamad and i am unmarried. pleaes youmarrige me pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaes pleaespleaes&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Iwant one girl who love me or my mother. she love meheartly or she havea frank she's skin Colour'normal'not a black or not a whitey.IThink the main think is heart if your heart isbeautiful then you are beautiful.but iam not a handsome guy or not a good looking. butmy Mom say that Iam a good guy. My father alreadyexpired . THE CHOICE IS YOUR. bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~iam kanan. i do owo businas.one sistar.he was marred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I AM LITTLE FAIR INDIAN COLOUR. I DON'T HAVE ANYHABIT.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~hello i am a good charactarised man. i want to run mylife happily.i divorced my first wife.her charactor isnot good'. i expect the good minded and clean habitsgirl who may be in the same caste or other casteaccepted ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~my colour is black,but my heart is white.i like socialservice(Zebra..???)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~i'm looking out for who lives in bombay , girl simplewho trust me lot should be roman catholic, LOVE MEONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~to be married on AUG-2006. working woman perferable(this guy has fixed the marriage date too! But he isyet to find a bride. I wish him best of luck on behalfof all of us. I am sure he will get one soon.)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~i would like a beautyfull girl. and i do not want herany treasure. because girl is the maharani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ssc failed three times and worked with privated ltdcompany which not paying salary at present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-7358804865347357807?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7358804865347357807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=7358804865347357807&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/6409232539380125325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-6279948805500615693</id><published>2007-08-22T21:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-22T21:01:28.830+05:30</updated><title type='text'>If ur Punjabi</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aaI3-z_h-2M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aaI3-z_h-2M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-6279948805500615693?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6279948805500615693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=6279948805500615693&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/6279948805500615693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/6279948805500615693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-ur-punjabi.html' title='If ur Punjabi'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-4708116532028719737</id><published>2007-07-06T10:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-06T10:10:19.036+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every morning in Africa, a gazelle awakens. He has only one thought on his mind: To be able to run faster than the fastest lion. If he cannot, then he will be eaten.&lt;br /&gt;Every morning in Africa a lion awakens. He has only one thought on his mind: To be able to run faster than the slowest gazelle. If he cannot, he will die of hunger.&lt;br /&gt;Whether you choose to be a gazelle or a lion is of no consequence. It is enough to know that with the rising of the sun, you must run. And you must run faster than you did yesterday or you will die. This is the race of life."&lt;br /&gt;- African Proverb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-4708116532028719737?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4708116532028719737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=4708116532028719737&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/4708116532028719737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/4708116532028719737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2007/07/every-morning-in-africa-gazelle-awakens.html' title=''/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-3952178951397250573</id><published>2007-07-03T10:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-03T10:54:33.978+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE PERFUME</title><content type='html'>As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of      school she told the  children an untruth. Like most teachers, she      looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same.      However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped      in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had      watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did not play well      with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he      constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant. It      got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in      marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then      putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.      At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review      each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last.      However, when she reviewed his file,! she was in for a surprise.      Teddy's first grade teacher wrote,"Teddy is a bright child with a      ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a      joy to be around."      His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well      liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a      terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."      His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on      him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much      interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't      taken." Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and      doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends      and he sometimes sleeps in class."      By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed o      herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas      presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for      Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper      that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it      in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to      laugh when she found arhinestone bracelet with some of the stones      missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume.      But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty      the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on      her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long      enough to say,"Mrs.Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used      to."      After the children left, she cried for at least an hour. On that very      day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic.Instead, she      began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to      Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The      more ! she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the      year Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and,      despite her lie that she would love all the children the same,  Teddy      became one of her teacher's pets."      A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling      her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole      life.      Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then      wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she      was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.      Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while      things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with      it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors.      He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite      teacher he had ever had in his whole life.      Then four more years passed and yet an! other letter came. This time      he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to      go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best      and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a      little longer.... The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard MD.      The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter      that spring. Teddy said he had met this girl and was going to be      married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago      and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit at the      wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the      groom.      Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet,      the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she      was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on      their last Christmas together.      They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's      ear, "Thank you Mrs.Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much      for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a      difference."      Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said,      "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I      could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-3952178951397250573?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3952178951397250573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=3952178951397250573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/3952178951397250573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/3952178951397250573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2007/07/perfume.html' title='THE PERFUME'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-8125207212970603939</id><published>2007-06-19T13:07:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-19T13:12:09.989+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is simple matter, one has to realise that he is an individual and has tremendous amount of stamina within himself. he only has to look down ( his shirt pocket where his heart his !!) and take out and show to the world and prove to himself his self worth :):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-8125207212970603939?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8125207212970603939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=8125207212970603939&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/8125207212970603939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/8125207212970603939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-is-simple-matter-one-has-to-realise_4067.html' title=''/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-913525149153488720</id><published>2007-06-16T11:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-16T11:55:25.790+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love//Marriage</title><content type='html'>A student asks a teacher: What is love?  The teacher said: in order to answer your question, go to the paddy field  and choose the biggest paddy and come back.&lt;br /&gt;  But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to   pick.&lt;br /&gt;              The student went to the field, go thru first row,he  saw one big paddy,but he wonders....may be there is a bigger one later.Then  he saw  another bigger one... but may be there is an even bigger one waiting for   him  Later, when he finished more than half of the paddy field, he start to  realize that the paddy is not as big as the previous one he saw, he  know he has missed the biggest one, and he regretted. So, he ended up went   back to the teacher with empty hand.&lt;br /&gt;  The teacher told him, this is love... you keep looking for a better  one,but when later you realize, you have already miss the person.&lt;br /&gt;  The student asked: What is marriage then?   The teacher said: In order to answer your question, go to the corn  fieldand choose the biggest corn and come back.  But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to  pick.&lt;br /&gt;  The student went to the corn field, this time he is careful not to repeat  the previous mistake, when he reach the middle of the field, he has picked  one medium corn that he feel satisfied, and came back to the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;  The teacher told him, this time you bring back a corn.... you look for one  that is just nice, and you have faith and believe this is the best one you  get.... this is marriage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-913525149153488720?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/913525149153488720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=913525149153488720&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/913525149153488720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/913525149153488720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2007/06/lovemarriage.html' title='Love//Marriage'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-5116538662458482516</id><published>2007-06-15T17:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-15T17:31:37.296+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Will you Marry Me?</title><content type='html'>There were these two elderly people living in a Florida old age home.&lt;br /&gt;He was a widower and she a widow. They had known one another for&lt;br /&gt;a number of years.&lt;br /&gt;Now, one evening, there was a community supper in the big activity center.&lt;br /&gt;These two were at the same table, across from one another. As the meal&lt;br /&gt;went on, he made a few admiring glances at her and finally gathered up his&lt;br /&gt;courage to ask her, "Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;After some 'careful consideration,' she answered, "Yes, I will."&lt;br /&gt;The meal ended and with a few more pleasant exchanges, they went to their&lt;br /&gt;respective rooms. Next morning, he was troubled. "Did she say 'yes' or did&lt;br /&gt;she say 'no'?" He couldn't remember. Try as he would, he just could not&lt;br /&gt;recall. Not even a faint memory. When he tried to see her, he found that&lt;br /&gt;she&lt;br /&gt;had gone to visit her daughter. With trepidation, he went to the telephone&lt;br /&gt;and called her. First, he explained to her that his memory was not as good&lt;br /&gt;as it used to be. Then he reviewed the lovely evening past. As he gained a&lt;br /&gt;little more courage, he then inquired of her, "When I asked if you would&lt;br /&gt;marry me, did you say 'Yes' or did you say 'No'?"&lt;br /&gt;He was delighted to hear her say, "Why, I said, 'Yes, I will' and I meant&lt;br /&gt;it with all my heart." Then she continued, "And I am so glad that you&lt;br /&gt;called, because I couldn't remember who had asked me." !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-5116538662458482516?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5116538662458482516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=5116538662458482516&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/5116538662458482516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/5116538662458482516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2007/06/will-you-marry-me.html' 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type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2007/05/clipped-from-www.html' title=' '/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-7319931428930015350</id><published>2007-05-08T23:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-09T00:00:24.053+05:30</updated><title type='text'>first ever</title><content type='html'>kuch aisa toh nahin hua&lt;br /&gt;unke bagairr zindagii tham toh nahin gayii&lt;br /&gt;aansuu chhalkaye&lt;br /&gt;pal do pal, woh bhi thamm jaayenge&lt;br /&gt;reh jaayengii kuch yaadein&lt;br /&gt;unhe panaah toh de hi denge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saath basenge kuch sawaal,&lt;br /&gt;anokhe, anjaane, kuch jayaaz&lt;br /&gt;unhe chakhenge,&lt;br /&gt;aankhon mein, baaton mein&lt;br /&gt;mehkti, behekti saason mein&lt;br /&gt;raaton ke andhere mein&lt;br /&gt;aansun se baat karayenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ek naam, kuch tasweerein&lt;br /&gt;raaton ki neendein&lt;br /&gt;hosh, dhadkane, thodi bechaini&lt;br /&gt;baatein ankahi&lt;br /&gt;baatein chhu gayin&lt;br /&gt;chhup chhupke mujhse&lt;br /&gt;behke lamhe dohrata hai&lt;br /&gt;mann mera,&lt;br /&gt;ab kuch chanchal sa rehta hai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-7319931428930015350?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7319931428930015350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=7319931428930015350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS, Verdana, helvetica, sans-serif'; font-size: 8pt;"&gt;   &lt;b&gt;Artist&lt;/b&gt;: Jagjit Singh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Album&lt;/b&gt;: Marasim - Memories woven in Melody&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS, Verdana, helvetica, sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ek puraana mousam louta (2) yaad bhari purvayi &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;bhi (ek)&lt;br /&gt;Aisa tho kam hi hotha hay wo bhi ho &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;tanhayi dhi&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yabdhom ki boucharom se jab palkem &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;bhigne lagthi hay (2)&lt;br /&gt;Kithni soundhi laghthi hay &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;thab (2) maazi ki ruzvayi bhi (ek)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dho dho &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;shaklem dhikhthi hay is bahke se aaeene mein &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(2)&lt;br /&gt;Mere sath chala aaya hay(2) aapka ik soudhayi &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;bhi&lt;br /&gt;Aisa tho kam hi hotha hay wo bhi ho thanhayi &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;dhi&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Khamoshi ka hasil bhi ik lambi si khamoshi &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;hay (2)&lt;br /&gt;Unki bath suni bhi hum ne(2) apni bath &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;sunayi bhi&lt;br /&gt;Aisa tho kam hi hotha hay wo bhi ho &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;thanhayi dhi (ek)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-9055109953161458781?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/9055109953161458781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=9055109953161458781&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/9055109953161458781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/9055109953161458781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post_28.html' title='एक पुराना मौसम लौटा'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-8554462153510686588</id><published>2007-04-20T09:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-20T09:25:37.628+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Hitchcock said she worries about “the idea that you can turn your body on and off like a tap.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/04/20/health/20period.html?ex=1334721600&amp;en=8c052640d3073d2e&amp;amp;ei=5124&amp;partner=permalink&amp;amp;exprod=permalink"&gt;Health&lt;br /&gt;Pill That Eliminates the Period Gets Mixed Reviews&lt;br /&gt;By STEPHANIE SAUL&lt;br /&gt;Published: April 20, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Rather than loathing their periods, women evidently carry on complex love-hate relationships with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-8554462153510686588?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nytimes.com/2007/04/20/health/20period.html?ex=1334721600&amp;en=8c052640d3073d2e&amp;ei=5124&amp;partner=permalink&amp;exprod=permalink' title='Ms. Hitchcock said she worries about “the idea that you can turn your body on and off like a tap.”'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-4297250018990466335</id><published>2007-04-17T17:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-17T18:29:18.392+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>dunno y i write this</title><content type='html'>its been almost 3 mnths since i blogged. thats wat the archives in my blog say, last post 19th jan, 2007. actually its been almost that long since i wrote something.&lt;br /&gt;somewhere along the way, i think i lost the "rich" in me and became simply an internee... a loyal, obedient, faithful arvind servant. im not complaining, mayb just cribbing a lil bit. the stuff i ve learnt staying in bglore and at arvind, has made me stronger, and wiser in several aspects, though at the same time leaving me more vulnerable than i ever was, to break promises.&lt;br /&gt;i ve lived, i ve partied, sloshed and smoked. discovered late nights and sleep overs. had 10 mnths of an exotic combination - new city, and newly found freedom.discovered corporate in a way no book ever taught me, no professor ever told me. felt used, abused, confused and manipulated. i ve learnt. felt loved, special, listened to, all in moments of telephonic intimacy. i ve been shown the mirror, discovered my beauty and charm, and the persistent nature that contradicts it all. i ve lived in a hostel, where nothing is personal, not your body, clothes or soul. shared a room with 3 others, cried and then dried tears all in the same night. music, wandering grapes and chips, biscuits and mithai. seen it travel around rooms in different measures.&lt;br /&gt;walked in back lanes with hidden cigarette stubs, sneaking breezer and vodka up a single flight of stairs. regular meanderings to pani puri and juices.. ah! fruit bowl too. sat morning visits to shanti sagars and lil steel glasses of coffee, all in an attempt to escape the sidey breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;arguments and discussions with the land lady for peace restored...&lt;br /&gt;eve-teasing in heavy doses, physical, emotional.. left a mark.&lt;br /&gt;sunday morning dosas.. and closed eye gulping of nightly food(or in an attempt at betterment, sum added pickles!)&lt;br /&gt;gossips in office, loves and life. food habits, food piggin ;) muzic, sarcasm work and defeats. all in good measure(or mayb slightly off balanced!) factory visits in that "delightful" van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finding people similar and yet so different. growing close, growing apart.&lt;br /&gt;what all can i re create, in words as i re call.&lt;br /&gt;words just spilt. non stop.&lt;br /&gt;10 mnths of bglore, come to an end. in a slightly bitter sweet way. leaving me with memories so many, so varied so...unspoken. wat words describe experiences, can anyone specify?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new life, new city, its time to move on... my contribution to this city ends as all it cud give me too subsides. a period of lethargy now, to work on myself and set my heart, my mind, my entire outlook in working order. work on myself, to re discover, to explore me... in music, books, food and loved ones. to work on all the raw wounds bglore has left me with, to strengthen some part of me, to breakdown and wipe away some other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayb its all a play, to get u thru  a certain phase in life...never agn will i meet them, never agn will thy knw me. but thru these 10 mnths thy were all a unforgettable part, contributing to every lil experience that shaped me till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont knw why i posted this on untruelife, wen i cud and shud hav put this up in solitary reaper. i dunno. but i did. no, n im not crying, im smiling coz it happened. 10mnths of my life that were mine, in every which way. and as i leav i must add, bangalore is alright, its not such a bad city after all...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div 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ringing"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"HA HA HA"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for likes who are wondering what the italics mena.. you gotta watch IT !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-7891071741853873595?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7891071741853873595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=7891071741853873595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/7891071741853873595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYc9Ds6qMzg/Rhk5CgTme7I/AAAAAAAAAR4/jEICSq_XPts/s400/high_fidelity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-5203848318296980406?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5203848318296980406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-8015605918988203587</id><published>2007-04-06T22:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-06T22:56:38.918+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Inter- Alia</title><content type='html'>for those who are wondering what the heading emeans..&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;from.. dict....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among other things&lt;br /&gt;"the committee recommended, inter alia, that he be promoted"&lt;br /&gt;Well these movies were pat of the weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYc9Ds6qMzg/RhaCzQTme5I/AAAAAAAAARo/B1XDF7AW9bY/s1600-h/FUNNY+MONEY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYc9Ds6qMzg/RhaCzQTme5I/AAAAAAAAARo/B1XDF7AW9bY/s400/FUNNY+MONEY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Money(2006).. {Oh google it folks, ou wanta link here too eh?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYc9Ds6qMzg/RhaCzgTme6I/AAAAAAAAARw/5MsVdWjLGHU/s1600-h/_11574815118680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYc9Ds6qMzg/RhaCzgTme6I/AAAAAAAAARw/5MsVdWjLGHU/s400/_11574815118680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Gee !! this was a intersting one, though a little slow, but interesting Plot!!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-8015605918988203587?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;But come to think of Faith!!&lt;br /&gt;Its just Faith right!!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-8832201812778656879?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8832201812778656879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=8832201812778656879&amp;isPopup=true' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-3584750999011403134</id><published>2007-03-11T20:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-13T15:58:26.077+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When a man stops loving</title><content type='html'>Stolen From Sunday Times of India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unable to bear the demands of the modern woman, an increasing number of Indian men are making the dramatic decision of banning romance from their lives. They are instead paying for love in erotic lands. Agniva Banerjee on a disturbing trend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empowered women and men who pretend to be fair have erected a global concentration camp of political correctness that has left the average male depersonalised, bitter and even deformed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around honestly.&lt;br /&gt;The 21st century man is right there laughing like a jackass at the Hugh Grant matinée. He shares the kitchen sink chores at home and changes nappies. He has been domesticated after being lured into marriage by something called love. It is in reaction to this decimation of the natural male, this creation of a comical character called a good modern husband, that an increasing number of boys and men are rejecting romance all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more wooing the average girl in the office, succumbing to her good words, then putting up with her inevitable tantrums. Not when they have discovered ways of satiating their carnal needs — exotic sex lands and high-end prostitutes. One may think it is all too simplistic. But that’s what the male brain ranging from Albert Einstein’s to Salman Khan’s has always craved for — simplicity of theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shashwat Srivastava, a 27-year-old advertising professional from Delhi, is one such male who believes in hard work, hard cash, and holidays in Thailand, Amsterdam and Rio. He says with the excitement of a new convert, “Earlier, I would meet a pretty girl in the office and try to strike up a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;It would take considerable effort to cut through her airs and graces and get talking. The topic of the conversation would be a pain to me, but I would pretend to enjoy every moment. After a few days she would be ready to go out for coffee. This would be followed by a mind-numbing movie. Then another round of coffee. A month would have passed by now. I would still be in hot pursuit. A few weekends later would come the big day for dinner. After the dinner I would, chivalrously, drop her home.&lt;br /&gt;And the next day, just when I would expect my big moment to come, I would find her chatting animatedly with the idiot from marketing. &lt;strong&gt;What a waste of effort&lt;/strong&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;But success in love brings a new set of obstacles. “Many a times you do succeed. And you also end up making love. But then, very quickly, you also fall out of love and start fancying other girls. And then it gets damn difficult to break free from the woman,” says Soumik Naskar, an 18-year-old undergraduate student of information technology at the Government Engineering College, Kalyani, West Bengal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s being unfair to the woman. You know you are in it for sex. So why keep up the pretence? Why not go straight for the nookie by paying for it?” Ramesh Kaul, a 45-year-old Delhi-based marketing consultant, says about the sudden spurt in men being Bohemian instead of proper, “It’s a healthy thing. For as little as 50,000 bucks, you can have a fun weekend in Southeast Asia.&lt;br /&gt;Many of my close friends are doing that.” The new experiment of Indian men with breaking away from social norms and finding love in the commercial place is at a higher state of evolution in the First World. According to a report which appeared in the British Medical Journal in 2005, the percentage of British men who paid for sex had increased from 5.6 in 1990 to 9 in 2000. But the element of surprise lay in the details. It was not just the fat slob, the sex worker’s client stereotype, who was visiting brothels.&lt;br /&gt;The study found an increasing number of successful, attractive men in their mid-twenties to mid-thirties opting to pay for intimacy. Clare Spurrell, a reporter for The Times of London, interviewed some of these men wondering why “the sort of young man of whom most mothers would approve”, paid for sex. “It is difficult for a woman to understand what it is that a prostitute can offer these perfectly attractive men that a free sexual encounter cannot,” Spurrell wrote.&lt;br /&gt;The answer Spurrell got was obvious — “lack of any emotional obligation”. “It’s happening in the vicinity,” says 41-year-old Vijay Swami, a senior vice-president of a communications agency in Mumbai. “Conversations with friends and acquaintances reveal that quite a few of them are paying for sex.” Ramesh Kaul says that a trend may have started in which men are no longer interested in the women around them. “Flirting used to be and still is the norm when it comes to interaction between men and women at the workplace. But in my previous organisation there was this guy who just did not interact with the women apart from in a strictly professional capacity. I found his behaviour a bit odd.&lt;br /&gt;It emerged gradually that he believed in hard work and earning good money; he did not believe in asking women out, in forging relationships or in love. He preferred chasing exotica. He would go on planned sex tours abroad.” The number of such men, though small today in India, is on the rise according to the observations of regular men. Radical feminists call the phenomenon a systemic “objectification” of women. But is this objectification really so repulsive to women?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that love was always some sort of a material transaction between a man and a woman? Shekhar Verma, a student of advertising and public relations at the Indian Institute of Mass Communication, New Delhi, says, “In my institute, the boys are out to get the prettiest girls, while the girls are out to get the guys with the best bikes, best mobiles and rich dads. And there’s no such thing as love. So if some men have stopped being hypocritical, what’s wrong with it?” The tragedy is, says Srivastava, “that though men appreciate the needs of women, women don’t of men.&lt;br /&gt;They expect us to listen to and understand everything they say, but don’t realise they are driving us crazy. Women simply rob you of your happiness. So why shouldn’t men make the dealing straight?” The view of Srivastava, as offensive as it might be to women, is a very common view that most men keep hearing all the time from their friends. Even among men who like relationships with regular women, there is now a rise in the lure of brothels. That is tied to another fundamental male need — variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One must understand that being respectable was not, at any point in human history, a fervent male wish. Now men are encashing in on the liberal times. Marita McCabe, one of the psychologists who conducted a study in Australia in 2000, concluded that men visit sex workers, “not only for sexual activities that their partners do not provide, but also to fulfil certain psychological needs, such as the need for intimacy and excitement.” Even as an increasing number of men are dismissing monogamy as an unnatural societal condition, what is interesting is that they are conducting this rejection not with any nebulous guilt, but with the conviction of a virtuous ascetic.&lt;br /&gt;As Kaul says, “When my son grows up, I will expect him to have fun too.” - TNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No names have been changed)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-3584750999011403134?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3584750999011403134/comments/default' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-3777420917347654395</id><published>2007-03-09T23:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-09T23:01:52.540+05:30</updated><title type='text'>(Strike One Friday Night)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYc9Ds6qMzg/RfGZ8sxKzDI/AAAAAAAAANk/MpCbftVSe0A/s1600-h/smokin_aces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYc9Ds6qMzg/RfGZ8sxKzDI/AAAAAAAAANk/MpCbftVSe0A/s400/smokin_aces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039978726092885042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KLasS Movie!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-3777420917347654395?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYc9Ds6qMzg/RfGZ8sxKzDI/AAAAAAAAANk/MpCbftVSe0A/s72-c/smokin_aces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-4026829648238015928</id><published>2007-03-04T23:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:52:17.778+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The movie week end!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYc9Ds6qMzg/ResOV8Clt-I/AAAAAAAAANM/stuTiwq00nE/s1600-h/little-miss-sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYc9Ds6qMzg/ResOV8Clt-I/AAAAAAAAANM/stuTiwq00nE/s400/little-miss-sunshine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYc9Ds6qMzg/ResOWcClt_I/AAAAAAAAANU/N3SsRV1TCQI/s1600-h/ghost_rider_ver4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-7549623713194200298</id><published>2007-02-28T23:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:48:40.411+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Re-Boot!!</title><content type='html'>I am sure all of us have rebooted our coomputers!!&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;Well when it hangs(on us)&lt;br /&gt;what do we do when one of the applications running in our head..&lt;br /&gt;hangs...&lt;br /&gt;ususaly Glum /sadness tends to hang and clog our processor!!&lt;br /&gt;(theer are others too though),,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do we reboot our-selves???&lt;br /&gt;( ...thinking......)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-7549623713194200298?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7549623713194200298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=7549623713194200298&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/7549623713194200298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/7549623713194200298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2007/02/re-boot.html' title='Re-Boot!!'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-4661122167616536703</id><published>2007-02-27T21:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-27T22:05:30.609+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Oh No!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYc9Ds6qMzg/ReRdr114u8I/AAAAAAAAAL4/i-Q5fZuPy5E/s1600-h/idiocracy1_small.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYc9Ds6qMzg/ReRdr114u8I/AAAAAAAAAL4/i-Q5fZuPy5E/s320/idiocracy1_small.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036253291075910594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you make such a movie...&lt;br /&gt;God!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and wh did i watch it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-4661122167616536703?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://imdb.com/title/tt0387808/' title='Oh No!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4661122167616536703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=4661122167616536703&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/4661122167616536703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/4661122167616536703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-no.html' title='Oh No!!'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYc9Ds6qMzg/ReRdr114u8I/AAAAAAAAAL4/i-Q5fZuPy5E/s72-c/idiocracy1_small.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-3825705800899472871</id><published>2007-02-26T23:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-27T21:54:38.225+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You have Been Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i-dea.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-are-tagged.html"&gt;Yes!! You..&lt;br /&gt;Any one reading this is tagged.. tagged to reply and free to tag just about anyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-3825705800899472871?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://i-dea.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-are-tagged.html' title='You have Been Tagged'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3825705800899472871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=3825705800899472871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/3825705800899472871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/3825705800899472871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-have-been-tagged.html' title='You have Been Tagged'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-155562954979025553</id><published>2007-02-12T11:21:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-11T23:20:34.215+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Slow Down Culture</title><content type='html'>"&lt;br /&gt;It's been 18 years since I joined Volvo, a Swedish company. Working for them has proven to be an interesting experience. Any project here takes 2 years to be finalized, even if the idea is simple and brilliant. It's a rule. Globalize processes have caused in us (all over the world) a general sense of searching for immediate results. Therefore, we have come to posses a need to see immediate results. This contrasts greatly with the slow movements of the Swedish. They, on the other hand, debate, debate, debate, hold x quantity of meetings and work with a slowdown scheme. At the end, this always yields better results. Said in another words: 1. Sweden is about the size of San Pablo, a state in Brazil. 2. Sweden has 2 million inhabitants. 3. Stockholm, has 500,000 people. 4. Volvo, Escania, Ericsson, Electrolux, Nokia are some of its renowned companies. Volvo supplies the NASA. The first time I was in Sweden, one of my colleagues picked me up at the hotel every morning. It was September, bit cold and snowy. We would arrive early at the company and he would park far away from the entrance (2000 employees drive their car to work). The first day, I didn't say anything, either the second or third. One morning I asked, "Do you have a fixed parking space? I've noticed we park far from the entrance even when there are no other cars in the lot." To which he replied, "Since we're here early we'll have time to walk, and whoever gets in late will be late and need a place closer to the door. Don't you think? Imagine my face. Nowadays, there's a movement in Europe name Slow Food. This movement establishes that people should eat and drink slowly, with enough time to taste their food, spend time with the family, friends, without rushing. Slow Food is against its counterpart: the spirit of Fast Food and what it stands for as a lifestyle. Slow Food is the basis for a bigger movement called Slow Europe, as mentioned by Business Week. Basically, the movement questions the sense of "hurry" and "craziness" generated by globalization, fueled by the desire of "having in quantity" (life status) versus "having with quality", "life quality" or the "quality of being". French people, even though they work 35 hours per week, are more productive than Americans or British. Germans have established 28.8 hour workweeks and have seen their productivity been driven up by 20%. This slow attitude has brought forth the US's attention, pupils of the fast and the "do it now!". This no-rush attitude doesn't represent doing less or having a lower productivity. It means working and doing things with greater quality, productivity, perfection, with attention to detail and less stress. It means reestablishing family values, friends, free and leisure time. Taking the "now", present and concrete, versus the "global", undefined and anonymous. It means taking humans' essential values, the simplicity of living. It stands for a less coercive work environment, more happy, lighter and more productive where humans enjoy doing what they know best how to do. It's time to stop and think on how companies need to develop serious quality with no-rush that will increase productivity and the quality of products and services, without losing the essence of spirit. In the movie, Scent of a Woman, there's a scene where Al Pacino asks a girl to dance and she replies, "I can't, my boyfriend will be here any minute now". To which Al responds, "A life is lived in an instant". Then they dance to a tango. Many of us live our lives running behind time, but we only reach it when we die of a heart attack or in a car accident rushing to be on time. Others are so anxious of living the future that they forget to live the present, which is the only time that truly exists. We all have equal time throughout the world. No one has more or less. The difference lies in how each one of us does with our time. We need to live each moment. As John Lennon said, "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans". J Congratulations for reading till the end of this message. There are many who will have stopped in the middle so as not to waste time in this globalized world. &lt;br /&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-155562954979025553?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/155562954979025553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=155562954979025553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/155562954979025553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/155562954979025553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2007/02/slow-down-culture.html' title='Slow Down Culture'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-5030986011871724680</id><published>2007-02-11T23:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-11T23:18:29.376+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Movie Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYc9Ds6qMzg/Rc9WnIPA3ZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6LuiYWtZphw/s1600-h/s1803680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYc9Ds6qMzg/Rc9WnIPA3ZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6LuiYWtZphw/s320/s1803680.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030334539021475218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whoa This one was sure amazingly krazie!!, Saw this coz  got my hands on its part two..&lt;br /&gt;Look up Chaos theory and read it /... gosh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYc9Ds6qMzg/Rc9Wi4PA3YI/AAAAAAAAAI8/C8m8MmhNtu8/s1600-h/My+Sassy+Girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VYc9Ds6qMzg/Rc9Wi4PA3YI/AAAAAAAAAI8/C8m8MmhNtu8/s320/My+Sassy+Girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030334466007031170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Sassy Girl(Korean)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah saw this original with Sub-titles!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYc9Ds6qMzg/Rc9WZIPA3XI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ucMbilJVjtU/s1600-h/275971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYc9Ds6qMzg/Rc9WZIPA3XI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ucMbilJVjtU/s320/275971.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030334298503306610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-5030986011871724680?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5030986011871724680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=5030986011871724680&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/5030986011871724680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/5030986011871724680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2007/02/movie-marathon.html' title='Movie Marathon'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYc9Ds6qMzg/Rc9WnIPA3ZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6LuiYWtZphw/s72-c/s1803680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-1617579810207457193</id><published>2007-02-11T12:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-11T23:20:16.758+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WHY</title><content type='html'>WHY????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-1617579810207457193?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1617579810207457193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=1617579810207457193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/1617579810207457193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/1617579810207457193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2007/02/why.html' title='WHY'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-1221710081193059194</id><published>2007-02-04T09:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-04T11:29:26.377+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Soul Fry @ Bandra(Da-meet)</title><content type='html'>Reached early coz puneet's friends mom expired and he vroomed to navy nagar, and our our other get-to plopped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a good mood, had just downloaded &lt;a href="http://www.google.co.in/url?sa=t&amp;ct=res&amp;amp;cd=10&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.co.uk%2FMaya-Illusion-Rahul-Sharma%2Fdp%2FB000EU1L18&amp;amp;ei=YFzFRemzBIeMsAL32v3yDQ&amp;usg=__Tauj4Zulw1SrgiFv0kq4LtXQeO4=&amp;amp;sig2=cBI2VXxs9iZwYYtkzXBJ2A"&gt;Rahul Sharma's Maya &lt;/a&gt;and some &lt;a href="http://www.chrisdeburgh.net/"&gt;Chris De Burg,&lt;/a&gt;So Thought I would walk around and see how was Pali hill to walk around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being relatively nu to this part of city, where I can last just to &lt;a href="http://www.google.co.in/url?sa=t&amp;ct=res&amp;amp;amp;amp;cd=2&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FA_M_Naik&amp;amp;ei=X17FRYWOIZWisALoteH5DQ&amp;usg=__EMw434By820KsX6bCinvIYi68PU=&amp;amp;sig2=y_-DUwzHdopG6dexw8eCag"&gt;Mr.AM Naiks&lt;/a&gt; house, it was an interesting walk.( The Parlours and glitzy shops hemmed in betweent the shanties, the houses and the hills)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of my walk at the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shimla"&gt;Mall Road in Simla&lt;/a&gt; and Verna in Goa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so finally winding with the road and the pali market reached the place, and had the Chirpy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel(O'Dee)'s "Hello Blogger"!( The Red "Bebe" topped did greet non bloggers, read waiters etc a disputable 5 times throughout, though!!)&lt;br /&gt;But she did, whatever she was doing, very well!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, You could not have miss her out ( good host!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slipped into my smile and absorb Mode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some very interesting people~~,likes  of Sanket( I was really zapped, to see his pic today on his blog, ~ he sure is missing his mom!!), Anupam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then arrived (so called Her Highness) Sakshijee~!&lt;br /&gt;The ardent Sallu baba/ Rakhi Fan came in with need of a saridon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among others Bloggers arrived the (pink) Non blogger and Amit.&lt;br /&gt;Though a large part  of the the evening Our Dear Rakhi Sawant Fan could not miss an opportunity to pull the"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Non Blogger"&lt;/span&gt; ( who I think does blog!!~~ dunno just think)...But Neha did not mind all the attention!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The likes of Vijay ( who , as someone says..".came last time silently and came up with a huge post!!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the Looney Ramya drops in !!(interesting peronality,  you talk to her and she is not what she looks like thoug)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the Lawyers came in ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the lisst and pics and come in only after our Mel( mata!!) blogs and passes all the links!!&lt;br /&gt;It was an inetersting evening,which ended before the 12 for me, coz I needed to go back..&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well some very inetesrting people know and maybe meet up again~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-1221710081193059194?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1221710081193059194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=1221710081193059194&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/1221710081193059194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/1221710081193059194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2007/02/soul-fry-bandrada-meet.html' title='Soul Fry @ Bandra(Da-meet)'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-8458363806185384758</id><published>2007-02-01T10:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-01T10:35:05.224+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flicked from "Times Life" from the Sunday edition of Times of India, 28th Jan&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;'07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No wonder then, that it’s in this very year that ace photographer Raghu Rai’s nudes come out of the closet for a rare exhibition for the first time. Rai, who believes that nudes are an expression of appreciation of the female form, says, “The&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you think the nude human form is titillating, you’re hopelessly outdated. Nudity today, is all about celebrating innocence and soul-stirring creativity. Nona Walia reports&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TIMES NEWS NETWORK&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“I enjoy nakedness. I am a bit of a naturist at heart.” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Robbie Williams &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“I was born naked and I’m going to die naked, so I don’t see anything wrong with it.” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Justin Timberlake&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;THERE’S a new stubbornness with which nudity is being thrown in our faces. In 2007, nudity isn’t cheap or titillating. In fact, it’s coming into vogue! This fashionable nudity may be sensational, but at the same time, it’s innocent and fragile.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Just how is this soulful nudity different from, say, model Kate Moss stripping off in public view for the lingerie brand Agent Provocateur? Or the media going into a Fashion Week frenzy over wardrobe malfunctions and nipple slips? Perhaps there’s no one better than Bill Farley, vice-president of Playboy, the empire that’s been erected on taking nudity to the masses, to explain just why nudity is more than just a skin show. “Nudity isn’t vulgar, it is an art. It’s pure. And nudity can be innocent. People are obsessed with nudity because it defines the new erotic in an artistic way.”    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So nudity isn’t just about sensationalism. It’s about teasing a new creativity. Maybe, that’s the reason, in 2007, we’re seeing a rise of mature nudity. Look at Maxim’s latest cover girl, Mallika Sherawat, giving new meaning to sensual, subtle exposure. Or John Abraham’s sizzling bare body lending austere authenticity to roles in Anurag Kashyap’s No Smoking and Ram Gopal Varma’s Nishabd.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;re’s an art in shooting nudes. There’s something very mystical about it.” In fact, fashion photographer Atul Kasbekar who’s also shot quite a number of barely-clad lovelies for the Kingfisher calendars, says, “Nudes can be very sensual and startlingly beautiful. But they can also be very tasteless, bordering on the vulgar. That’s when nudity becomes offensive. When you shoot nudes, there’s a certain aesthetic at work. For me, doing nudes is a pure form of selfexpression, where my camera tries to focus on the sensuality of the natural form of the nude.”    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And nudity isn’t always about being sexy. Why then, are models so eager to go naked for fashion? Says model Sapna Kumar, “If a nude is done tastefully, I think it’s pure and innocent. But today, the media loves to sensationalise nudity. That’s a turnoff.” According to painter Arpana Cour, nudity varies from person to person and holds a mirror to the kind of people we are. “As an artist, I find Amrita Shergill’s nude self-portrait very innocent. Can you imagine, nudity being innocent!? We’ve got dirty minds… That’s why we think nudity can only be erotic or titillating! We’ve adopted such rigid parameters of right and wrong.” So finally, nudity all depends on how you look at it. Agrees actor Laila Rouass, “Nudity can be the purest form of self-expression, a woman’s body is erotic. But men view nudity as sexual, in a voyeuristic way. That’s when it becomes sensational.”    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But the truth is, nudity isn’t just physical. It has an emotional aspect to it. Like fashion designer Suneet Varma observes, “Nudity is about understanding and feeling your own body in different situations. Nudity isn’t sexual. I’ve been to a nude beach in Spain. On the first day, I was unable to go to the beach naked. I was the only fully clothed person. The next two days, I was stark naked on the beach. I was one with the sun, sand and the sea. At a nudist beach, the idea is not to think of your body as erotic or sexy. It’s a soul-stirring experience. I didn’t feel sexy. No one was looking at me. Most designers idealise a woman’s nude form, but there’s a sense of beauty in nudity. I feel fashion is the politest way to talk about sex, while nudity isn’t about sex but about the soul.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-8458363806185384758?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8458363806185384758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=8458363806185384758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/8458363806185384758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/8458363806185384758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2007/02/flicked-from-times-life-from-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>insane freak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-851192942560177598</id><published>2007-01-08T23:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-08T23:06:40.609+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LEAVE YOUR COMFORT ZONE</title><content type='html'>Copied From The Sunday Times Mumbai Edition, 7th Jan 2007 ( WIthout permission.. ooops_)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinging to familiarity can keep us from accomplishing things that are important to us, says &lt;strong&gt;Diann Cannon &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Remember that big conversation you had with yourself, in which you vowed to lose weight or find a new career or start exercising? Do things always seem to get in the way of accomplishing even the simplest of goals like calling potential clients? If you find yourself in the intellectual zone and not the productive zone, I have some ideas for you to think about if you’re willing to break out of your personal “comfort zone”.    What is it that separates productive people from those who for whatever reason are unable to be all that they would like to be? It is an irony to be sure, but our comfort zones can actually bring about a great deal of discomfort when they keep us from accomplishing things that are important to us. Productivity is fueled by self-talk. Self-talk is nothing more than thoughts, but thoughts have the power to motivate or cripple us.    What we believe to be true about our environment and ourselves is derived from our core beliefs, which is the most accurate predictor of all for happiness, contentment and success. Comfort zones usually feel familiar and predictable and that is what makes them comfortable, not the experiences or outcomes associated with them. That is why it is possible to get stuck in a comfort zone even when it is extremely uncomfortable or painful being there.    It has been said in many different ways that the brain can only truly focus on one thing at a time. If your focus is say, losing weight, but one of your core beliefs is that you are unattractive, your brain will go into overdrive processing all the competing messages and negative self-talk, which will cause you to become distracted from your focus and robbed of the energy you need to be successful. Allowing negative thoughts and emotions to rule our interior keeps us from being productive and happy.    If you are wondering how to breakthrough situations like this, it is often helpful to just take a moment and really listen to what you are saying to yourself. Really hear it. Taking a non-judgmental position, ask yourself if the negative message is really true or a faulty core belief that has no basis in reality.    Next, ask yourself whether the old thought patterns of discouragement originated from someone in your past. If so, then put it in the proper perspective and decide on a replacement message that more accurately describes who you are. Encourage yourself to reinforce the new message over and over again when you stumble. Negative messages can paralyse us with indecision. But being able to make decisions is a huge part of being productive. There comes a point when it is time to stop collecting information and get into action. Let’s face it; we are all human and there are no perfect human beings. And the simple truth is that no matter what you do, someone is not going to like it! But making decisions that are sound and right for you are essential components to living a meaningful life.    If you find that you are dealing with a faulty core belief, you will recognise it for the old baggage it is by comparing the degree of your reaction to the severity of the incident. If your reaction is out of proportion to the situation, you can pretty much bank on it being old baggage. So get rid of the baggage if you are interested in changing your life. Those who have worked through their baggage are usually pro-active.    So, if it is a new career you are interested in, take action! Get your resume updated, check out the newspaper classified ads, or start networking with friends and colleagues. By listening to the signals your intuition sends you and taking an action on its behalf, you will automatically feel stronger and more confident. That is what comes of being true to your self. It’s not listening to your truth that is depressing and destructive. Also, take stock of the community of people you choose to be around. Do you spend your time with people who hate their jobs, who only work for the paycheck and sit around waiting for a better life to happen to them? Get out of there! Don’t allow yourself to be contaminated by that kind of energy. I have a group of peers who are all very interested in continuous improvement that I meet with once a week.    Spending time together is a good way to reinforce our values. Guess what? These people tend to hang out with other like-minded people as well, because they know that the people you hang around with affects your overall productivity. Finally, you may need to eliminate something in your current schedule to free up the time and effort you will need to do this work and accomplish your goals. Be honest with your self; make a list of the things you can do by yourself, acknowledge your limitations and then respect the boundaries between.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-851192942560177598?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/851192942560177598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=851192942560177598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/851192942560177598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/851192942560177598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2007/01/leave-your-comfort-zone.html' title='LEAVE YOUR COMFORT ZONE'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-7530892474490917036</id><published>2006-12-28T23:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-28T23:04:57.484+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neil Diamond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Both sides'/><title type='text'>Both Sides</title><content type='html'>I really dunno when and how I have happened to hear such amazing Numbers from Neil Diamond..&lt;br /&gt;Here are the lyrics of one of tjose numbers which kept running in my head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolls and flows of angel hair,&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream castles in the air,&lt;br /&gt;Feather canyons everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;I've looked at clouds that way.&lt;br /&gt;But now they only block the sun.&lt;br /&gt;They rain, they snow on everyone.&lt;br /&gt;So many things I would've done&lt;br /&gt;But clouds got in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've looked at clouds from both sides now,&lt;br /&gt;From up and down and still somehow&lt;br /&gt;It's clouds' illusions I recall.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know clouds at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moons and Junes and ferris wheels,&lt;br /&gt;The dizzy, dancing way you feel&lt;br /&gt;As every fairy tale comes real.&lt;br /&gt;I've looked at love that way.&lt;br /&gt;But now it's just another show.&lt;br /&gt;Leave 'em laughin' when you go.&lt;br /&gt;But if you care, don't let em' know&lt;br /&gt;Don't give yourself away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've looked at love from both sides now&lt;br /&gt;From give and take and still somehow&lt;br /&gt;It's love's illusions I recall.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know love at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears and fears and feeling proud,&lt;br /&gt;Say "I love you" right out loud.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams and schemes and circus crowds&lt;br /&gt;I've looked at life that way.&lt;br /&gt;But now old friends are acting strange.&lt;br /&gt;They shake their heads and say I've changed.&lt;br /&gt;But something's lost when somethings gained&lt;br /&gt;Living everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've looked at life from both sides now&lt;br /&gt;From win and lose and still somehow&lt;br /&gt;It's life's illusions I recall.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know life at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-7530892474490917036?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7530892474490917036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=7530892474490917036&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/7530892474490917036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/7530892474490917036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/12/both-sides.html' title='Both Sides'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-4725750137756929376</id><published>2006-12-20T14:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-20T14:42:06.771+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ambition . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#2020a0;"&gt;Once upon a time there were 2 brothers who lived on the 80th floor of a tall  building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#2020a0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On coming home one day they realized, to their dismay,  that the lifts were not working and that they would have to climb the stairs  home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#2020a0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After struggling to the 20th level, panting and tired,  they decided to abandon their bags and come back for them the next  day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#2020a0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They left their bags then and climbed on .  .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#2020a0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time they had struggled to the 40th level, they  had gone sufficiently mad and were irritated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#2020a0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The younger brother  started to grumble and both of them began to quarrel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#2020a0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They continued to climb the flights of steps, quarreling all the way  to the 60th floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#2020a0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They then realized that they had only 20  levels more to climb and decided to stop quarreling and continue climbing in  peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#2020a0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They silently climbed on and reached their home at long  last! Each stood calmly before the door and waited for the other to open the  door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#2020a0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They then realized that the key was in their bags,  which were left on the 20th floor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#2020a0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is a reflection  on our life and times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#2020a0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us climb the tall building called  career . . . some till the 80th floor and some less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#2020a0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do we know that the key to our happiness is in the bag, which has  been left back, way behind on the 20th floor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#2020a0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know your dreams  and follow it so that you will not live with regrets . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#2020a0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the chariot of your life is driven by the steeds of ambition, make  sure the reins of your life are held by the hands of joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#2020a0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the heroes of our own story . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-4725750137756929376?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4725750137756929376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=4725750137756929376&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/4725750137756929376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/4725750137756929376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/12/ambition.html' title='Ambition . . .'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-3830369847365562587</id><published>2006-12-19T12:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-19T12:19:55.414+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>Girls diary vs boys diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-3830369847365562587?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3830369847365562587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=3830369847365562587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/3830369847365562587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/3830369847365562587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/12/girls-diary-vs-boys-diary.html' title='Girls diary vs boys diary'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-116456194531624154</id><published>2006-11-26T22:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-26T22:55:45.363+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Can You?</title><content type='html'>AbhisheK: " no you cannot do this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altering Abhishek: "no, I can"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AbhisheK: " What makes you think you can solve everyones problem??, You think you are some genuis or what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altering Abhishek: " no genius, I think in some cases I can..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AbhisheK:"well ur testing ur limits with her.....you can see she does not want to help herself and is runinig away.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altering Abhishek: (Smiling!!): " you see, and wait and see.. I have faith in her..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhishe: "HAHA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altering Abhishek: " Get lost with your haha.. I know her... she will will come out triumphant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhishek:" lets see"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altering Abhishek: :" Yeah ;eats see.. there are four days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;I am sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn sure&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhishek: "lets See"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altering Abhishek: "YEa.. lets"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-116456194531624154?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/116456194531624154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=116456194531624154&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/116456194531624154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/116456194531624154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/11/can-you.html' title='Can You?'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-116404881990236663</id><published>2006-11-21T00:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-21T00:31:29.123+05:30</updated><title type='text'>138th "The Vagina Monologues"</title><content type='html'>20The November 2006, 7PM; Dadar, Mumbai India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast: Dolly Thakore, Avantika Akerkar, Jayati Bhatia, Sonali Sachdev, Mahabanoo Mody-Kotwal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes; Some of the people passing this entry may feel strange ( a Simple Strange) to see an entry about this Play from a guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;( For the Un-initiated about it, please look up the title or click on it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Supposed&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;was a very interestig One hour spent!&lt;br /&gt;Specially, I feel its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;definately a must wacth for all the mortals having one&lt;/span&gt; ( yeah I am talking about the Vagina.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a lot of Panache the subject of The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VAGINA&lt;/span&gt; , which, though much more talked about( Read Spoken) in lewd connotations on every Street( and just about anywhere)..&lt;br /&gt;was brought about in "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monologues" &lt;/span&gt;Which were funny; Shocking;Hair rasing ( hahah.. the one on HAIR .. was hilarious!!!) and most of all... the amazing under-current and thought behind the concept and the story!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is sure ; as the directors confirmed and all the audience would have to agree to; The whole play would be an amazing discovery for all the women!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-116404881990236663?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Vagina_Monologues#India' title='138th &quot;The Vagina Monologues&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/116404881990236663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=116404881990236663&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/116404881990236663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/116404881990236663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/11/138th-vagina-monologues.html' title='138th &quot;The Vagina Monologues&quot;'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-116261122804419408</id><published>2006-11-04T09:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-04T09:07:05.740+05:30</updated><title type='text'>From Rich (Who's afraid of the big bad boggart?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;Who's afraid of the big bad boggart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;MARGUERITE THEOPHIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 14.4pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;Long, long ago, Rabbit, known to be a fearless and respected warrior, was a great friend of Eye Walker, a witch with great magical powers. Out climbing a high mountain one hot day, Rabbit declared, "I'm tired and so thirsty". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Eye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;Walker&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;, picking up a leaf, blew on it, turning it to a gourd of water. Rabbit drank it all, saying nothing. Later, when he said "I'm so hungry", Eye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;Walker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt; picked up a stone, blew on it, handing Rabbit a turnip that he ate with relish, still not saying a word.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;They had almost reached the top when Rabbit fell, rolling all the way down to the bottom. Eye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;Walker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt; used a magic salve which eased his pains and healed his broken bones in minutes. Still, Rabbit didn't say a thing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Some days later Eye Walker, hoping to go on another long walk, searched high and low for Rabbit, who was nowhere to be found. A week later, she met him quite by accident. "Rabbit, why are you hiding and avoiding me?" she asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;"Because your magic scares me. Stay away from me". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;"I used my powers to help you, and now you refuse my friendship!" Sadly, she added, "Though I can easily destroy you with my magic, I won't, because we have been such good friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;But, from this day forward I lay a curse on you and your kind. From now on, you will attract what you fear, and your fears will come to you". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;A frightened Rabbit now shouts: "Eagle, don't you dare come near me!" If he feels Eagle hasn't heard him, Rabbit yells even louder, "Eagle, stay away from me, do you hear!" Eagle, now hearing Rabbit, can come find him, and kill and eat him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;An old proverb cautions us: What you most wish for and what you most fear will both come true! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;If we believe that we can influence, if not actually create our own 'realities', then it makes sense that by wanting something desperately or not wanting something equally desperately we give those 'things' a lot of energy to help them manifest in our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Befriending our fears has often been offered as a solution; easier said than done, we hear ourselves say! However, a popular set of children's books shows us another brilliant and often effective way, by introducing us to The Boggart ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;In Celtic mythology, a boggart was a mis- chievous household spirit, given to making life miserable for those in whose houses it decided to stay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;In the Harry Potter books, a boggart is given an intriguing new twist as a kind of shapeshifter. When anyone looks at it, it changes shape to become whatever that person fears the most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Due to its tendency to hide in relatively small, dark, enclosed places, such as in closets, under beds, or in tree hollows, it is quite likely that the boggart's natural form is fairly small; only when we give it any importance does it seem HUGE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Now here comes the best part to make the boggart disappear, you can use the 'Riddikulus' spell, knowing that boggarts are weakened by laughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;This is achieved by transforming the image of your greatest fear into something else, something amusing or silly therefore harmless pointing a wand at the boggart and confidently saying: "Riddikulus". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;What's your boggart? And how will you use the spell? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:8;color:black;"   &gt;The writer is a mythologist, storyteller and workshop leader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-116261122804419408?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/116261122804419408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=116261122804419408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/116261122804419408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/116261122804419408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/11/from-rich-whos-afraid-of-big-bad.html' title='From Rich (Who&apos;s afraid of the big bad boggart?)'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-116063910629591880</id><published>2006-10-12T13:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-12T13:15:06.326+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Nothing in life is more worthy than your laughter. Never lose. it. Events come and go. Some are pleasant, and others, unpleasant. There is some area deep in you that is left untouched. Hold on to what is untouched. Then you will be able to keep laughing.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-116063910629591880?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/116063910629591880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=116063910629591880&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/116063910629591880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/116063910629591880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/10/nothing-in-life-is-more-worthy-than.html' title=''/><author><name>insane freak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-115746020078221285</id><published>2006-09-05T18:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-05T18:13:20.916+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Romance??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;I thought that I could love no otherUntil, that is, I met your brother.Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head. Oh loving beauty you float with graceIf only you could hide your faceKind, intelligent, loving and hot;This describes everything you are notI want to feel your sweet embrace But don't take that paper bag off of your face I love your smile, your face, and your eyes -Damn, I'm good at telling lies!My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:Marrying you screwed up my life I see your face when I am dreaming.That's why I always wake up screaming My love, you take my breath away.What have you stepped in to smell this wayMy feelings for you no words can tell,Except for maybe "go to hell"What inspired this amorous rhyme?Two parts vodka, one part lime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-115746020078221285?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115746020078221285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=115746020078221285&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115746020078221285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115746020078221285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/09/romance.html' title='Romance??'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-115717837738832478</id><published>2006-09-02T11:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-02T11:56:17.476+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Any Comments??</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1) Politics without Principle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(2) Pleasure without Conscience&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(3) Wealth without Work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(4) Knowledge without Character&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(5) Business without Morality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(6) Science without Humanity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(7) Worship without Sacrifice."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-115717837738832478?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115717837738832478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=115717837738832478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115717837738832478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115717837738832478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/09/any-comments.html' title='Any Comments??'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-115691978043360167</id><published>2006-08-30T12:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-30T12:06:20.450+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love... is also about realisin' that the other person can go wrong, can be weak or can make mistakes, and acceptin' him/her as that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-115691978043360167?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115691978043360167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=115691978043360167&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115691978043360167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115691978043360167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/08/love_30.html' title=''/><author><name>insane freak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-115623403190822368</id><published>2006-08-22T13:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-22T13:37:11.910+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A  group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to  8 &lt;br/&gt;year-olds, "What does love mean?"&lt;br/&gt;The answers they got were  broader and deeper than anyone could have &lt;br/&gt;imagined. See what you think:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"When my grandmother got  arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her &lt;br/&gt;toenails  anymore.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So  my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got &lt;br/&gt;arthritis too. That's love."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Rebecca- age 8&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"When someone loves you,  the way they say your name is different.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You just know that your  name is safe in their mouth."&lt;br/&gt;Billy - age 4&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Love is when a girl puts  on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and &lt;br/&gt;they go out and smell  each other."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Karl - age 5&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Love is when you go out to  eat and give somebody most of your French fries &lt;br/&gt;without making them give  you any of theirs."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Chrissy - age  6&lt;br/&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Love is what makes you  smile when you're tired."&lt;br/&gt;Terri - age  4&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Love is when my mommy  makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before &lt;br/&gt;giving it to him, to  make sure the taste is OK."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Danny -  age 7&lt;br/&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br/&gt;"Love is when you kiss all  the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, &lt;br/&gt;you still want to be  together and you talk more.&lt;br/&gt;My  Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they  kiss"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Emily - age 8&lt;br/&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br/&gt;"Love is what's in the room  with you at Christmas if you stop opening &lt;br/&gt;presents and  listen."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)&lt;br/&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br/&gt;"If you want to learn to  love better, you should start with a friend who &lt;br/&gt;you hate,"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Nikka - age 6&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(we need a few million more  Nikka's on this planet)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Love is when you tell a  guy you like his shirt, then he wears it &lt;br/&gt;everyday."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Noelle - age 7&lt;br/&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Love is like a little old  woman and a little old man who are still friends &lt;br/&gt;even after they know each  other so well."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Tommy - age 6&lt;br/&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; "During my piano recital, I  was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at &lt;br/&gt;all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cindy - age 8&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br/&gt;"My mommy loves me more  than anybody .&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You don't see anyone else  kissing me to sleep at night."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Clare - age 6&lt;br/&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Love is when Mommy gives  Daddy the best piece of chicken."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Elaine-age 5&lt;br/&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br/&gt;"Love is when Mommy sees  Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is &lt;br/&gt;handsomer than Brad Pitt "&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Chris - age 7&lt;br/&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br/&gt;"Love is when your puppy  licks your face even after you left him alone all &lt;br/&gt;day."&lt;br/&gt;Mary Ann - age 4&lt;br/&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br/&gt;"I know my older sister  loves me because she gives me all her old clothes &lt;br/&gt;and has to go out and  buy new ones."&lt;br/&gt;Lauren - age 4&lt;br/&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br/&gt;"When you love somebody,  your eyelashes go up and down and little stars &lt;br/&gt;come out of you." (what an  image)&lt;br/&gt;Karen - age 7&lt;br/&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br/&gt;"You really shouldn't say  'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean &lt;br/&gt;it, you should say it a  lot. People forget."&lt;br/&gt;Jessica - age 8&lt;br/&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br/&gt;And the final one -- Author  and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a &lt;br/&gt;contest he was asked to  judge.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring  child.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The winner was a  four year old child whose next door neighbor was an &lt;br/&gt;elderly gentleman who  had recently lost his wife.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the  old gentleman's yard, &lt;br/&gt;climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When his  Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy &lt;br/&gt;said,&lt;br/&gt;"Nothing, I just helped him cry"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-115623403190822368?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115623403190822368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=115623403190822368&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115623403190822368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115623403190822368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/08/love_22.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-115510350165297138</id><published>2006-08-09T11:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-09T11:35:01.670+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dedicated to brothers in general,&lt;br /&gt;and my Brother(s) to be specific...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small note&lt;br /&gt;A little reminder.&lt;br /&gt;We may not talk often enough&lt;br /&gt;Or meet for years.&lt;br /&gt;But, a special day,&lt;br /&gt;Recognizes a special bond.&lt;br /&gt;Unique… to every 2 who share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple thread&lt;br /&gt;Few simple words,&lt;br /&gt;Pulls the feeling across.&lt;br /&gt;For some, a day of no special significance&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yet&lt;br /&gt;for others,&lt;br /&gt;a reassurance&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; a flashback&lt;br /&gt;of memories,&lt;br /&gt;times spent together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days go by,&lt;br /&gt;Pass into years,&lt;br /&gt;Relationships… get entangled,&lt;br /&gt;Complex and diverse.&lt;br /&gt;Yet every year,&lt;br /&gt;Year after year&lt;br /&gt;The feeling grows stronger,&lt;br /&gt;The care resurfaces,&lt;br /&gt;The bond…&lt;br /&gt;Extends further.&lt;br /&gt;Ties,&lt;br /&gt;Reunite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending your way&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and best wishes,&lt;br /&gt;Love through a simple thread&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; a relationship of care.&lt;br /&gt;Raksha Bandhan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-115510350165297138?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115510350165297138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=115510350165297138&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115510350165297138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115510350165297138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/08/dedicated-to-brothers-in-general-and.html' title=''/><author><name>insane freak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-115493112497478434</id><published>2006-08-07T11:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-07T11:42:04.990+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is eve-teasing a form of flattery?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-115493112497478434?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115493112497478434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=115493112497478434&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115493112497478434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115493112497478434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-eve-teasing-form-of-flattery.html' title=''/><author><name>insane freak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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There so much that I wanted to blog about, specially on my &lt;a href="http://i-dea.blogspot.com/"&gt;Change Blog.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br/&gt;There is so much happening.&lt;br/&gt;Not just around but inside and outside too.&lt;br/&gt;It is like a strange trance.&lt;br/&gt; Its like your high! &lt;br/&gt;So high that you can feel you mind missing events.&lt;br/&gt;But there, yes there is where you feel it! &lt;br/&gt;You can feel &lt;br/&gt;You can feel so many more things!&lt;br/&gt;You are aware in you unconscious trance&lt;br/&gt;You are so aware that your are thinking. Thinking so many things&lt;br/&gt;You Mind is acting fast. &lt;br/&gt;Fast and Slow.&lt;br/&gt;Both at the same time&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It is like you sitting besides this calm lake with you Ipod pumping in high volume ROCK in your nerves.&lt;br/&gt;Like a storm waxing and waning in your head.&lt;br/&gt;Deciding&lt;br/&gt;To strike&lt;br/&gt;Or not&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What to do&lt;br/&gt;Where to go&lt;br/&gt;The echo becoming louder!&lt;br/&gt;Like nails staring to fall on a metal sheet&lt;br/&gt;Increasing &lt;br/&gt;And increasing&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yes……………….&lt;br/&gt;I am SO&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;L – O –&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; S. – T&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-115475253213244173?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115475253213244173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=115475253213244173&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115475253213244173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115475253213244173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/08/lost.html' title='LOST'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-115440370579115366</id><published>2006-08-01T09:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-01T09:11:45.800+05:30</updated><title type='text'>happiness</title><content type='html'>"Write your sorrows on a piece of paper so that the winds of change will blow them away; carve your joy on stone so that no one can erase it." Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-115440370579115366?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115440370579115366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=115440370579115366&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115440370579115366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115440370579115366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/08/happiness.html' title='happiness'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-115398673241999423</id><published>2006-07-27T13:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-27T13:22:12.436+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rather than giving food to your ears,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;give music to your soul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-115398673241999423?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115398673241999423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=115398673241999423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115398673241999423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115398673241999423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/rather-than-giving-food-to-your-ears.html' title=''/><author><name>insane freak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-115390449216177987</id><published>2006-07-26T14:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-26T14:31:32.190+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-_-_-_-_- PakistaniMusic.com -_-_-_-_-&lt;br /&gt;Courtsey: Aamir&lt;br /&gt;Afreen Afreen (Live), Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan&lt;br /&gt;Husnee JANAAA Kee tareef mumkin naheeen&lt;br /&gt;Afreen Afreen Afreeeen Afreeen&lt;br /&gt;Tu bhee dakhee agar to kahee hamnsheeeen&lt;br /&gt;Afreen Afreen Afreeeen Afreeen&lt;br /&gt;Husnee JANAAA Kee tareef mumkin naheeen&lt;br /&gt;Afreen Afreen Afreeeen Afreeen&lt;br /&gt;Tu bhee dakhee agar to kahee hamnsheeeen&lt;br /&gt;Afreen Afreen Afreeeen Afreeen&lt;br /&gt;Husnee JANAAA Kee tareef mumkin naheeen&lt;br /&gt;Husnee JANAAA Kee tareef mumkin naheeen&lt;br /&gt;Aisaa dekhaa naheen Khubsoorat koi&lt;br /&gt;Jism jaisee hai Jantaa kee moorat koi&lt;br /&gt;Jism jaisee nigahoon pee jadu koi&lt;br /&gt;Jism naghma koi jism khushboo koi&lt;br /&gt;Jism jaisee machaltee hoye ragnee&lt;br /&gt;Jism jaisee mehaktee hoayee chandni&lt;br /&gt;Jism jaisee keh khilta hoyaa eik chaman&lt;br /&gt;Jism jaisee keh Sooraj kee pehlee kiran&lt;br /&gt;Jism tershaa hoyaa Dikashooo Dilnasheen&lt;br /&gt;Sandaleeeen sandaleen marmareeeeen marmareeeeen&lt;br /&gt;Sandaleeeen sandaleen marmareeeeen marmareeeeen&lt;br /&gt;Afreen Afreen Afreeeen&lt;br /&gt;Afreen Afreen Afreeeen&lt;br /&gt;Afreen Afreen Afreeeen&lt;br /&gt;Afreen Afreen Afreeeen&lt;br /&gt;Husnee JANAAA Kee tareef mumkin naheeen&lt;br /&gt;Husnee JANAAA Kee tareef mumkin naheeen&lt;br /&gt;Chehraa eik phool kee terha shadaab hai&lt;br /&gt;Chehraa uss ka hai yaa koi mehtaab hai&lt;br /&gt;Chehra jaisee ghazal Chehra Jane ghazal&lt;br /&gt;Chehraa jaisee kaleee chehraa jaisee Kanval&lt;br /&gt;Chehraa jaisee tasavar bhee tasveerrr bheee&lt;br /&gt;Chehraa eik khawab bhee chehraa tabeer bheee&lt;br /&gt;Chehraa koi aleef lailaaa kee dastaaaaan&lt;br /&gt;Chehraa eik paal yaqeen chehraa eik paal goomaaan&lt;br /&gt;Chehraa jaisaa keh chehraa kaheen bhee naheen&lt;br /&gt;Mahroon mahroon mehjabeen mehjabeeeen&lt;br /&gt;Mahroon mahroon mehjabeen mehjabeeeen&lt;br /&gt;Afreen Afreen Afreeeen&lt;br /&gt;Afreen Afreen Afreeeen&lt;br /&gt;Afreen Afreen Afreeeen&lt;br /&gt;Afreen Afreen Afreeeen&lt;br /&gt;Husnee JANAAA Kee tareef mumkin naheeen&lt;br /&gt;Husnee JANAAA Kee tareef mumkin naheeen&lt;br /&gt;Ankheen dekheen to main dekhtaa rah giyaa&lt;br /&gt;Jaam Dooo ore doonoon hee doo ateshaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Ankheen yaa makadeee kaee doo baab hain&lt;br /&gt;Ankheen inn ko kahoon yaa kahoon khawab hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ankheen neechee hoyee to HAYA baan gayeen&lt;br /&gt;Ankheen oonchee hoyee to DUA baan gayeen&lt;br /&gt;Ankheen Uth kar jhakeen too ADA baan gayeen&lt;br /&gt;Ankheen jhuk kar utheen to qadaa baan gayeen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ankheen jin main hain Asmaan o zameeeeen&lt;br /&gt;Nargasee Nargaseee SURMAYEE SURMAYEEE&lt;br /&gt;Nargasee Nargaseee SURMAYEE SURMAYEEE&lt;br /&gt;Afreen Afreen Afreeeen&lt;br /&gt;Afreen Afreen Afreeeen&lt;br /&gt;Afreen Afreen Afreeeen&lt;br /&gt;Afreen Afreen Afreeeen&lt;br /&gt;Husnee JANAAA Kee tareef mumkin naheeen&lt;br /&gt;Husnee JANAAA Kee tareef mumkin naheeen&lt;br /&gt;Zulfe JANA kee bhee lambee hai Dastaaan&lt;br /&gt;Zulf kee mare DIL per hai perchaiyaaan&lt;br /&gt;Zulf jaisee keh umdeee hoyee hoo ghataa&lt;br /&gt;Zulf jaisee keh hoo koi kali balaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Zulf uljheee to duniyaa pareshan hoo&lt;br /&gt;Zulf suljhee too yeh Deed asaaan hoo&lt;br /&gt;Zulf bikhree siyah raaat chanee lagee&lt;br /&gt;Zulf lehrayee to raat janeee lageee&lt;br /&gt;Zulf zanjeer hai phir bhee hai kitnee haseeen&lt;br /&gt;Rashmeen Rashmeen Ambreeyeeen Ambreeyeeen&lt;br /&gt;Rashmeen Rashmeen Ambreeyeeen Ambreeyeeen&lt;br /&gt;Afreen Afreen Afreeeen x4&lt;br /&gt;Husnee JANAAA Kee tareef mumkin naheeen&lt;br /&gt;Afreen Afreen Afreeeen Afreeen&lt;br /&gt;Tu bhee dakhee agar to kahee hamnsheeeen&lt;br /&gt;Afreen Afreen Afreeeen Afreeen&lt;br /&gt;Husnee JANAAA Kee tareef mumkin naheeen x4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-115390449216177987?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115390449216177987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=115390449216177987&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115390449216177987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115390449216177987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/pakistanimusic.html' title=''/><author><name>insane freak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-115380908162139138</id><published>2006-07-25T12:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-25T12:01:21.683+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A winter evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Four friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One barsaat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Four glasses of chai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hundred bucks of gas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A rusty old bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And an open road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maggi noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A hostel room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4.25 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 old friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 separate cities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 coffee mugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 internet messenger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rain on a hot tin roof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pakoras deep-frying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Neighbours dropping in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You and mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A summer night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A bottle of coconut oil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A head massage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gossiping about absent family members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-115380908162139138?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115380908162139138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=115380908162139138&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115380908162139138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115380908162139138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-115380315599725479</id><published>2006-07-25T10:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-25T10:22:36.046+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Good Vs Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Something Bad not happening is equivalent to something good happening!- Abhishek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-115380315599725479?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115380315599725479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=115380315599725479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115380315599725479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115380315599725479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/good-vs-bad.html' title='Good Vs Bad'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-115336866465448771</id><published>2006-07-20T09:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-20T09:41:04.726+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Advertisement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You have to visit tell me if you want to join.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://err-gotta-go.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://err-gotta-go.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-115336866465448771?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115336866465448771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=115336866465448771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115336866465448771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115336866465448771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/advertisement.html' title='Advertisement'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-115289005982573002</id><published>2006-07-14T20:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-14T20:44:19.876+05:30</updated><title type='text'>more shantaram</title><content type='html'>its always a mistake to be alone withsomeone you shouldnt have loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personality and personal identity are in some ways like co ordinates on the street map drawn by our intersecting relationships.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-115289005982573002?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115289005982573002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=115289005982573002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115289005982573002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115289005982573002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-shantaram_14.html' title='more shantaram'/><author><name>insane freak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-115285286487763584</id><published>2006-07-14T10:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-14T10:24:28.780+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The birth!!( not that movie dumbo...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;When I was born I was so surprised I didn't talk for a year and a half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;( for me it was just about a year I recall!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-115285286487763584?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115285286487763584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=115285286487763584&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115285286487763584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115285286487763584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/birth-not-that-movie-dumbo.html' title='The birth!!( not that movie dumbo...)'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-115246109841476175</id><published>2006-07-09T21:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-09T21:34:58.416+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>more shantaram...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you judge the power that is in a person you must judge their capacities as both friend and enemy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-115246109841476175?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115246109841476175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=115246109841476175&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115246109841476175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115246109841476175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-shantaram.html' title=''/><author><name>insane freak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-115246095921161476</id><published>2006-07-09T21:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-09T21:32:39.240+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shantaram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dream is a place where a wish and a fear meet. when the wish and the fear are exactly the same we call the dream a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u have to ask the question you have no right to the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask any man with a long enough experience of prisons and he ll tell you that all it takes to harden a mans heart is a system of justice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-115246095921161476?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-115234306854433771</id><published>2006-07-08T12:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-08T12:47:48.593+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Perspective and appreciation(forwarded mail)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;The difference between Rich/ Poor People?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;The country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;Therefore, they spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;Would be considered a very poor family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt; On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;How was the trip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;?"  "It was great, Dad."   "Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked.   "Oh yeah," said the son.   "So, tell me, what you learned from the trip?" asked the father.   The son answered:  "I saw that we have one dog and they had four.  We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;a creek that has no end.  We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night.   Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.  We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;our sight.  We have servants who serve us, but they serve others.   We buy our food, but they grow theirs.   We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them."   The boy's father was speechless.  Then his son added, "Thanks Dad for showing me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;how poor we are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;."   Is not perspective a wonderful thing?  Makes you wonder what would happen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;we don't have.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;Try to appreciate every single thing you have, especially your friends!  Pass this on to friends and acquaintances and help them refresh their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-115234306854433771?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115234306854433771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=115234306854433771&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115234306854433771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115234306854433771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/perspective-and-appreciationforwarded.html' title='Perspective and appreciation(forwarded mail)'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-115165460726051598</id><published>2006-06-30T13:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-30T13:33:27.340+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Phonetcis and Punctuation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Know Me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No!! Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No!! Me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No Me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No, Me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(So what all do u understand?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-115165460726051598?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115165460726051598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=115165460726051598&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115165460726051598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115165460726051598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/06/phonetcis-and-punctuation.html' title='Phonetcis and Punctuation'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-115140429177246672</id><published>2006-06-27T16:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-27T16:01:31.883+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tag ( picked and filled..anyone interested..?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br/&gt;My Accent: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Punjabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Booze: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whiskie!!, Tequila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Chore I Hate: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Writing on paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Dog or Cat: None &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;( ok Cat is better)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Essential Electronics: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VIAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Perfume: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Gold or Silver: None&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(silver if pushed to choose)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Home: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chandigarh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Insomnia: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Job Title: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Business Development&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Living Arrangements: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Roomies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Most Admirable Traits: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sense of humour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Number of Sexual Partners: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aha!! ( currently no-one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Number of times in hospital&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:2-3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Phobias&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:None &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Quote: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"nowhere to now here..Now here to Nowhere"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Religion: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hindu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Siblings&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;: one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Time I Wake Up: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heaven @ Seven ( can bet anything thing from 4-10 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Unusual Talent or Skill:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can serve (badminton) well Looking Anywhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Vegetable I Love: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;broccoli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Worst Habit: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Too Logicall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;X-Rays, Last time: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fractured Bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yummy Food I Make:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lots ( From Pizza to Paneer veggies et al)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Zodiac Sign: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-115140429177246672?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115140429177246672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=115140429177246672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115140429177246672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115140429177246672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/06/tag-picked-and-filledanyone-interested.html' title='Tag ( picked and filled..anyone interested..?)'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-114841797402547551</id><published>2006-06-26T16:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-26T16:31:16.766+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What is the toughest thing in life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;....Relationships, managing people.. keeping them happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has there ever been any, just any time in ur life when absolutely everyone in ur life is happy with u? Is it even possible? There is always someone or the other who is not happy with something I've said or done :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Help me God!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-114841797402547551?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114841797402547551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=114841797402547551&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114841797402547551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114841797402547551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-is-toughest-thing-in-life.html' title='What is the toughest thing in life?'/><author><name>Neha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07344724775050915797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/444/blogpic5ke.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-115103605911202810</id><published>2006-06-23T09:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-23T09:44:19.186+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The only thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;"The only thing that stands between a man and what he wants from life is often merely the will to try it and the faith to believe that it is possible."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(Women also..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-115103605911202810?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115103605911202810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=115103605911202810&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115103605911202810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115103605911202810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/06/only-thing.html' title='The only thing'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-115087366936670801</id><published>2006-06-21T12:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-21T12:37:49.393+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Maori proverb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-115087366936670801?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115087366936670801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=115087366936670801&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115087366936670801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115087366936670801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/06/turn-your-face-to-sun-and-shadows-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>insane freak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-115052547897530355</id><published>2006-06-17T11:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-17T11:54:39.003+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BORED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;We &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;ALL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;get bored sooner or later, it's what you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;next &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;that tests your character, and creativity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-115052547897530355?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115052547897530355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=115052547897530355&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115052547897530355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/115052547897530355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/06/bored.html' title='BORED!!'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-114976668277586043</id><published>2006-06-08T17:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-08T17:08:02.860+05:30</updated><title type='text'>.. ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It doesn't matter how hard you hit the floor, what matters is how high you can bounce back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-114976668277586043?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114976668277586043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=114976668277586043&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114976668277586043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114976668277586043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='.. ..'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-114922577682466939</id><published>2006-06-02T10:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-02T10:52:57.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Morning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There should be a better way to start a day, than waking up every morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-114922577682466939?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114922577682466939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=114922577682466939&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114922577682466939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114922577682466939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/06/morning.html' title='Morning!'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-114904726701040237</id><published>2006-05-31T09:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-31T09:17:47.026+05:30</updated><title type='text'>And some more ... Shantaram</title><content type='html'>As i made my way through this book, there are so many quotes I want to share.. so bear with me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is India, man. This is &lt;em&gt;India&lt;/em&gt;. This is the land of the heart. Thisis where the heart is &lt;em&gt;king&lt;/em&gt;, man. The bleep heart. That's why you're free. ...... Two hundred bleep languages, and a billion people. India is the heart. Its the heart that keeps us together. There's no place with people like my people Lin. There's no heart like the Indian heart."&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Yea it isnt pathbreaking the quote, but I guess in the context it was touching. But I cant share the context or the full quote at the risk of giving it all away. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-114904726701040237?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114904726701040237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=114904726701040237&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114904726701040237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114904726701040237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-some-more-shantaram.html' title='And some more ... Shantaram'/><author><name>Aditi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-114861477359766691</id><published>2006-05-26T09:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-26T09:09:33.616+05:30</updated><title type='text'>More from Shantaram</title><content type='html'>Suffering is exactly like happiness, but backwards. One is the mirror image of the other, and has no real meaning or existence without the other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-114861477359766691?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114861477359766691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=114861477359766691&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114861477359766691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114861477359766691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/05/more-from-shantaram.html' title='More from Shantaram'/><author><name>Aditi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-114844520015805114</id><published>2006-05-24T10:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-24T11:19:48.536+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Get it done</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Your actual efforts are often much less tiring, much less draining than the anxiety with which you surround those efforts. Just imagine how much you could accomplish if you could work without the friction of your own negative thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How much time and energy do you waste, worrying that the task is too difficult or complicated, or that it's beneath your dignity? How many moments do you devote to anger, resentment and anxiety when you could be spending those moments getting the work done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Focus on the effort, let go of your need to resist it, and give it your very best. Think of what a privilege it is that you have the opportunity to make a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Rather than being annoyed at what you must do, be enthusiastic about what you can do. Rather than making yourself and others miserable about it, put your energy into getting it done in the best way you know how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Instead of putting it off until later, thus allowing your worries and anxieties to grow stronger, go ahead and get it done. When you release the anxiety surrounding the task, you'll suddenly see that there's no reason to avoid it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And you'll see that there's every reason to go ahead and get it done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Ralph Marston ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;==========&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;"Our lives are not determined by what happens to us but by how we react to what happens, not by what life brings to us, but by the attitude we bring to life. A positive attitude causes a chain reaction of positive thoughts, events, and outcomes. It is a catalyst, a spark that creates extraordinary results."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;~ Anon ~&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/20875991-114844520015805114?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114844520015805114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=114844520015805114&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114844520015805114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114844520015805114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/05/get-it-done.html' title='Get it done'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-114823556978939724</id><published>2006-05-21T23:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:49:29.803+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A woman should...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be a feminist during her college days,&lt;br /&gt;be career minded and care oriented,&lt;br /&gt;play the game of hide and seek with her suitor,&lt;br /&gt;dare to stay happily unmarried all her life,&lt;br /&gt;love being a woman,&lt;br /&gt;buy flowers for herself,&lt;br /&gt;feel the wind on her face,&lt;br /&gt;go camping, trekking,&lt;br /&gt;be shy, be bold,&lt;br /&gt;trust men occasionally,&lt;br /&gt;give that second chance to everyone,&lt;br /&gt;be a romantic,&lt;br /&gt;get emotionally hyped over nothing and cool down suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;go on a diet, yet, eat chocolates and ice-creams,&lt;br /&gt;get high 'n stay high on life, love her man and her reflection,&lt;br /&gt;learn to love herself,&lt;br /&gt;kiss herself goodnight in the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;get wild, tame her tears,&lt;br /&gt;break rules-lead the dances,&lt;br /&gt;drive her man's car,&lt;br /&gt;run his bank account,&lt;br /&gt;manage his business, wear his clothes&lt;br /&gt;yet know that he's a man and she's the woman,&lt;br /&gt;get flattered,&lt;br /&gt;wear latest fashion and wear fine diamonds&lt;br /&gt;for no special reason,&lt;br /&gt;lay down principles in her life,&lt;br /&gt;go out for window shopping all alone,&lt;br /&gt;know the way to her man's heart,&lt;br /&gt;never forget the little girl within.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-114823556978939724?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114823556978939724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=114823556978939724&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114823556978939724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114823556978939724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/05/woman-should.html' title=''/><author><name>insane freak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-114803769977905076</id><published>2006-05-19T16:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-19T16:51:39.796+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Sometimes you have to get to know someone really well to realise you're really strangers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mary Tyler Moore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-114803769977905076?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114803769977905076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=114803769977905076&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114803769977905076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114803769977905076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/05/sometimes-you-have-to-get-to-know.html' title=''/><author><name>insane freak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-114801168490168600</id><published>2006-05-19T09:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-19T09:38:04.916+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An excerpt from Shantaram</title><content type='html'>Some Loves are like that. &lt;em&gt;Most&lt;/em&gt; loves are like that, from what i can see. Your heart starts to feel like an over-crowded lifeboat. You throw your pride out to keep it afloat, and your self-respect and your independence. Affter a while you start throwing people out ----- your friends, everyone you used to know. And it's still not enough. The lifeboat is still sinking, and you know it's going to take you down with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-114801168490168600?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114801168490168600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=114801168490168600&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114801168490168600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114801168490168600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/05/excerpt-from-shantaram.html' title='An excerpt from Shantaram'/><author><name>Aditi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-114794949399343717</id><published>2006-05-18T16:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-18T16:23:03.780+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ON THIS DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mend a quarrel. Search out a forgotten friend. Dismiss a suspicion, and replace it with trust. Write a love letter. Share some treasure. Give a soft answer. Encourage youth. Manifest your loyalty in a word or deed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep a promise. Find the time. Forego a grudge. Forgive an enemy. Listen. Apologise if you were wrong. Examine your demands on others. Think first of someone else. Appreciate, be kind, be gentle. Laugh a little more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deserve confidence. Take up arms against malice. Decry complacency. Express your gratitude. Worship your God. Gladden the heart of a child. Take pleasure in the beauty and wonder of the earth. Speak your love. Speak it again. Speak it still again. Speak it still once again.&lt;/strong&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/20875991-114794949399343717?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114794949399343717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=114794949399343717&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114794949399343717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114794949399343717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/05/on-this-day-mend-quarrel.html' title=''/><author><name>insane freak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-114777042556975439</id><published>2006-05-16T14:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-16T14:38:45.830+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The tide recedes but leaves behind bright sea shells on the sand,&lt;br /&gt;The sun goes down but gentle warmth still lingers on the land,&lt;br /&gt;The music stops but yet it echoes on in sweet refrains...&lt;br /&gt;For every joy that passes something beautiful remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-114777042556975439?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114777042556975439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=114777042556975439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114777042556975439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114777042556975439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/05/tide-recedes-but-leaves-behind-bright.html' title=''/><author><name>insane freak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-114775186115238638</id><published>2006-05-16T09:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-16T09:27:41.226+05:30</updated><title type='text'>we</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We should be taught not to wait for inspiration to start a thing. Action always generates inspiration. Inspiration seldom generates action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-114775186115238638?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114775186115238638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=114775186115238638&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114775186115238638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114775186115238638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/05/we.html' title='we'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-114768072708482513</id><published>2006-05-15T13:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-15T13:42:07.090+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Girls just wanna have fun!</title><content type='html'>(Interesting article in ToI on this Sunday)&lt;br/&gt;Raj Kirtikar, 27-year-old Mumbaiite narrates, “I met this 21-year-old engineering student at the Pollyesther’s disc a while back. We danced a bit, she gave me her number, I spoke to her on the phone thrice and just five days later we went out of town together! She said she had always fantasised about having a naughty weekend with a stranger. We had a lot of fun but we knew it was just for then. We’ve never met again after that.” Dr Narendra Kumar (name changed) , father of a 20-year-old in Delhi who often spends weekends with her boyfriend, is worried. He says, “When I ask her if this is long-term, her reply is ‘no’. I guess relationships today work on a different level altogether. I don’t want to sound like a preaching father, but I really worry about her emotional well-being as she might feel used and abandoned when this relationship ends.” Nilaadri Shankar (name changed), a 23-year-old telemarketing executive currently working in Chennai, admits that she likes the excitement of one-night stands. She says, “When you’re thinking of a relationship, there are so many things you look out for in a guy. But when it’s purely for fun, it’s only about the physical attraction. I know that many older Indians think that girls who treat sex casually are slutty. But among my friends, it’s uncool to be inexperienced.” TODAY, ‘Just do it’ isn’t necessarily about athletics. Across the country, there’s a growing number of single girls in their early 20s, who have started living their personal lives by the Nike slogan. Yes, it seems casual sex is suddenly no big taboo for many young women in urban India. Men have always been the ones who are supposedly genetically and psychologically geared for a no-strings-attached sex life. And there’s a reason why ‘getting lucky’ is usually something a guy boasts about in the locker room. But things are changing and today’s Indian woman is slowly moving away from the ‘touch me not’ syndrome, where even if she did indulge in a physical relationship, she had to assuage the ‘guilt’ by assuring herself that the man in her life was there for keeps. “Now, sex is not taboo anymore. Everyone’s indulging in it. In this scenario, young girls, too, are talking about sex and initiating casual encounters quite unabashedly,” notes Mumbai social psychiatrist Dr Harish Shetty. “This is happening because many of us, including the guys, realise that virginity is an over-rated and outdated concept. I think I’ll be ready for a mature relationship later on in life. Maybe I’ll even settle down with someone my parents choose for me in the next two-three years. But right now, I don’t have the time or the inclination for a committed relationship. And I’m happy meeting so many interesting men,” says Nidhi Sanklecha, a 24-year-old PR executive from Bangalore. According to 22-year-old Ragini Chopra (name changed), who works in a Delhi-based BPO, “In the capital too, girls in their early 20s are finding it easier to have casual flings. With the marriageable age becoming 28, most girls feel that the early 20s are a time to have fun without commitment and so we have these emotionless and casual sexual encounters with boys.” She says there’s no guilt or shame ensuing from these actions because “we don’t feel we’ve done anything wrong”. Chopra adds, “Sex is no big deal. We are not looking for anything long-term in our 20s. Who wants something so serious?” Twenty-nine-year-old Mumbai-based investment analyst, Girish Bairagi (name changed), although single and happy to mingle with this new breed of bold and beddable women, admits that he is a little bewildered. “I’m not complaining, but yes, it was a little difficult for me to accept at first. There’s just no emotion involved! These 23- and 24-year-olds are very cool about going away with someone for the weekend without any fears. And suppose I tell them I’m busy, they don’t sit at home and feel upset about it. They just go with someone else or wait till I am free. It’s become as casual as having a cup of coffee together!” Delhi psychiatrist Dr Avdesh Sharma explains why this attitude prevails, “There was a time when boys in their 20s witnessed a sexual revolution. Now, it’s the turn of the girls, who are willing to experiment with their sexuality. There’s no emotional bond between partners. In fact, girls don’t want to get emotional about the boys. Here’s a new generation that just wants to satisfy its desires. We’re living in a world where popular culture is dictating our relationships and sex life. Sex is seen as fun without responsibility. There’s a lack of emotions when we have casual sex. Young girls are enjoying this emotionless hook-up.” According to analysts, this attitudinal shift stems from increasing levels of self-confidence that could be a direct result of financial independence. “BPOs, marketing and PR companies hire young employees and pay them a packet. These youngsters are then tempted to lead a lifestyle that’s far beyond their years. Influenced by books and programmes like Sex &amp; The City and Coupling, they believe that appearing sexy raises their ‘cool quotient’. Actually having sex with a significant other or even experimenting with casual affairs is just a progression from there,” says HR consultant Binaifer Adenvala. While not all casual sex can be attributed to the BPO boom, The Times (London) did report in mid-March that one in four Indian call centre workers regularly had casual affairs. While many might decry such developments, others feel that an open attitude is healthy. Dr Cherry Das, a Kolkata-based gynaecologist, says, “I’ve had young unmarried girls coming to consult me on various sex-related subjects. I cannot comment on the moral concerns, but I’m happy that they are well aware of the dangers of unprotected sex and side-effects of pills,” she says. However, a nostrings-attached lifestyle can have a detrimental effect in the long run. Dr Sharma warns: “Frequent casual sex seekers mentally separate sex and relationships. Girls who continue to have casual sex suffer from low self-esteem and find it difficult to have long-term relationships.” Ironically, it’s the West – routinely blamed for ‘spoiling our youngsters’ – which is adopting a more puritanical stance of late. A new British study carried out at Sheffield University published research results a few weeks ago, which claimed that 90 per cent of women in certain areas of the UK (even those who have had one-night stands themselves) believe that casual sex is immoral. These views would be endorsed by many thousands in India as well. Hooking Up: The New Buzzword With the tendency for flings on the rise, books like The Hookup Handbook: A Single Girl’s Guide to Living It Up or The Happy Hook-Up: A Single Girl’s Guide to Casual Sex are being lapped up enthusiastically by youngsters. According to Andrea Lavinthal and Jessica Rozler, co-authors of the Hookup Handbook, “hooking up” is the vague phrase used to describe what happens (everything from making out to full-on sex) between two people who don’t have a foreseeable future or even a hint of commitment. “Ambiguity is the key to hooking up,” they write about this new, non-dating game. &lt;strong&gt;(Inputs from Nona Walia, Delhi) &lt;/strong&gt;TIMES NEWS NETWORK &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-114768072708482513?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114768072708482513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=114768072708482513&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114768072708482513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114768072708482513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/05/girls-just-wanna-have-fun.html' title='Girls just wanna have fun!'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-114741293061927004</id><published>2006-05-12T11:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-12T11:18:50.673+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It is only possible to live happily ever after on a day-to-day basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-114741293061927004?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114741293061927004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=114741293061927004&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114741293061927004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114741293061927004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/05/life.html' title='LIFE'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-114728483871227144</id><published>2006-05-10T23:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-10T23:43:58.730+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Carl Jung,psychiatrist (1875-1961)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-114728483871227144?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-114723349148644958</id><published>2006-05-10T09:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-10T09:28:11.553+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The ABCD experience</title><content type='html'>The ABCD experience&lt;br/&gt;CHIDANAND RAJGHATTA&lt;br/&gt;[ Sunday, April 30, 2006 02:45:25 amTIMES NEWS NETWORK ]&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;RSS Feeds| SMS NEWS to 8888 for latest updates &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Till recently, the acr-onym ABCD, for Am-erican Born Confused Desi, had a slightly pejorative ring to it. It is used to describe mostly first generation US-born children of Indian immigrants, who, the premise went, were conflicted between their American upbringing and Indian roots. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;In recent years, the expression is starting to lose resonance as the distance between India and the United States shrinks. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Now, it's as likely that A R Rahman will have a concert in Dallas as in New Delhi. You can access Bharatnatyam lessons in Baltimore or tabla classes in LA with the same ease as in Bangalore or Lucknow. With 24x7 Indian TV channels, almost zero-cost communication, and non-stop flights, India is just a click, call, or flight away. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Many ABCDs here are now less confused than the DCABs (Desis Chasing American Baits) shambling around India's shiny new malls. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My own exposure to ABCDs has been mixed and varied. Some are conflicted, but most seem accomplished, balanced, confident, and most of all, driven (didn't have to try hard to confect that abcd sequence.) They blend easily in multi-ethnic and multi-cultural America, comfortable in their Indian skin and American mindset. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;There isn't any empirical evidence to back this, but random appraisal and anecdotal accounts suggest that ABCDs are the most successful immigrant children, matched only by Jewish kids. Pop into any Ivy League campus or any business or medical school to see this. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If it isn't a Goldberg, it's a Gandhi, a friend of mine likes to say. Of all the ABCD qualities, the most intriguing one is how driven they are. It seems failure is not an option for these kids. In many cases, they are not self-driven as motivated or goaded by high-achieving parents. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The saga of Ka-avya Viswanathan, the chick-lit phenom /plagiarist is emblematic of this pattern. Strictly speaking, Chennai-born Kaavya is not an ABCD. But her parents, both doctors, moved West when she was three, first to Scotland, and then to the US when she was 11, so she grew up in the West. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The story she was writing was her own — the pressure on an Indian-American girl to excel academically. The words to express this story — at least some — were, alas, borrowed. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Indian-American children are mostly privileged. Their parents have the highest income and academic profile in the country. Kaavya's parents — neurologist dad and gynaecologist mother — could pony up $10,000 to prepare her for Harvard. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;More and more, well-heeled Indian parents are pulling kids out of public schools and putting them in private schools where fees range from $12,000 to $15,000 a year. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;They are driven from a young age — from dance classes to piano lessons to tennis clinics — by feverish parents spurring them to success, sometimes a little too insistently. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The ABCD experience was best captu-red in a remarkable 2003 documentary called Spellbound on the US National Spelling Bee Championship. One of the finalists is an Indian-American whose father is so hungry for his sons, success that he hires Latin, French and German tutors to prepare him for the most obscure English words. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Back in India, his grandfather feeds 5,000 poor people to pr-ay for his success. The kid cruises thr-ough the most difficult words till he trips when asked to spell Darjeeling. "What's the origin of the word?" he asks. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Clearly, you can never prepare enough for success or failure. So here is my $0.02 suggestion for parents: Go easy on the kid; it's okay to be average.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-114723349148644958?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114723349148644958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=114723349148644958&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114723349148644958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114723349148644958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/05/abcd-experience.html' title='The ABCD experience'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-114709305692984099</id><published>2006-05-08T18:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-08T18:27:36.943+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When life hands you lemons, ask for tequila and salt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-114709305692984099?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114709305692984099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=114709305692984099&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114709305692984099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114709305692984099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-life-hands-you-lemons-ask-for_08.html' title=''/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-114709305231902640</id><published>2006-05-08T18:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-08T18:27:32.333+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When life hands you lemons, ask for tequila and salt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-114709305231902640?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114709305231902640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=114709305231902640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114709305231902640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114709305231902640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-life-hands-you-lemons-ask-for.html' title=''/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-114623765599723997</id><published>2006-04-28T20:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-28T20:51:46.586+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results&lt;br&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/extraversion.html" target="_blank"&gt;Extraversion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;46%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/stability.html" target="_blank"&gt;Stability&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/orderliness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Orderliness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/accommodation.html" target="_blank"&gt;Accommodation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/interdependence.html" target="_blank"&gt;Interdependence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/intellectual.html" target="_blank"&gt;Intellectual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/mystical.html" target="_blank"&gt;Mystical&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/artistic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Artistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/religious.html" target="_blank"&gt;Religious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hedonism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hedonism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/materialism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Materialism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/narcissism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Narcissism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/adventurousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/workethic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Work ethic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/selfabsorbed.html" target="_blank"&gt;Self absorbed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/conflictseeking.html" target="_blank"&gt;Conflict seeking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/needtodominate.html" target="_blank"&gt;Need to dominate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/romantic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Romantic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/avoidant.html" target="_blank"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/antiauthority.html" target="_blank"&gt;Anti-authority&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/wealth.html" target="_blank"&gt;Wealth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;16%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/dependency.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dependency&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/changeaverse.html" target="_blank"&gt;Change averse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/cautiousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/individuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Individuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/sexuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Sexuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/peterpancomplex.html" target="_blank"&gt;Peter pan complex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalsecurity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical security&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalfitness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical Fitness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/histrionic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/paranoia.html" target="_blank"&gt;Paranoia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/vanity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Vanity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hypersensitivity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hypersensitivity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/femalecliche.html" target="_blank"&gt;Female cliche&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;16%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/global-adv.html"&gt;Take Free Advanced Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-114623765599723997?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114623765599723997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=114623765599723997&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114623765599723997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114623765599723997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/04/advanced-global-personality-test.html' title=''/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-114595005548164277</id><published>2006-04-25T12:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-25T12:57:35.500+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>I read somewhere that we dream in black and white. How can that be possible? I distinctly remember colors from my dreams, but was it my mind filling in the blanks? Its not like we share our dreams with others that we can confirm whether so and so saw the same colors we did... so what makes the scientists so sure that we do dream in black and white.&lt;br /&gt;What do u guys think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-114595005548164277?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114595005548164277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=114595005548164277&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114595005548164277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114595005548164277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/04/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Aditi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-114560911094816351</id><published>2006-04-21T14:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-21T14:15:10.960+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Movie dialogues</title><content type='html'>Like it or not, believe it or not, movies have an incredibly influence on our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the songs and sometimes the dialogues put into words beautifully what we ourselves might fail to express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a dialog that i have carried with me for years now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sapnein dekho zaroor dekho, bas unke sach hone ki shart mat rakho"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any others that you guys want to share?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-114560911094816351?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114560911094816351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=114560911094816351&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114560911094816351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114560911094816351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/04/movie-dialogues.html' title='Movie dialogues'/><author><name>Aditi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-114504036714476135</id><published>2006-04-15T00:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-15T00:16:07.166+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LIFE ( NOW AND THEN)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THEN &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making blank( crank)  calls to (prospective) GIRFRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and NOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making (blank) Cold calls to prospective customers..( :-P, SALES drugery)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Getting blank ( Dumb) Calls from someone who has acruch on you and wants to hear your voice&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and NOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting DUMB calls from someone who wants you to buy a credit card / insurance/cell phone.. blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Getting a long lecture from your teacher in front of the class about not having done your Homework!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and NOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting  a Huge  insulting lecture from you boss in front of your peers about not sending your weekly report on time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... to be continued!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-114504036714476135?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114504036714476135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=114504036714476135&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114504036714476135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114504036714476135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/04/life-now-and-then.html' title='LIFE ( NOW AND THEN)'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-114491781973507620</id><published>2006-04-13T14:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-13T14:13:39.786+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Back on track</title><content type='html'>The best way to deal with the pain of disappointment is to get quickly back on the path to success. There's no need to prolong the hurt of being knocked down by choosing to stay down. Instead, choose to get back up. Take the difficult lesson you've learned and make something valuable out of it.&lt;br/&gt;Failure is not the result of setbacks. Failure is the result of letting the setbacks stop you. Often those setbacks turn out not to be setbacks at all. For they can serve to point you in a more positive, productive, effective direction.&lt;br/&gt;When you're knocked off track, see it as an opportunity. See it as a chance to jump to an even faster, more successful track.&lt;br/&gt;When you're knocked down, it's not nearly as difficult as it may seem to get quickly back up. And it is, without question, your very best choice.&lt;br/&gt;~ Ralph Marston ~&lt;br/&gt;==========&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"I've missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I've lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I've been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I've failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed."&lt;br/&gt;~ Michael Jordan ~&lt;br/&gt;==========&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-114491781973507620?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114491781973507620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=114491781973507620&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114491781973507620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114491781973507620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-on-track.html' title='Back on track'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-114424635138247301</id><published>2006-04-05T19:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-05T19:42:32.030+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blog-Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Doctor Doctor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I have Blog Fever...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Upload/downlaod( temperature) is SOARING and just does not come down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Mouse Keeps clicking faster and faster.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And there are times My Scroll keeps spinning round and round!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My keboard keeps thumping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I will crash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am on a course of blogger, three posts a day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But i feel, this may ot be sufficient..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOCTOR PLEASE HELP!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-114424635138247301?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114424635138247301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=114424635138247301&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114424635138247301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114424635138247301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-fever.html' title='Blog-Fever'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20875991.post-114414814138578434</id><published>2006-04-04T16:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-04T16:25:41.456+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Make a moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pick one of the many moments that make up this day, and set it aside for something truly special. Take that one moment, and make it the best you can imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;In your one special moment today, let go of every last bit of anger, fear, resentment and sorrow. Fill your moment with hope, love, beauty and joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Spend that moment appreciating how truly precious life is. Experience, for a moment, complete, profound and unrestrained joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Understand, in that moment, that all you could ever need or want is already available to you. Resolve, in that moment, to fulfill the highest and best of your possibilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;In one special moment, live a life that is exactly the way you know it should be. For one special moment, be fully and without reservation the person you truly are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Make yourself a moment filled to the brim with the best of life. And you'll soon find yourself making many more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Ralph Marston ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;==========&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;"We can let circumstances rule us, or we can take charge and rule our lives from within."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Earl Nightingale ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;==========&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20875991-114414814138578434?l=untruelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114414814138578434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20875991&amp;postID=114414814138578434&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114414814138578434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20875991/posts/default/114414814138578434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://untruelife.blogspot.com/2006/04/make-moment.html' title='Make a moment'/><author><name>AlterinG Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342206953247531543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3907/194/320/M%3F%3F2028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
