<?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-10456603</id><updated>2011-08-12T13:48:05.893+05:30</updated><category term='Birthday'/><category term='vacation'/><title type='text'>An Internal Profound Taciturnity...</title><subtitle type='html'>Nothing has been Left Out to say. My friends are far away from my life, and i am forced to live alone. I have done everything in my life, but it gave me nothing except killing my time. It's my first time when i am feeling alone and i can't do anything. as a result i have nothing now. I wish my all friends live happy with their own life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-6725818054723888206</id><published>2010-04-28T10:49:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-28T10:55:50.272+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday I was a little frustated. I didnt have much to do in the office. meanwhile I recieved a mail from Devleena. It was regarding Chetan Bhagat's speech in Symbiosis, Mentioned about true happiness and spirituality of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Life is so boring so dull life is so useless it is hopeless no construction no distruction indeed one home construction before my house life is so nervous even she also was before speech sometime we dont know what is goin on sometimes we don not give it a shit stupendous fantabulous fantastic so just listen to linkin park because in the end it does nt even matter we think that we can predict the future but actually there are so many palmists who can not tell my fate exactly I even have never gone to them and what yar you are still reading this you should go home now me too though i have some useless jobless work here for which I shall not be appraised any time but I have to do this  and this is yet to be finished."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird. No start no end. there is no connection between any two sentences. Devleena is a happy going girl, she cant imagine such junk. definately she is not suppose to reply for my mail. She cant even digest this stuff :(. No idea what to talk to her next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-6725818054723888206?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/6725818054723888206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=6725818054723888206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/6725818054723888206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/6725818054723888206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2010/04/yesterday-i-was-little-frustated.html' title=''/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-7516458529510387393</id><published>2010-04-07T17:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-07T17:09:41.314+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eating alone in the cafeteria or any known place is really embarrassing. Perhaps the Korean policy is correct for this. I really feel people are laughing at me. As per my usual habit, I don’t talk much while eating, but it doesn't mean that I can’t eat with someone. When I take food, sit alone. I feel shame to face somebody known sitting near my table. That’s why I choose time 1:30 pm for lunch or skip my breakfast or snacks so that I don’t have to see many people. It’s really very embarrassing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-7516458529510387393?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/7516458529510387393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=7516458529510387393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/7516458529510387393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/7516458529510387393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2010/04/eating-alone-in-cafeteria-is-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-4259136187043421026</id><published>2010-04-05T11:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-05T12:00:09.966+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People still ask me whether I am a working or studying here. It's embarrassing moment. It's been four years working. It's been four years leaving from my college. But I cant explain. :-( I just say I'm working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-4259136187043421026?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/4259136187043421026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=4259136187043421026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/4259136187043421026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/4259136187043421026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2010/04/people-still-ask-me-whether-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-6565743731752150500</id><published>2010-03-29T11:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-29T11:32:22.674+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am damn frustated in office. I have very less work so I am free for long. I call my colleagues(Those person whom I call my friends also, They are so selfish) for tea or lunch. Nobody comes with me. They are all either busy are not at all interested. I have to eat my breakfast, lunch alone. I even go for tea alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-6565743731752150500?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/6565743731752150500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=6565743731752150500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/6565743731752150500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/6565743731752150500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-damn-frustated-in-office.html' title=''/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-7328404030233942468</id><published>2010-03-21T14:53:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-21T16:44:40.637+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life is like that...</title><content type='html'>LIfe has always been so free. Sometimes I feel there is nothing to do in this world. perhaps I avoid taking any responsibility. Takes me to keep tendency to be dull and to escape from any kind of struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to play a computer game Age of Mythology. It's an strategy game. I know I am good at it. I play as ecpert level. Situation comes when the enemy attacks to me. I resign from the game immediately. I have no idea why I cant handle it. Perhaps I can survive from it. I dont think it's positive ways. I dont struggle. I cant see myself in any trouble. I cant face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a days I avoid Gym exercises because I have to suffer, my body will pain and I'll be exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont do my assignments in office. I just avoid it. Making excuses to my colleagues, sitting idle for long, roaming arround and passing my time somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I do now a days is to ride on my bike with speed 20-25kmps in nights. Everywhere in the streets of Bangalore. Aimless, wherever the road takes me to, whatever the time it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am planning to get rid of drinking alcohol. I take it everyday till I am completely down. It's painful now. I am suffering from it now. I will have to avoid it. But what is the way? I anyways will have to replace it with something. And here I am all alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call to my friends. very frequently. They talk very formal. Sometime they dont recieve the call even. I dont know how to share myself with them. They have been so far so busy. Sometimes I feel why do I call them my friends. &lt;br /&gt;I dont like being alone. It's the hardest and the most painful. But Everytime when I ask them to go somewhere, all are busy. In my room, I listen to some music, then I play guitar for sometime, I watch youtube videos(some comedy and dance shows). This is it. Not enough to pass one night. I cant talk to my friends. They are busy. They are busy watching some serials, they are with their mom so they cant talk, they are busy playing games.  So I get a lot of time. I have no motivation so I cant think of doing anything useful. So it's just a waste. and Life is like that....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-7328404030233942468?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/7328404030233942468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=7328404030233942468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/7328404030233942468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/7328404030233942468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-is-like-that.html' title='Life is like that...'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-8989423003489755133</id><published>2010-03-13T23:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-13T23:59:11.332+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to u only...</title><content type='html'>Hey P,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each n every song I perform, I dedicate it to you. you give me power and motivation to perform. because before every performance I think that you will be seeing this. and this makes my performance top level.:-) So all dedicated to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;br /&gt;- Rahul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-8989423003489755133?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/8989423003489755133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=8989423003489755133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/8989423003489755133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/8989423003489755133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2010/03/dedicated-to-u-only.html' title='Dedicated to u only...'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-8248272905278255694</id><published>2010-03-07T00:05:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-07T00:07:08.791+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its one year</title><content type='html'>it's been One year with &lt;br /&gt;the news... i still feel loanly. I am writing this. I cant resist. please come back. :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-8248272905278255694?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/8248272905278255694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=8248272905278255694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/8248272905278255694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/8248272905278255694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-one-year.html' title='Its one year'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-184794357982907766</id><published>2010-01-19T18:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-19T18:42:32.834+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Days are going like anything... As soon as I come to office, we start for dance practice. This goes too long. our every body part pains like anything. we relax till evening. and then it's time to leave office. it's very fast and i am nervous for that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-184794357982907766?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/184794357982907766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=184794357982907766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/184794357982907766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/184794357982907766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2010/01/days-are-going-like-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-5632274877442313482</id><published>2010-01-08T11:19:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-21T14:55:57.414+05:30</updated><title type='text'>CasaFete Dance Preparation</title><content type='html'>I was informed about the dance competition in Casa Fete 2010. There are 10 groups to participate. I am in DMCIG. I noticed that the most of good and enthusiastic dancers are in other groups. I did not find many people in the meeting. There were many people interested in fashion show. Anyways, we had to select the theme for dance and to choreograph it.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I composed a theme and suggested it to the group. It was very much liked. There will be a few modifications. I have been told to choreograph it. I have some plan to do it. Let’s hope how far I take it. This is my first choreography and even first dance competition to perform.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-5632274877442313482?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/5632274877442313482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=5632274877442313482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/5632274877442313482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/5632274877442313482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2010/01/casafate-dance-preparation.html' title='CasaFete Dance Preparation'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-5876321668410880077</id><published>2010-01-05T01:17:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-21T14:55:02.632+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No Participation...</title><content type='html'>Shaona asks me to participate in Fashion show which is to be happen in CASA FETE - annual function of SISO after two weeks. I say no. She forces me to join her over there. She tries to praise me. (Nothing true) I am still stand by my decision. I says her that I am no smart guy to walk on a ramp. She doesn't agree with this.&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow I am going to give her a solid reason: "in fete there are unlimited beer. No chance to get away from it. After getting drunk, I wont be able to walk proper. So leave me to audience only Please. Thank you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-5876321668410880077?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/5876321668410880077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=5876321668410880077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/5876321668410880077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/5876321668410880077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-participation.html' title='No Participation...'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-2376084800449364774</id><published>2010-01-04T11:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-04T11:30:36.447+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A fine Morning</title><content type='html'>Today's Morning was the most beautiful so far in bangalore. I felt like a morning in my town. As soon as I came out of my flat, I saw fog out side. the aroma of the environment gave me a feeling of winter season. I felt like I am in an open farm in my town. Riding my bike, my fingres went stiff due to cold and the blurry air was tickling my ears. I hardly found the same environment in last 4 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-2376084800449364774?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/2376084800449364774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=2376084800449364774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/2376084800449364774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/2376084800449364774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2010/01/fine-morning.html' title='A fine Morning'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-3960946923063506593</id><published>2009-12-30T15:22:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-30T15:41:21.973+05:30</updated><title type='text'>why so ???</title><content type='html'>I used to like listening some songs regularly, I use to like them very much. But for certain reasons I didnt listen any song for long(I rather chose listening some rock after some time). Today when I am listening these songs, It's still very painful. I feel something has gone out of my world, something I am missing and making me dull and aimless. &lt;br /&gt;I am confused whether I know the reason or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No body tells me what to do.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-3960946923063506593?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/3960946923063506593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=3960946923063506593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/3960946923063506593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/3960946923063506593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-so.html' title='why so ???'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-92490073748454997</id><published>2009-12-29T11:59:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:59:41.117+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas holidays</title><content type='html'>This Christmas was quite enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did many things these days. I applied for restricted holidays in a week before and asked my manager to approve in case if I don’t have many assignments pending. It was approved immediately and now I had five days leave in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan was to go for a movie (New Moon) at 24th morning, then go to Hyderabad at evening returning at 28th morning. I booked Volvo tickets for that. It was really very costly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for movie with rumi. we had fun there. we went to many places after movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the shock came as riots in Hyderabad due to which my departure Volvo got cancelled. It was really tough time for me to decide to buy a flight ticket. That also was of 25th evening. Finally I bought one and flew at 25th eve.It costed me 3.5k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another option for Christmas Eve. I joined to my dance group; they had a plan for the night out. We already had decorated to our dance room. It was looking really very beautiful. Our plan was to have bonfire on the roof of Lavani madam’s apartment. We were about 15 persons to celebrate. Bonfire with barbequed chicken and some desi wine were really a fun. though I was not much interactive there yet it was unforgettable and Volvo cancellation wasn’t a jolt anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached Hyderabad to meet Arun’s i10. Arun, Shubhra and I had good time there. We went many places, watched 3 idiots, and met Vivek n Mamta (newly married). We went to CharMinar and Falaknuma Palace also. (Falaknuma was 30+ kms far and closed since many years, a useless journey) last day we went to a zoo (boring, it was Arun’s choice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While returning on Volvo I met Mahima and prateesh. They got married and returning from her Maika Hyderabad. She was looking happy. and matured.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-92490073748454997?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/92490073748454997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=92490073748454997&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/92490073748454997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/92490073748454997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-holidays.html' title='The Christmas holidays'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-4431053656535203161</id><published>2009-10-07T18:45:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-07T18:50:00.910+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions for the upcoming Year ;-)</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my entire life I lived a happy-go-lucky life. I just had a good luck that I didn't suffer it much.  I survived with whatever came to me. It was all good and bad experience. But today I think that I must know what I have to do in future. I need to fix some goals and to set them strictly. here are some interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall try to learn new things in the coming future. Anything but &lt;u&gt;new and innovative&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prepare for CAT just the same way I did for JEE. I definitely get all my focus and seriousness towards this exam. And I believe I'll get that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to keep myself fit. Just need to go GYM on regular basis. I need to take care of my diet also as sometimes I miss my lunch or breakfasts. So it needs to be taken care. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I teach some Computer stuff in a school. I need to be regular there. It should not reflect bad impression over students. For a challenge to me, I promise myself to teach in my home town at least twice (it’s far from my job place. I can’t go regularly). And I shall open an organization there to teach the needed students. A kickoff is mandatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that global warming awareness is very important for everybody in the current date. So I am planning to take this movement to ahead at least to everybody whom I know.&lt;br /&gt; Alcohols: It’s a bad thing. It’s going out of my control also. I must quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Dances, more guitars, more singing and more dramas. This is the one I am missing for long. I shall try to fill my spare time with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years and no onsite!!! I need to talk to my manager regarding this. Believe me; I won’t leave him this time. And I am very serious.  :-     :-)&lt;br /&gt;Marriage!!!!!  ummm… no… I’ll think about this next year ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-4431053656535203161?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/4431053656535203161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=4431053656535203161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/4431053656535203161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/4431053656535203161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2009/10/resolutions-for-upcoming-year.html' title='Resolutions for the upcoming Year ;-)'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-1175487323676347713</id><published>2009-09-17T18:02:00.016+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-28T16:48:50.370+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Three weeks to go…</title><content type='html'>Date: 17th Sept '09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we celebrated Sushil’s birthday in office. Taking a twist we had cake cutting and bumps party at morning itself. We beat him a lot (frankly I felt like taking revenge of my last birthday)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;Every dog has its day...&lt;br /&gt;Mine is coming…&lt;br /&gt;Let’ see how much bumps I get this time. I don’t want it like my last year birthday. It was quiet boring.&lt;br /&gt;For this day I have made some wishes. List Follow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; Lots of exercise in GYM. Cant do anything else if I am alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09.&lt;/strong&gt; Lots of sweets :-) ;-)I wish I had a sweet shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08.&lt;/strong&gt; Long drive to Nandi hills if it’s a rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07.&lt;/strong&gt; Huge Party!!!! So many people… It’s fun... I would taste alcohol as well :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06.&lt;/strong&gt; Would like to go for swimming in some waterfall (I would love it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bunk the office and go to school to teach computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dance, singing, acting and guitar :-)I want to direct a movie (short film, low budget :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to be taller at least four inches (I feel short before my younger brotherL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to go to vishvanath temple Varanasi. I haven’t seen that place since many years. I miss my college time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A date with the someone special I want ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-1175487323676347713?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/1175487323676347713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=1175487323676347713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/1175487323676347713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/1175487323676347713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2009/09/three-weeks-to-go.html' title='Three weeks to go…'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-747966455018562111</id><published>2009-09-07T08:59:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:01:19.639+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Teacher’s Day</title><content type='html'>Date: 5th Sept 2009&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I reached in front of the gate, it wasn’t that much big. There was a big holding above gate written “Vidya Jyoti School”, also written in Kannad language. But I remember my school days. I also used to go in such small schools. I called my friend Sayen. He was the one big link to me to do such kind of activities. He was taking one class there. He asked me to come in the school. I entered the school. Crossing the main gate, I saw a long queue of children. They were waiting for the lunch meal. I remembered its lunch time. Some students were running and paying. I reached first floor and met Sayen. He told me that there are three classes running currently. In each class two volunteers had been assigned. They all were teaching Computer and English. He was also busy in a class. Earlier I stood outside the class watching volunteers teaching and noticing students their behavior.&lt;br /&gt;After 10 minutes, one class was divided in two parts. And second half went into another room. Sayen took me there. I entered in the last. Sayen started announcing. “See we all know each other. But tell me who is the one stranger.” All students pointed at me. Obviously I knew this.&lt;br /&gt;He introduced me “Children, he is Rahul. He is also a Software Engineer. Who all want to be a Software Engineer?”&lt;br /&gt;I saw no hands up.&lt;br /&gt;“It’s ok. Nobody wants to be a Software Engineer. Everybody wants to become a business man. And that’s why everybody is here.” said Sayen.&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at him.&lt;br /&gt;“Rahul has come from ITBHU, who knows this?”&lt;br /&gt;Again I dint see any raised hand. Obviously how can a seventh standard student know this.&lt;br /&gt;“Who can draw India’s map on the board?”&lt;br /&gt;Many hands rose this time. I pointed at one student and asked “What’s your name?”&lt;br /&gt;“Sunil sir”&lt;br /&gt;“Ok Sunil will come and draw the map.” said I.&lt;br /&gt;He came and drew a map.&lt;br /&gt;Now Sayen asked again “Where is Bangalore in this?” many fingers pointed at the location.&lt;br /&gt;“Right” said Sayen. “Now tell me where is Banaras?”&lt;br /&gt;“we don’t know sir.”&lt;br /&gt;“ok who knows Kashi?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes sir it’s Lord Shiva’s place.”&lt;br /&gt;“That’s correct but where is this place in the map?”&lt;br /&gt;“We don’t know sir.”&lt;br /&gt;“Ok Rahul Will tell about the location.”&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed a chalk to a student. “Guys, Where is Utter Pradesh in this map?”&lt;br /&gt;One student came and made the diagram.&lt;br /&gt;“Ok well done. Now Kashi knows as Banaras or Varanasi is situated here” I drew a small circle inside the map.&lt;br /&gt;“So, Rahul Sir has come from this place. He also has done his computer engineering from the same place. You all know how far he has come now.” He showed the distance between Bangalore and Varanasi. “He will start teaching from next class. Now we’ll start our study”&lt;br /&gt;I stood at one side of the black board. Sayen told me that today we’ll be teaching what Operating system, Desktop, Icon and Folders are.&lt;br /&gt;He moved to the students and asked “Last class I told you about operating system. What is it?”&lt;br /&gt;Two students started speaking “Sir it’s a kind of software which is in every computers.”&lt;br /&gt;“That’s good. Now we’ll learn what a desktop is. Somebody come and draw a monitor screen.”&lt;br /&gt;Sayen chose one student to come and draw. He drew a rectangle. He drew some small squares for menu items, start button at the left bottom and a horizontal line for the taskbar.&lt;br /&gt;“Ok, so this is icon. This is taskbar. Does anybody know how to create a new folder?”&lt;br /&gt;Many hands rose. One student was asked to tell the whole sequence.&lt;br /&gt;This all went 10 minutes more. After that class finished. I came out with Sayen. He introduced me to the event organizer. He asked me to come to the next meeting in which we will be told about the ways to handle naughty students. After the conversation of 5 more minutes I came out side of the school.&lt;br /&gt;This whole became my first experience to attend a school as a teacher. Soon I shall also start teaching these students. I have a rough idea in my mind. I also have some plans to teach. Let’s see what happens next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-747966455018562111?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/747966455018562111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=747966455018562111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/747966455018562111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/747966455018562111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-teachers-day.html' title='Happy Teacher’s Day'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-273096578844168436</id><published>2009-08-29T13:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-29T15:33:33.338+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SISO Open House</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This time I performed in a play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      It was a completely professionally acted and very well directed. We started our practices just 4 days before. The director was outsourced from a drama company in Bangalore. The mobile group had an open house session at SAINT JOHN’s auditorium in which we have to perform. Around thousand people were expected to come in this session. This was to communicate between employees and managers relationship.&lt;br /&gt;      I with my drama crew reached there by 11:30 am. I didn’t do any work in office as I already updated to my manager regarding this. As soon as we reached we had to start practice. Many of us were performing for the first time. So it was necessary. Also we had to practice with the collar-mic and for coordination. So we rehearsed there for one or two times. Till that time it was 3 PM already and the show was supposed to start. The play was related to the employee-employer relationship. So there was no chance of much humor. Every dialog was to be serious in the script.&lt;br /&gt;We had our lunch very soon and joined the Open House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      First our vice president gave his presentation for an hour then there was a singing show. Some singers were outsourced to perform for the function. Our show was right after their performance. Everybody gathered backstage. Each of us was concern about his/her performance. Few people were repeating their lines. Some were dancing and singing in funny ways and some were taking photos in different poses. We all had dressed up with our costumes.&lt;br /&gt;      As we were behind the stage, we were able to listen the cheering crowd. The singing crew was performing very well. We were dancing behind the stage. All of sudden one backstage person from singing crew offered us to join performers for dance when performers were singing Kajraare song. I with three more persons entered dancing. As soon as we entered, the crowd went like crazy they all started shouting. We were dancing like anything. After sometime we made a circle around the girl performer. She also started enjoying this. We went back and picked some props like umbrella, flowers and sparkles and offered to the girl. At this some people from the crowd also came to the stage and joined us to dance. After some five minutes we came back to stage. All of us were feeling a lot of heat. We had to calm down for our play as it was next. We were supposed to start at 5 pm but it was already 5:15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      HR invited us to stage after 10 minutes. We stared our play. There were clapping in some scenes. The funniest was last scene in which some people were speaking about their general office problems. Play finished in15 minutes. We all went to the front stage and we bowed and greeted to the audience. Video I’ll be sharing soon.&lt;br /&gt;      Right after this, at the backstage everybody was cheering for the successful play. The director took our autograph in a stress ball. We all dispersed in half an hour. I had some snacks and came back to the audience to listen some other program. After some one hour program we all left to our place. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-273096578844168436?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/273096578844168436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=273096578844168436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/273096578844168436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/273096578844168436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2009/08/siso-open-house.html' title='SISO Open House'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-3153891055744293343</id><published>2009-08-16T15:28:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:28:56.137+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Finally happened which I wanted to do since my college days.</title><content type='html'>– A Group Dance :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always a day late to share my new blog content since I don’t have internet connection to my home still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15th Aug ‘09&lt;br /&gt;I believe that nobody of us hadn’t good sleep last night. We were given hardly a day for practicing dance. We decided to prepare a short 2 minute dance. It was a very first cultural program in SISO for 15th Aug so 2 minutes were acceptable. I have mentioned earlier how I got into the group. Earlier there were three boys and three girls. And we prepared a half for Rang de Basanti also. But then it changed into two boys and four girls. Now I can not step back from dance. So I decided to stick. First girls prepared for mera desh rangeela (Fanaa) and then our mohe rang de basanti (coed) and finally ending with Jai ho song. Whole performance was of three minutes and thirty secs. We prepared dance sequences and practiced it.&lt;br /&gt;And today it was D day for us. I got up early, reached office at 8 am to practice once with the costumes. Everybody had come till 8:30 am. Then came Dr. H.T. Sangliana (former Police Commissioner and Member of Parliament) of Bangalore with his tight security. He hoisted the flag and went to cafeteria for his speech. As he finished his speech he walked out from the office. His part of chief guest was over. A professional group FUZION was also to perform first then our performance and then again their performance. We performed very well. There were no mistakes. We all were happy. As soon as we stepped out of the stage. HR congratulated and thanked us. We congratulated each other and sat there for some time. People were congratulating us. Then we dispersed to our familiar persons. After the program finished, I came out with my friends and went to home.&lt;br /&gt;I did which I wanted to do since many years. But I was not getting a good group and sufficient appreciation to go forward towards it. And here I initiated myself and did it. Nobody wasn’t here to comment what I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qjcI5Aig9bA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qjcI5Aig9bA&lt;/a&gt; is link to video shared at youtube.com :-)&lt;br /&gt;Photos I shall share in a few days after in my Picasa folders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-3153891055744293343?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/3153891055744293343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=3153891055744293343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/3153891055744293343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/3153891055744293343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally-happened-which-i-wanted-to-do.html' title='Finally happened which I wanted to do since my college days.'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-8798008351433748516</id><published>2009-08-14T13:27:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-14T13:37:34.679+05:30</updated><title type='text'>For the independence day..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday evening we, Windows Mobile group got a mail. It was regarding a cultural dance for Independence Day flag ceremony. There was some requirement to fill the dance group. I replied back to the mailer throwing a question whether it will be a cultural program or a disco kind of dance( Even I just asked for fun only, I am never interested in such hard working activities). And after some time suddenly I got a call to come at GYM area to rehearse for the grou dance. I was told that after that small query I was into the dance crew automatically without my information. I somehow said ok to them. I did half an hour practice too( God knows that!). Now let’s see how much I do on D day. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-8798008351433748516?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/8798008351433748516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=8798008351433748516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/8798008351433748516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/8798008351433748516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-independence-day.html' title='For the independence day..'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-803389275013217371</id><published>2009-08-12T09:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-12T09:09:47.001+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A surrial</title><content type='html'>Since last few nights I am dreaming about you. Something I was trying to say something to you. Here I am trying to summarize:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I remember the first time I saw you… many years before… truly… I simply ignored you... but then I again had a look at you. It was something really very innocent and truly took away something from me. And I can not forget that first look, not even today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, you are having the most beautiful and awesome smile in your face and have an ocean heart, to which most of us admire. There are plenty of unforgettable memories in my mind. :) Still I think that the first look is always the best moment. Nothing too much beautiful, but you takes hearts of those whom you meet. Isn’t it true?&lt;br /&gt;Your sweetest smile, Perhaps A truly spectacular and the most beautiful delighted… and It just every once takes everybody's attention towards you, Now If this thought has made you sigh Or touched your heart, like a butterfly, then this is the blessing emotion Given to you :) The feel of your presence makes me happy and excited. Perhaps that’s the craziest thing in me. It’s been all time excited period for me.&lt;br /&gt;And even sometimes my friends keep asking me why I always think about you when I don’t even know you better. Perhaps they don’t know that it becomes spiritual when it comes to you. And I really like thinking about you. It keeps me out of this noisy world at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be a partiality if everyone doesn’t have someone like you, perhaps with me even. You are so much fun to be with being such a good person. Sometimes you cracked me up with laughter and touch my heart with your kindness. You have a wonderful ability to know when to offer advice and when to sit in quiet support Time after time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can just hope that your day is filled with lovely surprises and everything goes your way... I hope your day is filled with love so that you can enjoy all you do and you can laugh and talk and share to your heart's content...&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a river which has many turns... Life is not a pond of still water... it never returns... So enjoy it... Enjoy each turn... This sun is shining just for you, just listen your heart and just live it.( This one's a copied line ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after this all I am not responsible if I take your name while asking for a lunch meal or asking for a book. But it happens. You are unforgettable memory for me. There is no moment when I don’t remember you. And believe me; this helps me to live my life.&lt;br /&gt;- Rahul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-803389275013217371?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/803389275013217371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=803389275013217371&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/803389275013217371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/803389275013217371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2009/08/surrial.html' title='A surrial'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-6685391969365083657</id><published>2009-05-29T00:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-29T00:13:21.081+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Bday Naman :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi Naman,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish you many happy returns of the day. Hope the day filled with joy and happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt, as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear, as young as your hope, as old as your despair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Paul H. Duhn (some famous personality whom I don’t know :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey I can not forget your Birthday. ;-) hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Rahul Shah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-6685391969365083657?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/6685391969365083657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=6685391969365083657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/6685391969365083657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/6685391969365083657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-bday-naman.html' title='Happy Bday Naman :-)'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-1292001118379714547</id><published>2009-05-28T22:45:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:34:29.969+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Certainly an unfortunate twist..!! :-(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It was a quiet fine evening so far. Evening was as usual, tough work no support. I had almost finished my all work by 8 pm. I was about to leave late but as everybody near to my desk was leaving, I also went into hurry and packed my stuff very fast and left for basement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly it started raining. It’s the most uncertain crap of Bangalore which I really hate. I tried to run away from there as soon as possible. And as soon as I reached home, It started raining heavily and I started thinking how lucky I am. I didn’t have to get wet my clothes at all. I parked my bike and started to second floor. I still was thinking and was happy to think that I didn’t get wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly, As soon as I reached in front of my door, I remembered something which I never expected. “where is my door key ?” Fuck! That Deepak replaced it and I forgot to gather it from my desk itself. It deepened more when I saw raining heavily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was completely numb. Already I didn't want to do any extra work. I had two options now. Either I wait for my room mate who comes at midnight or I go to him and collect the key. Which was also not in my favor as it was raining since half an hour.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-1292001118379714547?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/1292001118379714547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=1292001118379714547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/1292001118379714547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/1292001118379714547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2009/05/certainly-unfortunate-twist.html' title='Certainly an unfortunate twist..!! :-('/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-6869852555402181742</id><published>2009-05-19T20:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:24:08.266+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Repeated Once More..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nandi hills!! Again!! aah... how many times… I must search a new place now where I can quietly see some new scenery.&lt;br /&gt; But I enjoy going there, whether I am going alone or with some stranger’s group. This time I went with Ameet and some of his college friends, Ameet has got a MS call from USC and will be leaving from India very soon.&lt;br /&gt; I fear from height and darkness. But this trip always keeps me excited to face even these. Though for sometime, while climbing up to the hill, I found myself out of the group and to that time, I was driving alone and I can’t explain how much I was scared by seeing the downward scenes from the road. I was literally coursing to everybody who all went ahead leaving me. Somehow I managed to drive quietly till the top. And then I started searching my friend.&lt;br /&gt; We saw the rising Sun. I had come here so many times and every time Sun used to rise before I reach to the top. But this time I was able to come on time. Sitting over the top and watching the flat lands thousands feet downwards has always been a good experience that I have reached to some place where I can forget my all worries. I at least can refresh my mind with the blowing cold wind. And think about the upcoming future. (Generally all goes in vain) We also took a few snaps over there. This time I was not at all interested for any snap.&lt;br /&gt; We sat there for an hour. And then we came down. We were very hungry. We had breakfast in Southe-Endies. It was good. Since nobody slept last night, we ramped up very fast and came back to our home to take rest.&lt;br /&gt; Thanks to all trip mates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-6869852555402181742?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/6869852555402181742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=6869852555402181742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/6869852555402181742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/6869852555402181742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2009/05/repeated-once-more.html' title='Repeated Once More..'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-4870290706621380360</id><published>2009-05-18T18:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-18T19:33:34.457+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What is that thing ??</title><content type='html'>It feels me good when I remember the old school and college days.. Certainly everybody had a great time. That wa like we were celebrating the few years withut any future worries. I also enjoyed them moment.&lt;br /&gt;A few days before one of my friend asked me... “Rahul, three years passed after you left your college, or an education period. Now you have 3 years of good experience in IT industry. Certainly you must have made a good experience of your life also. Rahul, Tell me one thing which you have achieved in this three years? And if you have more things to say you are welcomed.”&lt;br /&gt;The thing was going in my mind, I was not able to recall. I knew that I had something which I can say, but there was no answer that time. Meanwhile again I heard the same voice, “You can count your wealth also Rahul. C’mon you can think something.”&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I was more into my flashed past; trying to revise everything so didn’t heard that eagerly. But everything was coming as a waste.&lt;br /&gt;I was floored that moment. There was nothing to speak. Not even a single word!!! And the whole night I was thinking, have I really wasted this time. And there was no answer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-4870290706621380360?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/4870290706621380360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=4870290706621380360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/4870290706621380360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/4870290706621380360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-post-here.html' title='What is that thing ??'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-116073983934858362</id><published>2006-10-13T16:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-17T15:12:39.256+05:30</updated><title type='text'>So after a long period...</title><content type='html'>hi all,&lt;br /&gt;so after a long period of four months in Bangalore I am reaching home. It was a long wait for me. as I am preparing my luggage for many days. I have not prepared the schedule what I am going to do for 5-6 days there. still I am optimistic and I will try to meet my all kanpurian friends and relatives. obviously this will be great fun to have outing with family. I am taking some gifts for my parents, and some some for my brother but my sister has refused to take any gift which I bring for her. She thinks that I have a bad taste of buying goods. now what i do so that she trust on me. anyways whenever we will meet I will take her for shopping. I think this will resolve the issue for anybody whoever doesn't trust on my choice.&lt;br /&gt;Yet.. Special thanks to Amrita who helped me in buying sarees for my mother. Really I was very confused in buying them as my elder sister had been scolded me for not taking any wrong or unfitting gift. And here I just requested Amrita to help me out in this situation. And she took out some time from her busy schedule and went with me for shopping. I found that a person must have a talent for buying a saree (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ISKA PALLU KIDHAR HAI, NAHI PALLU ACHA NAHI HAI, YE COTTON ME KYA HAI?? AREY PURE COTTON ME KYA?? OHH SOFT PURE COTTON.. etc etc..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ) and demo was before me :-P. I have decided to gift it at deepawali day, till that I will try to make it a secret.&lt;br /&gt;My journey will take arround 36-40 hours. for killing this long period i am bringing a novel and my ipod as well.&lt;br /&gt;hmm... what else which i forgot.. plzz do tell me..&lt;br /&gt;- Rahul Shah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-116073983934858362?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/116073983934858362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=116073983934858362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/116073983934858362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/116073983934858362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-after-long-period.html' title='So after a long period...'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-116063361533788119</id><published>2006-10-12T11:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-12T11:43:35.346+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;So after 10 months, as I have not written any blog, I hope no reader has been left till now. Moreover writing this blog I thought I waste my time. As to be known to everybody, I joined Wipro Technologies 4 months before. I had no more option apart from joining Wipro. Leaving college is very painful as some of my friends say. I have seen some of my friends saying a IT-BHU a silly college, the old fashioned buildings and more old typical hindi type professors. But after four years they wanted to pass some more life there. I don’t know what my feelings on this topic are, as I was no more interested in living that place. No, reason was not the old fashioned buildings, nor the professors who didn’t like me.  It is something which really I don’t know. Really.. I don’t know why I wanted to leave that place as soon as possible.  Anyways, now I am out of that all those things. And here as internet is blocked to me, I can’t chat to anybody in net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things changes very quickly. Now I have got some time after crossing rigorous training here. I have not been put into project yet, so basically I am free to write something here.&lt;br /&gt;Life here is not as cool as in hostels, now I have major changes in my daily schedule. I have a habit of waking early at 6 in morning and sleeping at midnight. I have to get ready for office as the last bus comes at 7:30 am. Office timing is 8:30 am to 6 pm. It seems hectic, isn’t that?&lt;br /&gt;Well I confess I am not good in writing blogs, I don’t know why I keep on writing them…!!! ???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;contd....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-116063361533788119?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/116063361533788119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=116063361533788119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/116063361533788119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/116063361533788119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2006/10/hi-all-so-after-10-months-as-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-113605635766405746</id><published>2006-01-01T00:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-02T11:10:05.446+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LAST DAY OF 2005.. and NEW YEAR RESOLUTION...</title><content type='html'>HI FRIENDS,&lt;br /&gt;HOPE YOU ALL CELEBRATED NEW YEAR EVE CHEERFULLY. I GOT A FANTASTIC FIRST DAY OF NEW YEAR AND HAD A GREAT CELEBRATION FOR WELCOMING YEAR 2006. REALLY A NEW YEAR CELEBRATION WITH FRIENDS IS AWESOME..&lt;br /&gt;AT LAST EVENING OF THE YEAR 2005, FATE WAS THERE IN OUR COLLEGE.. SO WE WENT THERE FOR FUNTU MASTI.. AND WE DANCED A LOT.. SNAPS ARE HERE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST SOME PEOPLE WERE HESITATING..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/Naman%28364%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/Naman%28364%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BUT WHEN WE GOT A RHYTHM.. THEN THE DANCE FLOOR WAS OURS.. :-)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/Naman%28356%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/Naman%28356%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/Naman%28354%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/Naman%28354%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  SEE TO MY FRIENDS... THEY ARE IN FULL ANTHU ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/Naman%28375%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/Naman%28375%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/Naman%28353%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/Naman%28353%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AND MORE JOSH WAS THERE..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/Naman%28377%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/Naman%28377%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAH.. WE GOT TOO MUCH TIRED.. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/Naman%28361%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/Naman%28361%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME SONG DEDICATION ANNOUNCEMENTS WAS TO BE DONE :p BUT DUE TO TIME LACK IT COUDN'T HAPPENED.. YEAH, A KNOWN DEDICATION WAS DONE FROM ARPIT TO RAMYA :p, THAT TOO WHEN ARPIT IS OUT OF STATION, COOL NAA...:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEW DINNER SNAPS ARE HERE.. WE FOUR PERSON WENT TO DINNER..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/Naman%28387%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/Naman%28387%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/Naman%28386%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/Naman%28386%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/Naman%28389%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/Naman%28389%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN VT AT FIRST DAY OF 2006( THOUGHT GOD KO KUCHH MASKA LAGAA AAU ES SAAL KE LIYE :p).. NAMAN AND HIS COUSIN AKASH ARE WID ME HERE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/Naman%28397%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/Naman%28397%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/Naman%28399%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/Naman%28399%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/Naman%28394%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/Naman%28394%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/Naman%28401%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/Naman%28401%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/Naman%28404%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/Naman%28404%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL.. A RESOLUTION FOR THIS YEAR... Hmm.. I WANT TO INTERACT PEOPLE MORE AND MORE THIS YEAR, AND WANT TO BE RELIABLE TO ALL, HOPE THIS WILL HAPPEN, THE EFFORTS WILL BE HAVE A TIGHT KNOUT. ALSO WILL LEARN AS LOT AS POSSIBLE, THE CHANGE WILL YOU SEE SOON.. THAT'S IT. NO MORE DREAMS RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;-RAHUL SHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/mtv_dancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/mtv_dancer.jpg" alt="" 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/10456603-113605635766405746?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/113605635766405746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=113605635766405746&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/113605635766405746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/113605635766405746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2006/01/last-day-of-2005-and-new-year.html' title='LAST DAY OF 2005.. and NEW YEAR RESOLUTION...'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-113217912729102105</id><published>2005-11-17T02:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-17T12:34:59.006+05:30</updated><title type='text'>dev-deepawali ke din...</title><content type='html'>Hello to all my readers :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEV-DEEPAWALI&lt;/span&gt; is a hindu fest celebrated at kartik poornima, people believe that in this day  gods come down to earth and take bath at ganga,&lt;br /&gt;first time i heard at my first yr only that such festival is celebrated in only varanasi so specially. The view of assi ghaat was very fabulous. it was completely enlightened by a lot of deyas, when we reached, pray to ganga was going on. then after an exciting performance by some foreigners was done. we enjoyed a lot thr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/15112005%28009%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/15112005%28009%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steps of ASSI GHAAT were lightened with deyas.It was so designed and looking so marvelous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/15112005%28013%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/15112005%28013%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the prayer was going on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/15112005%28050%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/15112005%28050%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some of us did boating that night.. so 2 view from river-side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/15112005%28029%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/15112005%28029%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/15112005%28010%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/15112005%28010%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thr were a lot of such designs at assi ghaat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after prayer and visiting whole assi ghaat.. we did a photo-session(thanks to naman's cam-cellphone).. pictures are here--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/Image%28407%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/Image%28407%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/Image%28400%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/Image%28400%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/Image%28404%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/Image%28404%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/Image%28427%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/Image%28427%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/Image%28416%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/Image%28416%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/Image%28413%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/Image%28413%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/Image%28419%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/Image%28419%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/Image%28423%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/Image%28423%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/Image%28430%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/Image%28430%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at last mine solo pis :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/Image%28436%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/Image%28436%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaaro, i just wrote this blog to share my photos of visiting assi ghaat.. i dont know much about dev-deepawali, so if any body knows about this festival, he/she can put his/her knowledge here.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-113217912729102105?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/113217912729102105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=113217912729102105&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/113217912729102105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/113217912729102105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2005/11/dev-deepawali-ke-din.html' title='dev-deepawali ke din...'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-113208567880054596</id><published>2005-11-15T18:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-11T17:11:14.786+05:30</updated><title type='text'>seven things and i thought seven times to write so much....</title><content type='html'>It's a game if u wanna know ask to &lt;a href="http://aruntangri.blogspot.com"&gt;arun.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know who started it.. but &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;i want to meet him/her because of such a deadly idea&lt;/span&gt;. now keep on writing writing and thinking abt self life( i dont think so much naa..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khair.. chalu karte hain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things you want to do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i hav to think abt this..&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I want to marry. ;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Want to see neyagra fall.(it's my wish to god)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;3) &lt;/span&gt;want to eat food prepared by my mother.. i just love whatever she makes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; want to make surround according to me( no.. i dont want to rule, i'll just make my world heaven).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt; want to see my all friends again, they all are so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;6) &lt;/span&gt;want to come BHU again at my last moments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;7) &lt;/span&gt;oh GOD! I want to live long :P&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Things I can do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this also i hav to think so much.. cos i dont know my evil power:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; I can kill nybody.. (I like singing:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; Can make u laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; Can make excuses for anything( and that too very very easy for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; Can eat sweets as much as u serve..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt; Can listen you until u stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt; Can sleep long whether thr is too tension in my mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;7)&lt;/span&gt; Can do anything my FRIEND say..( i believe my any friend will not say me to do something which is harmful for me.)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Seven Things you say most:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; had ho gayi yaar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; are bahut sahi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; kya baat hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; ekdam mast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt; abe yaar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt; kya bola..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;7)&lt;/span&gt; are!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Seven Things you can't do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;1) &lt;/span&gt;I cant face girls..( too bad naa?? i feel very uneasy to do so)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;/strong&gt;cant be trusty to anybody easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; cant finish my course for exams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; cant see tears in nybody's eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt; cant live in hostel anymore( are yaar bahut thak gayaa hu hostel me rah ke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt; I cant put my view before many persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;7)&lt;/span&gt; and finally i cant type so much.. bahut thak gayaa hu ise type kar ke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Seven Things that attract you to the opposite sex:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Obviously will be a lady.. Now this is too hard for me, when i dont pay attention to ladies then how canm i say that such lady attracted e.. still i try for some--&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;1) &lt;/span&gt;A down to earth behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; beauty (but not sure abt it..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; smiles and giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; who know the importance of dress at each place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt; listening to everybody peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;7) &lt;/span&gt;uff yaar kya pakaau question hai ye:( i leave it here only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Celebrity crushes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's a long long list.. but only 7 are asked here..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; Yar vo JAMES wali bandi bahut maal lagti hai :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; Isha koppikar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; Drew barrymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; neha dhupiya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt; aishwarya rai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt; preeti zinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;7)&lt;/span&gt; rani mukharji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Seven People you want to tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shubhrachandra.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shubhra&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://aruntangri.blogspot.com/"&gt;Arun&lt;/a&gt; invited me to make this much. GOD do something with them...&lt;br /&gt;everybody has done it.. so thr is no more known to do this . still i give some names--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)" href="http://hgoyal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hershit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://jainabhinav.blogspot.com/"&gt;Abhinav&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://jainabhinav.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;enough now.... i dont want more person to beat me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all readers also.. you all hav so much patience to read till last line..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-113208567880054596?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/113208567880054596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=113208567880054596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/113208567880054596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/113208567880054596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2005/11/seven-things-and-i-thought-seven-times.html' title='seven things and i thought seven times to write so much....'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-113186570958702881</id><published>2005-11-13T12:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-13T12:55:33.066+05:30</updated><title type='text'>aur ho gayaa photo session</title><content type='html'>hi all,&lt;br /&gt;last night i just came to hostel after teken dinner and was planning to watch a movie, i went to my friend's room and we started searching a watchable movie, suddenly we heard a noise we came out and we saw some other friends having a cool photo session, we also got interested in that and we went there, but this time rule of the photo session was to wear goggles, arun was having 3 so we got one and jumped into the session. rest u see from the photos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting hui kuchh es tarah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/100_0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/100_0176.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rohit arpit and ashish(ramu)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/100_0170.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/100_0170.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;cow with his double effect :P&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dekho lag rahaa hai naa hero(kota)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/100_0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/100_0172.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aur jab ham pahuche to kya kahne ;-)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/100_0202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/100_0202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from left) arun Aj manish me and our bhabhi :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m sure now u know them all..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/100_0189.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/100_0189.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/100_0192.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/100_0192.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/100_0190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/100_0190.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nahi bhai abhi khatm nahi hua hai..dekhiye kuchh jalwe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/100_0194.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/100_0194.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/100_0200.1.jpg"&gt;this hero is always dashing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aur ... what to say more abt this person..:P&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/100_0200.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/100_0200.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at last.. a group photo... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/edit1.jpg" alt="" 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/10456603-113186570958702881?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/113186570958702881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=113186570958702881&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/113186570958702881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/113186570958702881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2005/11/aur-ho-gayaa-photo-session.html' title='aur ho gayaa photo session'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-113154629663777275</id><published>2005-11-09T17:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-09T19:54:56.680+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The view I see  Part - II</title><content type='html'>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;The last view i gave before u,&lt;br /&gt;here is another view..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "EMPTY" has a special view in itself.  Let's know something about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMPTY : means containing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's pronounce it..     we will say like emp-ty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now let's reduce it's first latter 'E'&lt;br /&gt;it becomes now   MPTY.......... and now pronounce it .......&lt;br /&gt;are u listening EMPTY??? u are pronounciating it correctly or not.. what do u listen??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again...&lt;br /&gt;Removing  it's last latter 'Y' ... It becomes MPT&lt;br /&gt;juct pronounce it .. and match it with last words...   tell me what u listened..&lt;br /&gt;was that EMPTY!!!( pronounce like it naa??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally you remove the latter P and then pronounce it&lt;br /&gt;what!!!  are u saying EMPTY????&lt;br /&gt;it becomes MT   and pronounciating.. it seems like EMPTY..&lt;br /&gt;is itn't??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-113154629663777275?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/113154629663777275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=113154629663777275&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/113154629663777275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/113154629663777275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2005/11/view-i-see-part-ii.html' title='The view I see  Part - II'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-113137258813612267</id><published>2005-11-07T13:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-08T15:29:11.750+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The view I see....</title><content type='html'>A view i saw is before u...&lt;br /&gt;Here i show u 4 pics of TAJMAHAL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/02_taj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/02_taj.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/TajMahalHorizontal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/TajMahalHorizontal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/taj-mahal-and-pool-at-sunset.half.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/taj-mahal-and-pool-at-sunset.half.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/tajwater1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/200/tajwater1024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u see the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; of Tajmahal changes as the weather changes(first enlarge all pics then compare the look)...&lt;br /&gt;is itn't??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-113137258813612267?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/113137258813612267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=113137258813612267&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/113137258813612267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/113137258813612267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2005/11/view-i-see.html' title='The view I see....'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-113073671769815134</id><published>2005-10-31T10:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-31T11:01:57.716+05:30</updated><title type='text'>so leaving today.......</title><content type='html'>so finally i am leaving today... at 31st.. it's all due to hod.. otherwise i must hav left by 2 days back. so feeling too much relaxed after tests...baaki ki relaxation mai ghar jaake nikaal lunga:) bas thodi der kaa entjaar hai .. vaise to aaj kaa poora din classes n lab hoti hain to maine shaam ki train jaane ke liye fix kar li thi.. par jaise hi pataa chala ki prof khud hi ghar chale gaye hain..mere ko bahut gussa aaya.. ab kya karu bahut time bacha hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khair.. ap sabko pahle deelawali ke shubhkamnayen to de hi du..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;aur apko bataa du ki dosto ke saath &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;maine&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; diwali kal raat hi manaa lit hi kuchh pics hain jo dekha rahaa hu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/diwali.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/diwali2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/320/diwali2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/diwali.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/320/diwali.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/diwali1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/320/diwali1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the pics.. we are looking like kids and cheering a lot... haha.. aur ek baat batau.. yahaan kesi ko bhi hone wale sessional TEST ki chinta nahi hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so once again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:#0000ff;" &gt;Deepon ke pawan parv Deepawali ki aapko bahut bahut hardik shubhkamnayein....&lt;br /&gt;Aap phale phoolein aur aapka bhavishya ujjwwal ho....&lt;br /&gt;Aapko sabhi se dher saara pyar praapt ho.....&lt;br /&gt;Aap har prakaar se prasann aur sarv gun sampann hon......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/soldierhrt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/320/soldierhrt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:#0000ff;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;RAHUL SHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;CSE FINAL Yr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ITBHU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-113073671769815134?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/113073671769815134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=113073671769815134&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/113073671769815134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/113073671769815134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-leaving-today.html' title='so leaving today.......'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-112681144746203479</id><published>2005-09-16T00:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-16T01:13:25.150+05:30</updated><title type='text'>few words from my expert brain!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/1600/rahul_music_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6120/809/320/rahul_music_small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hello friends, this time my topic is singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Recording your voice is like getting yourself into trouble, suppose if somebody listens ur record, then god knows that person how much he has been tortured, hahaha.... sry, just kidding....&lt;br /&gt;          but yes!! i am telling this by my own experience(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by recording my voice and by listening other's voice also&lt;/span&gt;).. I heard somewhere that in this world more then 90% persons think that they could be a great singer if given chance, but their bad luck(or our's good luck) brings them to their bathroom and there such persons finish their such wish. This happens with me also and that's why i am blacklisted among my friends, Is itn't an adventure &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I love singing and i also like those persons who like singing, after all great singers also use to sing in their childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And from my personal life.. i started my singing carrier with the song " GHAR SE NIKALTE HI"(frm papa kahte hain) in my childhood, and since that time i am countinuously irritataing persons surrounding me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and what about you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-112681144746203479?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/112681144746203479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=112681144746203479&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/112681144746203479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/112681144746203479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2005/09/few-words-from-my-expert-brain.html' title='few words from my expert brain!!!'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-112631784517238715</id><published>2005-09-10T01:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-10T07:34:05.206+05:30</updated><title type='text'>my trip to pokharayan</title><content type='html'>hi readers..&lt;br /&gt;   first i tell u what is pokharayan, it s a small town in kanpur dehat.&lt;br /&gt;  This time i am writing truly some words frm my life and this is a true. as all knew i m a pokharayan( yeah i born in that place) this place is really like a kabadkhana n i dont think that nybdy want to live thr(except some philosophers, teachers n sometime bankers( my dad comes in that)..). so i also not like to live thr n that's why i left that after my 10th.. and after that i didnt went thr for many yrs. but last summer at begining of july i got a chance to go thr for some function( n that time i was thinking to escape frm pokharayan), but as i entered thr, i was amazed.. how can a town b so changed for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really it was seeming smaller then the previous, i really felt that the distance betwn places is so small.. many changes were done, buildings n shops took modern structure, some rush has been increased, yeah but one thing is still nt changed.. it's main road is always damaged:p i always think when it will get change.. i remember when i use to go to my dad's bank frm my house, it seems very far, but this time it was very different, it seemed like frm vish to raj. n even not only this change i felt but also i imaged many changes like the municipality of pokharayan was so developed( in past it was a wide open area) . as such i didnt saw many things because i had to go back to kanpur at 5 pm but it still it was sufficient time to take a round of the town.&lt;br /&gt;but this time i was alone. my all frnds hav gone outside for graduation( me too). n i couldnt met them, i wish when in nxt time i go again to pokharayan, i meet them n to my teachers( some of teachers were real gurus, they changed my life n made it bright) too.&lt;br /&gt;n this time i liked this town, really if i get chance, i'll again go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll write further things abt pokharayan.. hope u'll like pokharayan.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-112631784517238715?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/112631784517238715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=112631784517238715&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/112631784517238715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/112631784517238715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-trip-to-pokharayan.html' title='my trip to pokharayan'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-112372885593917416</id><published>2005-08-11T08:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-11T11:16:36.563+05:30</updated><title type='text'>abhivyakti..... Abki baar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;see through page..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.abhivyakti-hindi.org/applet/abkibar/abkibar.htm"&gt;http://www.abhivyakti-hindi.org/applet/abkibar/abkibar.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abhivyakti is an unprofessional literature magazine in hindi..&lt;br /&gt;it's a great site for hindi literature lovers..... do read this site..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-112372885593917416?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.abhivyakti-hindi.org/applet/abkibar/abkibar.htm' title='abhivyakti..... 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Abki baar'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-111927427686144954</id><published>2005-06-20T18:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-20T19:01:16.873+05:30</updated><title type='text'>be the last &amp; change the rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This story is just for fun: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bus carrying only ugly people is involved in a crash, and everyone&lt;br /&gt;on the bus dies. They go to Heaven. Because of the grief they have&lt;br /&gt;suffered, God decides to grant them one wish each, before they enter&lt;br /&gt;Paradise.&lt;br /&gt;     They're all lined up, and God asks the first one what their wish is.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;The person answers, "I want to be beautiful," and so God snaps His&lt;br /&gt;fingers, and it is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The second one in line sees this and says "I want to be beautiful too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Another snap of His fingers and the wish is granted. This goes on&lt;br /&gt;for a while, but when God is halfway down the line,the last person in&lt;br /&gt;Line starts laughing. When there are only ten people left, this man is rolling on the floor, laughing his&lt;br /&gt;pants off.&lt;br /&gt;     Finally, God gets to the end of the line and asks the laughing one&lt;br /&gt;what his wish will be.&lt;br /&gt;     The man eventually catches his breath, and says: "Make them all ugly&lt;br /&gt;again".&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     Moral of the Story: Don't get disheartned for being last, as you can&lt;br /&gt;Still change others lives being last :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-111927427686144954?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/111927427686144954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=111927427686144954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/111927427686144954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/111927427686144954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2005/06/be-last-change-rest.html' title='be the last &amp; change the rest'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-111822402459399172</id><published>2005-06-08T15:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-08T15:17:04.596+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The President of India DR. A. P. J. Abdul Kalaam's Speech in Hyderabad, India</title><content type='html'>Hello guys..&lt;br /&gt;although this is more than 1 yr old but while searching i got this precious speech.&lt;br /&gt;go through: &lt;a href="http://www.galaxydastak.com/cgi-bin/forum/admin_config.pl?noframes;read=18145"&gt;http://www.galaxydastak.com/cgi-bin/forum/admin_config.pl?noframes;read=18145&lt;/a&gt; where the speech is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and comment me also how was the speech.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-111822402459399172?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/111822402459399172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=111822402459399172&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/111822402459399172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/111822402459399172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2005/06/president-of-india-dr-p-j-abdul.html' title='The President of India DR. A. P. J. Abdul Kalaam&apos;s Speech in Hyderabad, India'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-110969426499550052</id><published>2005-03-01T21:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-03-01T21:54:25.003+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Brain Teasers..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're driving a bus that is leaving on a trip from Pennsylvania and ending in New York. To start off with, there were 32 passengers on the bus. At the next bus stop, 11 people get off and 9 people get on. At the next bus stop, 2 people get off and 2 people get on. At the next bus stop, 12 people get on and 16 people get off. At the next bus stop, 5 people get on and 3 people get off. Question: What color are the bus driver's eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;nswer is:  you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What is so fragile that when you say its name you break it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Answer is:  silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forward I am heavy, backwards I am not.What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Answer is:  TON&lt;br /&gt;frm forward it's TON and frm backword it's "NOT"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What object has keys that open no locks, space but no room, and you can enter but not go in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Answer is:  keyboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have five letters.If you take the first and last, I will still be the same. Even if you take the middle letter, I will be the same as before.What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Answer is:  EMPTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You can remove the first and last letter, and even the middle letter and you would have MT which when pronounced, is empty.A leathery snake, With a stinging bite, I'll stay coiled up, Unless I must fight.What am I ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Answer is:  a whip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I am measured, I am not known. Yet how you miss me, When I have flown. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Answer is:  time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My posterior is adorned with feathers.I have a rather long neck and quite a pointy nose.I am able to fly, yet I have no wings.What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Answer is:  arrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has no top or bottom but it can hold flesh, bones and blood all at the same time.What is this object?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Answer is:  A Ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you rearrange the letters in the words "new door" to make one word? Note: There is only one correct answer.Answer is:  Rearranging the letters in "new door" you get "one word".A word I know, six letters it contains subtract just one, and twelve is what remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Answer is:  Dozens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the dot over the letter "i" called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Answer is:  A "Tittle"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can run but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Answer is:  A River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My scale is something that does not weigh in grams, ounces, or pounds. However, I may be heavy or light. What am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Answer is:  Music Scales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do bullet proof vests, fire escapes, windshield wipers, and laser printers all have in common?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Answer is:  They were all invented by women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two very popular and common objects have the same function,but one has thousands of moving parts,while the other has absolutely no moving parts. What are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Answer is:  An hourglass and a sundial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Thanx for reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-110969426499550052?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/110969426499550052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=110969426499550052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/110969426499550052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/110969426499550052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2005/03/brain-teasers.html' title='Brain Teasers..'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-110850012481309379</id><published>2005-02-16T02:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-16T02:34:37.216+05:30</updated><title type='text'>saying about Basant Panchmi</title><content type='html'>Hello friends, I have a small part of a poem on Basant Panchmi ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you will be enjoying that..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;peele-2 ped pare , patet se pat jhare,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;            priye ki pukaar kare preyasi payaliya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;peela hai paraag pushp     peela hai prakash punj,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;            peela-2 pan pada      prakati me peeleya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pachhuva se poun aayi   poorab se purvai,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;            param puneet pali   preya pyar paa liya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reply me hows the poem was........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-110850012481309379?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/110850012481309379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=110850012481309379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/110850012481309379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/110850012481309379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2005/02/saying-about-basant-panchmi.html' title='saying about Basant Panchmi'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-110691007842647748</id><published>2005-01-28T16:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-28T16:31:18.426+05:30</updated><title type='text'>a story says something.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;any years ago (approx. before crist) there was a farmer in a village. At that time there was a kingdom of famous king. The farmer had a son and a strong beautiful horse. Normally he used to work in his form and his son help him. The days were going normally, People used to say him that he is a very lucky person that his son helps him in his activities. They also appreciate their horse for his fame in all over the village. But every time the farmer used to say that this all is given by god, he has nothing for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ne night his horse ran away to the forest, the people searched horse a lot but all was useless. Farmer was nothing without his horse, and then people said him that he was very unlucky that he was very unlucky that he lost his horse which was like his another son. But the farmer told to them that they are doing mistake to think so because that was just luck. He thanked to the god and returned to his job.&lt;br /&gt;After 2 or 3 months his horse came back, but this time it was not alone it was having 2 dozen more strong wild horses with it. People went to the farmer and told to him that he was very fortunate that he gat again his horse with more horses. But farmer told only that it was the god’s willing that’s why he was in that situation, its not just time to be saying whether what is good or what is bad. People were wondering on him, but they said nothing and went back.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it occur that happiness and sadness comes together, so while training to the horses’ farmer’s son got a serious fracture in his leg, for that he became lame. Thus farmer became very alone, now he has to do all his work alone. Again the villagers came and taunted him for his bad luck. They told him that he was not lucky after getting horses and that’s why they should not be walk freely. But the farmer shouted them that this was not again a time to decided by you whether what was right or what was wrong. They had not taken any bond for deciding good or bad. People shouted at him and left him with his lame son and horses. The farmer had to do more work.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the army of neighbor villages attacked on him together, this was a bad time for all because the army of the village was few and that’s why they were getting defeated. The order of the king came that every young and old male of the village will fight with the army. This time villager became very sad. Every young person was going to fight with a big army. And there was a very less chance to win also to come back. So every person were weeping and mourning. Farmer’s son didn’t go for fight because he was lame. So the people came to him and said to him that he is very lucky that at least he will keep his son with him. The farmer became very angry, he told to them “you won’t stop your predictions whether what is right and what is wrong. See this may be very unfortunate to deciding the result in each time. Because to deciding result makes static mentality. This should not be done.”&lt;br /&gt;But ant way nobody was going to understand his thought.  As they were very sad, the king of that village won the war and he attacked over the others. They looted a lot of money and gold which was divided among the those villagers who went for fight. But this time they didn’t predicted anyting……… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-110691007842647748?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/110691007842647748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=110691007842647748&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/110691007842647748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/110691007842647748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2005/01/story-says-something.html' title='a story says something.............'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10456603.post-110690476848253475</id><published>2005-01-28T15:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-28T15:02:48.483+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hello everybody</title><content type='html'>newly I am in blogger so i dont know wat to write .... as such i m .......you know.......a lazy and very lazy guy . thats why i m not willing to write this post..&lt;br /&gt;   so&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont worry one dat i'll write too much .. i tell you ..&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10456603-110690476848253475?l=rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/feeds/110690476848253475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10456603&amp;postID=110690476848253475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/110690476848253475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10456603/posts/default/110690476848253475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulshahcse06.blogspot.com/2005/01/hello-everybody.html' title='Hello everybody'/><author><name>Rahul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03842784448021386995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5442/melf8.th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
