<?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-6991553110999057577</id><updated>2012-01-23T02:16:44.560+05:30</updated><category term='story'/><category term='roman..'/><category term='paradigm'/><category term='poem'/><category term='peace'/><category term='shaadi'/><category term='photography'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='politics'/><category term='minneapolis'/><category term='graphics'/><category term='change'/><category term='music'/><category term='mumble'/><category term='dream'/><category term='art'/><category term='school'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='I'/><category term='Photoshop'/><category term='rahman'/><category term='home'/><category term='lazy'/><category term='movie'/><category term='lecture'/><category term='angel'/><category term='girls'/><category term='crap'/><category term='bragging'/><category term='old_time'/><category term='guitar'/><category term='celebration'/><category term='funnystuff'/><category term='friend'/><category term='u2'/><category term='Y'/><category term='rant'/><title type='text'>mumbling ur mind numb</title><subtitle type='html'>just another point of view</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>178</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-2646819626733267824</id><published>2012-01-06T15:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-06T15:21:39.082+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Aromale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I am not sure about where this post will end up.But i am sure that it has been inspired by this song.Aaromale -which literally means, "my dear dearest" from the movie, Vinnaithaandi varuvaaya.&lt;br /&gt;The movie itself opened to rave reviews, the characters stood out for their queer qualities,or rather wierdness as the not so youth of tomorrow (the youth of today) might put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse is a malayali girl.She is christian.She has strict family values.She has a rich dad.She can buy a passport to america like any of us can.She loves her dad.She marries the one her dad asks her to,without shedding too many tears.Yet.We hate her.I do.Trisha post-marriage,walking on the brooklyn/golden gate bridge,pisses the hell out of me.I feel sad for "Karthik" (protagonist) .I do not know why.In fact,the movie starts (scarily enough) perpetrating some kind of an irksome feeling towards respectable,obedient and well brought up girls who love their dads a bit too much.Prejudice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange is love.Stranger are movies.Strangest is the effect it has on definitions of love.Girl loves boy,boy loves girl,girl loves dad,girl ditches boy for dad,boy is who we all want to see happy.Screw the girls happiness,screw old bonds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do i stand?Boy or Girl ? I dont know! For the world is not a movie for us to stand back and rate,we would rather be better of moving on from such scarring experiences,if it ever happened to any of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes,if we wer as creative as A.R.Rahman,who celebrates his birthday today,we would all be singing, Aaromale! in one big chorus...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-2646819626733267824?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/2646819626733267824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=2646819626733267824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/2646819626733267824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/2646819626733267824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2012/01/aromale.html' title='Aromale'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-7937935313894559967</id><published>2011-12-27T23:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-27T23:34:11.107+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Irony - an update from the past.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatest Snubs/Greatest insults/Greatest Ironies of the week ( w/e i could think of :D)&lt;br /&gt;1. Sukhwinder singh not &amp;nbsp;making it to the Oscars inspite of singing the oscar winning song "Jai Ho"&lt;br /&gt;2.Sachin Tendulkar being booed at the Mumbai cricket stadium&lt;br /&gt;3.People calling "Metallica" the greatest heavy metal band , but for some reason finding Lars Ulrich to be an insufficient drummer.&lt;br /&gt;4.Judas priest , along with Iron Maiden not being in the Rock N Roll hall of fame yet&lt;br /&gt;5.Thanksgiving trending in india #what !&lt;br /&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/6991553110999057577-7937935313894559967?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/7937935313894559967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=7937935313894559967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/7937935313894559967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/7937935313894559967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2011/12/irony-update-from-past.html' title='Irony - an update from the past.'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-2066908818743711676</id><published>2011-12-21T04:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-21T04:46:05.150+05:30</updated><title type='text'>bezier must die</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Its funny how when you want something so much , someone out there in the universe decides to make it a little more "interesting" by throwing in a bunch of crap aimed right at you.Oh heck yeah...Computer graphics , and &amp;nbsp;bezier curves...and other math , and other polynomials ,and linear algebra... i love you god. i truly do. i dont want to see your face right now ! (thats right . for now..dont send me to hell though..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-2066908818743711676?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/2066908818743711676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=2066908818743711676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/2066908818743711676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/2066908818743711676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2011/12/bezier-must-die.html' title='bezier must die'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-7362495524204395515</id><published>2011-12-09T12:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-09T12:20:43.779+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the bing way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I have always been bashed up due to my irresistibly irritating nature of cracking a joke as a follow up to every question or comment someone makes. I am wondering if this is a reallly really bad thing or if its just one of those things people like to stop you from doing because they are not used to someone doing it.I mean.I am ethically confused here. I know that i am not a very very funny guy or something.I am sure that i do make some people laugh.If people are laughing to please me , its their problem.I also happen to know that i do have an excessive tendency to do it, but its the only way i usually manage to get my point across, and sometimes, with pinch of bad humour/sarcasm if you will. It seemed to work fine until i started finding a bunch of people , adding to an ever growing list of "no sarcasmoers" .. Life as it was , officially rocks , and life as it IS , might start officially sucking.Time to say goodbye to chandler bing like ( ok i knw the comparison is too much , but just like he said.."i like to use humour as a defence mechanism") stuff or not ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A confused man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-7362495524204395515?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/7362495524204395515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=7362495524204395515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/7362495524204395515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/7362495524204395515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2011/12/bing-way.html' title='the bing way'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-5194549147356800605</id><published>2011-12-08T00:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-08T00:40:22.749+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HIGH LOW HIGH LOW HIGH LOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Sometimes it is hard to know if you are good or not any good at all..even the silliest problems can scare the shit out of you ... and crisis hits..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-5194549147356800605?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/5194549147356800605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=5194549147356800605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/5194549147356800605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/5194549147356800605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2011/12/high-low-high-low-high-low.html' title='HIGH LOW HIGH LOW HIGH LOW'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-3657773927855336289</id><published>2011-11-25T14:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-25T14:25:44.245+05:30</updated><title type='text'>this PETA thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;There was a time in my childhood when i was an animal rights lover.Then i grew up. I still think that animals have their rights.Yes they do.But in this course of growing up , i also realized that humans have their rights too.So when i see a PETA ad/ commercial that says "would you eat your dog for thanksgiving ? &amp;nbsp;then why the turkey?" I only have one thing to ask them.."Did you guys evolve from martians ?" .I mean, come on guys ! We are freaking omnivores ! We were born that way , and sadly this is how nature works ! You cant stop someone from eating meat by using cheap emotional blackmail.I am not saying that PETA is not doing anything good.Its just that they have started acting like the NEWS TV channels that start putting up soft porn kind of news when they have nothing to talk about ( rakhi sawant smooch scandal for example).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about time that PETA started looking a lil bit into the deep multi-species shit that they are in ( uumm smelly uh) , and realize that they are treading a very fine line between being stupid and being completely credible.There is going to be sometime in the future where they are going to turn into a nonsense group if it keeps going like this. And it would be rather interesting to see how this is going to look like.May be something like this .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- PETA comes up with a new resolution that its not just enough that they have turned almost every meat/beef loving mallu and every karuvadu loving tamilian into a vegan (yeah..vegan.not vegetarian) ,and its equally important , in places like india, where plants are molested to their Nth degree; that they come up with some kind of legal protection for plants as well.&lt;br /&gt;- To follow up this truly "vegetable" idea,&lt;br /&gt;a. No vegetarian shall ever touch , boil , cut leaves or plants&lt;br /&gt;b.He shall eat vegetables , but shall ensure that once he consumes them , he shall either make sure that the seeds go where they are supposed to , and not the trash / the visceral post-processing units and plumbing.&lt;br /&gt;c.If seeds are not eaten , they shall be treated like newborn babies , and shall be either buried near a well lit , fertile area (soil ie) , and not under any circumstance will allow it to be cooked ( jackfruit seed curry) or baked (like cashews) or be brewed ( like coffee ( or beer? )).&lt;br /&gt;d.He shall eat fruits as well , provided he makes sure that for every fruit he eats, he places the subsequent resulting residue (seeds) in areas similar to those in clause b.&lt;br /&gt;e.Drinking honey is not under any act.As long as you are keeping the honey bees happy. (This could be hard to determine , deterministically .&lt;br /&gt;f.No rice , no wheat , no flour.No cereals.&lt;br /&gt;g.America will now declare Pizza a vegetable in all districts, not just schools , to stop kids from skipping classes to plant their seeds.&lt;br /&gt;h.To avoid confusion about how to make pizzas out of non-grain materials , please wait for "Organic Pizza Manual volume I".I can assure you that this should not take more than 1 year.Most scientists have quit their jobs to cure cancer, and have started working on this , since this is a matter of utmost , national and international stature.&lt;br /&gt;i.Hummingbirds and honeybees shall be our new mascots, since they not only suck honey out of flowers without harming them,but also aid in cross pollination. (Federal law states that humans shall not try cross pollination with other species.But we really dont care about humans.We only care about animals.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNEX : In the long term, we do realize that there might be a problem with people dying and all that with symptoms similar to famine.We do understand that this could be a problem for you humans.But then, in the long run, we are planning to turn monkeys into "socially aware" creatures as well.This means that they might actually stop eating "bananas" and start eating some of the other things that they dont like eating.This case, we all get to have bananas...Go bananas !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : This is a frustrated human being.&lt;br /&gt;PPS : This is a frustrated vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-3657773927855336289?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/3657773927855336289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=3657773927855336289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3657773927855336289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3657773927855336289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-peta-thing.html' title='this PETA thing.'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-5167181178160611243</id><published>2011-11-24T00:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-24T00:02:22.148+05:30</updated><title type='text'>History with Math</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A lot of people like math, and more than an equal total of people hate it. Not because math sucks or is insignificant in your life.It is pretty significant. Its a way of measuring how things work , and putting it down on paper. Its almost like reprogrammable logic if you will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough of bullshit, lets talk why people could hate math..these are mixed with my experiences + some hypothetical / situations that i have come across in my life as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 1: &amp;nbsp;You have an awesome teacher who keeps telling you how awesome math is , but not why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 2:You are a tamil brahmin, and in your family getting something lesser than a 100 for math is considered to be stupid , and you just dont understand why they like math ( they never bother to tell u anything beyond the fact that they come in handy for stuff like plan drawing, bank accounting etc..oh come on !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 3: If you are good at math , you were considered a genius, but if you were good at something like painting , you were considered to be a "good painter" , who gets attention only in his painting class that happens once in a week , and mostly that is going to be replaced by an extra math class to cover the syllabus...So math played the bitch , and kicked all the artists out.Bad Math !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 4: It helps in getting your hands tired, and worst of all ,these things that you solve (like 25 problems a day !) , are things you&amp;nbsp;don't&amp;nbsp;even bother to remember. Math was all about&amp;nbsp;practice&amp;nbsp;from grade 1 to grade 12 and beyond..Not at all what a subject of such scientific caliber should be treated like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 5: &amp;nbsp;Its that one subject where you are constantly learning things that you dont see in the real world..visually ,its just not there .. remember integrals ? did u like em until they taught you how to apply them ? And that was a chapter ? And that chapter is only carrying 6 marks , and so u decide to skip it &amp;nbsp;? Or do you remember the curves ? single lines , etc ? &amp;nbsp;You dont get to &amp;nbsp;surface integrals until you reach college, and mostly , by that time u hate math enough to actually not have any interest in anything they teach you in that class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Some of this might only apply / most of it rather , only to our education system..the indian system. I think its high time we changed it before kids actually give up on something as awesome as math can be.Its all about grooming them to like it , by using the right approaches. i hope someone out there gets the hint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-5167181178160611243?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/5167181178160611243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=5167181178160611243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/5167181178160611243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/5167181178160611243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2011/11/history-with-math.html' title='History with Math'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-6120995570195004166</id><published>2011-11-20T07:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-20T07:42:14.855+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Insight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;i have just realized that i use laziness/distraction as a defence mechanism to fight mental pressure !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-6120995570195004166?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/6120995570195004166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=6120995570195004166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/6120995570195004166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/6120995570195004166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2011/11/insight.html' title='Insight'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-5896136474544411212</id><published>2011-11-18T04:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-18T05:18:52.986+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paradigm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minneapolis'/><title type='text'>Looking back, looking at myself , looking at my writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;My VR (virtual reality) , class is something that i am supposed to be paying attention in.However , since most virtual reality classes end up being presentations, done by my classmates , my mind has the tendency to digress.One of the major prop (read awesome !) about the VR class though is that we get to discuss graphics , and most of the graphics that recently enrolled grad students know about it Games ! The presentation covered everything from the latest final fantasy game to the good ol days of the game "Crash : Bandikoot". It was definitely a good memory since i kind of realized that i was really rooted to computer science from an early age.However i had always shied away from it , more so due to the fact that i found coding insanely hectic to be sitting in a place and writing something that did not make too much sense in the beginning.It was more of a churn than anything else for me.Now that i look back , i do not regret much for playing so many games as a kid.I definitely intend to turn this hobby of mine into a skill that i might be able to develop in a long run, that can help me create something better may be.The climb is pretty hard , in terms of its technical demands , but then its something that i am going to have to churn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around the same time of my school life , i was also a self proclaimed "biologist". Thanks to a lot good stuff that my dad had around my house , i was pretty much good at telling a platypus from a duck , and a cappybara from a mouse , by the time i was 12 or 13. Though i feel that one of the major mistakes that i had made going to college and doing computer science , was in ignoring my interests in biology, i kind of realize that i was just the same back then. I had multiple interests , and i was never really good at choosing what i wanted , and for sure i still need to work on it.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about work , another couple of things that need work are my skills at getting organised , and pulling it together in terms of concentrating on my tasks.I am pretty sure that a lot of people face this problem as well.However there was no reason for me to break out of this very popular mode until i&amp;nbsp;realized&amp;nbsp;that i needed as much time as possible so that i could work on things that i liked , and possibly do more than most people think or judge the popular time-frame for doing things are.I am glad that i am thinking about this , not so that i can be more successful or making more money, but because i want to do some things that are interesting , but yet at the same time , time consuming. And yeah , my hair needs some work as well. And so does my living room.Its a mess now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been a big fan of editing what i write. I believe that it needs to be spontaneous.I kind of had to take a backstep from this theory after a class that i attended today, conducted by one of the professors at the University.I do realize that i might have to start paying serious attention to any piece of writing unless its my under-read , overly narcissistic blog , which is exactly what i intend it to be anyway :D .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-5896136474544411212?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/5896136474544411212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=5896136474544411212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/5896136474544411212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/5896136474544411212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2011/11/looking-back-looking-at-myself-looking.html' title='Looking back, looking at myself , looking at my writing'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-3874236414230453526</id><published>2011-11-05T12:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-05T12:07:16.299+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;1. Learn to play the guitar ( like for real ! ) , and also the bass&lt;div&gt;2. Own a bass guitar/Electric&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.Jam in my living room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.Attend a metallica concert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.Render a kickass picture in 3D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.Get good at one sport. (haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS : Shows how unrealistic i am about life...innit ? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-3874236414230453526?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/3874236414230453526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=3874236414230453526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3874236414230453526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3874236414230453526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2011/11/wishlist-1.html' title='Wishlist-1'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-8454005360852974951</id><published>2011-11-02T21:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-02T21:06:51.600+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphics'/><title type='text'>Distorted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I am not liking myself for the way i live my life. i see myself as a lazy,procrastinating , oversleeping toad with the worst phone on earth...&lt;br /&gt;Ok, to get over the wierdness, let me explain the phone part first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly enough, i have a record of owning the worst of phones / the phones getting the worst out of me..However may you look at it , our relationships have been pretty shaky.So i am not supposed to be surprised whenever a gadget of that sort i own decides to vibrate instead of giving off an alarm , or switch off /hang when it wishes to etc...So i blame my phone first !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next . I used to pride myself for being a&amp;nbsp; " lazy smart ass" . I always thought that it is the way to be. Go lazy, take it easy and all that , and then finish the stuff i wanted in the very last minute. The part where i got it all mixed up was when it came to doing something that i liked.Now most of the things i like are done in the last minute too...This essentially means that my Graphics assignments get done on the last day, midnight etc etc..The book on rendering that i bought has been lying in the corner of my room for the past 3 weeks relatively untouched...All thanks to the lazy smart ass initiative going haywire. I need to stop it , and i do not know how .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not proud of who i am now. Really not .I need change ! and i need help ! :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-8454005360852974951?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/8454005360852974951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=8454005360852974951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/8454005360852974951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/8454005360852974951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2011/11/distorted.html' title='Distorted'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-1091178109058061532</id><published>2011-10-30T07:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-30T07:56:13.505+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minneapolis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Re-blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I just feel like i really need to vent out some of my frustrations out .. Coming into minnesota has been a wonderful experience so far, but as far as conversing ideas and thoughts out have been concerned , its not been so great. People obviously are a lot busier here than they were back in india, thanks to the million assignments and midterms and some kickass projects ( read "kickass" both ways).&lt;br /&gt;Friends are hard to find.Its even harder to find replicas of friends. They just dont exist.Its the hardest to find someone better. Thats just wrong. Every place i seem to move to has brought up some kind of challenge or the other.I had to deal with a lot of immaturity killing when i moved to my college and then later on bangalore was more of a dealing with an angry man and a crazy man all put together , both of which eventually turned into a process of making some of my best friends.I would never regret a single experience i have had with them , even the bad ones , for those taught me a lot of things the good ones couldnt have. I might have whined and cried about some , but most definitely i can say that none of the learning i got from them felt like a compromise or change that i was forced to make.Now its that all over again.The initial part of adjusting with the surroundings, getting to know the people , giving them credit instead of lambasting them with sarcasm from day one (though the intention is just to have fun or whatever...sarcasms bad no ?), being rude for fun, acting lazy and whiney just to get some attention (i almost never do that.only when i am hungry.).&lt;br /&gt;Its just new life all over again,a lil painful , but with a few benefits as well ( new professors,awesome guys to work with,some fun people and cycling in the city).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : I have made this decision to stick to the blog rather than fb for venting anything or everything.FB distracts too much no ?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-1091178109058061532?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/1091178109058061532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=1091178109058061532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/1091178109058061532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/1091178109058061532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2011/10/re-blogging.html' title='Re-blogging'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-6074291987203963894</id><published>2011-10-21T08:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-21T08:06:58.920+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Insane lameassness</title><content type='html'>Its wonderful how lame you feel wen ur going gaga over someone.The lamest thing is that u dont give a SH$$T bout what other people think about ur lameness...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOW.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-6074291987203963894?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/6074291987203963894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=6074291987203963894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/6074291987203963894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/6074291987203963894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2011/10/insane-lameassness.html' title='Insane lameassness'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-6862676550894671346</id><published>2011-07-30T20:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-30T20:52:36.409+05:30</updated><title type='text'>May fly</title><content type='html'>I go after it,&lt;div&gt;that which i cannot have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that which they do not understand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forced to live my life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that no one else would choose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rebel,a vile soul,they call me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it echoes&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;past me and all around &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my foes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stand still, watch me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laugh out loud, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i stare at myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am the empty cloud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;devoid a silver lining..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then,i dream to myself&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;vanishing into thin air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into the vanilla sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a day has gone past &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am a may fly....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-6862676550894671346?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/6862676550894671346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=6862676550894671346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/6862676550894671346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/6862676550894671346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2011/07/may-fly.html' title='May fly'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-4471680625230159150</id><published>2011-07-15T14:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-15T14:35:19.098+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>That was just a dream.</title><content type='html'>may be you ll understand&lt;br /&gt;may be you ll see.&lt;br /&gt;come one day and tell me&lt;br /&gt;that was just a dream&lt;br /&gt;walk on , lifes new again&lt;br /&gt;its not us , and not who we are&lt;br /&gt;but what we were , and that was not us&lt;br /&gt;they were ones lost,surrounded&lt;br /&gt;with fake tears and laughs all around.&lt;br /&gt;Confused and imbued with anger and hate&lt;br /&gt;with mind snared and tangled in gossamers&lt;br /&gt;with life taking its daily toll,&lt;br /&gt;with life singing long lullabies,&lt;br /&gt;we slept away our time in ignorance&lt;br /&gt;we cried away our anger in tears,&lt;br /&gt;we wilted in the sun and the summer days&lt;br /&gt;summer days brought us love,from many ways.&lt;br /&gt;We paid no heed to wat we had,&lt;br /&gt;We owed no deed to each other,&lt;br /&gt;constrained by love,and that which was aplenty,&lt;br /&gt;the deed was forgot,&lt;br /&gt;and so were you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-4471680625230159150?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/4471680625230159150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=4471680625230159150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/4471680625230159150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/4471680625230159150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2011/07/that-was-just-dream.html' title='That was just a dream.'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-2627268293417711299</id><published>2011-07-05T13:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-05T13:12:58.812+05:30</updated><title type='text'>IT MIGHT GET LOUD</title><content type='html'>IT MIGHT GET LOUD is a documentary that involves the story of 3 guitarists , the Rock legend Jimmy Page , blues/punk guitarist Jack White and the ever resonating guitarist of U2 , EDGE. The movie brings together these guitarists and covers their take on how these guys managed to pick up a guitar one day , and just could not put it down for their times to come. Jimmy page is a standing god for me in this documentary , and he is one very sweet englishman who plays some rollicking riffs..even in his late 60s  ! &lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch it if you like the sound of the guitar ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preview here : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ODidAgdL40Y"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ODidAgdL40Y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-2627268293417711299?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/2627268293417711299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=2627268293417711299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/2627268293417711299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/2627268293417711299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2011/07/it-might-get-loud.html' title='IT MIGHT GET LOUD'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-448676687965841896</id><published>2011-07-01T16:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-01T16:58:08.043+05:30</updated><title type='text'>k i dont see anything fun so far !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border:solid 1px #dfdfdf;color:#686868;font:13px Arial"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#fff;padding:20px;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right:15px;vertical-align:top"&gt;&lt;a href="https://plus.google.com/_/notifications/ngemlink?&amp;emid=CJjW9f2E4KkCFXKL7Aod_kpQGA&amp;path=%2F116178670690691097331"&gt;&lt;img style="border:solid 1px #cccccc;" width="75" height="75" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-11UFnN5XMxM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/grlnb1Uv9XA/s75-k-a/photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width:578px;color:#333;font:13px Arial;vertical-align:top;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom:10px"&gt;k i dont see anything fun so far !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="https://plus.google.com/_/notifications/ngemlink?&amp;emid=CJjW9f2E4KkCFXKL7Aod_kpQGA&amp;path=%2F116178670690691097331%2Fposts%2FEk3yu4Bupi5%3Fgpinv%3DAGXbFGze905l626wIpzslRODi75dLz9JPpkiGZwpRU_ySww6UGpPxngg8-nKXWl_L04sgHlUwDRrGMuIZwxNzeyxH-NcXZH6lFtqJ2-fh-RQOlqfKsDUIN8%26hl%3Den_US" style="color:#3366CC;text-decoration:none;"&gt;View or comment on sreekanth narayanaswamy's post &amp;raquo;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top:20px;border-top:solid 1px #dfdfdf"&gt;&lt;div style="padding:15px 0;color:#686868;font:16px Arial;"&gt;The Google+ project is currently working out all the kinks with a small group of testers. 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Bollywood, you miss her big time.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a long and harrowing year for her because of the loss of her daughter.Hoping that god will be kind to her soon.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-8026170207422582489?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/8026170207422582489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=8026170207422582489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/8026170207422582489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;She crossed many a mile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; "&gt;by my road side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; "&gt;crossed my door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; "&gt;my glass 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margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; "&gt;She stood ,she mused,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; "&gt;she wondered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; "&gt;on a dreamy night sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; 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by &lt;br&gt;and the cars by the fly by &lt;br&gt;lives move on ,&lt;br&gt;and mines a paused tape&lt;br&gt;no sound,musics too far away.&lt;br&gt;Everyday is new &lt;br&gt;and every yesterday is old&lt;br&gt;they say look at your future ,&lt;br&gt; and forget your past ,let it go cold&lt;br&gt;I see none of em, and i dont understand what they say&lt;br&gt;everywhere i look , &lt;br&gt;i wince in dismay&lt;br&gt;this world seems alien&lt;br&gt;every single passing day&lt;br&gt;let my soul go to the devil&lt;br&gt; come whatever may.&lt;br&gt;this is just a dream&lt;br&gt;this is life no sing a long&lt;br&gt;no matching steps no rules&lt;br&gt;no fate to chase , win or lose&lt;br&gt;clinging on to hope ,before the dreams too real&lt;br&gt;clutching my eyes shut,before the abberations reveal&lt;br&gt; that ,the my days are too old,the old days are too cold&lt;br&gt;and i stand with my soul not yet sold.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div 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title='Relapse'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-9180342018477554706</id><published>2011-05-10T23:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-10T23:13:55.899+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ego</title><content type='html'>Its not very often that the ego in you takes over..but when it does..it kills..real bad. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-9180342018477554706?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-4773545360519814704</id><published>2011-05-04T00:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-04T00:39:58.929+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Abstract as on May 3rd.</title><content type='html'>Its almost an end of a day and all my thoughts seem to have drained&lt;br&gt;out through the sieves of boredom and distractions.Its as normal as&lt;br&gt;any other day can get. Not too many  events, no memories, a lot of no&lt;br&gt;nothings.A lot of unwanted clutter and hidden beneath em all a couple&lt;br&gt;of jewels that most definitely fade and lose their sheen with time.How&lt;br&gt;many of them are worth keeping i wonder.So many memories , so many&lt;br&gt;moments,so many relations,so many chats.I wonder where this all would&lt;br&gt;end.I wonder if i would put em all in a jar and label any one of em as&lt;br&gt;unforgettable ,and if anyone else would would put my name in there&lt;br&gt;too.A long-term relationship with memories and long term memory&lt;br&gt;serving relationships...sounds too complicated to be worried&lt;br&gt;about.Every guys dream..a long term relationship..hehe.. I think i ll&lt;br&gt;just let that happen and go wherever my soul takes me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-4773545360519814704?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/4773545360519814704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=4773545360519814704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/4773545360519814704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/4773545360519814704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2011/05/abstract-as-on-may-3rd.html' title='Abstract as on May 3rd.'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-3505724869267856036</id><published>2011-04-08T19:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-08T19:41:07.282+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Led Zep Remasters Review (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Source/Album&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Led Zeppelin - Remasters &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Must Listen Track List &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;(Part 1)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;1.   Achilles Last Stand&lt;br&gt;2.   All of My love&lt;br&gt;3.   Babe Im Gonna Leave you&lt;br&gt;4.   Dyer Maker&lt;br&gt; 5.   Dazed and Confused&lt;br&gt; 6.   In the evening&lt;br&gt;7.   Kashmir&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;( Part 2 )&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.   No Quarter&lt;br&gt;9.   Nobodys fault but mine&lt;br&gt;10. Ramble On&lt;br&gt;11. The Song Remains the same&lt;br&gt; 12. Stairway to Heaven&lt;br&gt;13. Trampled Underfoot&lt;br&gt;14. Whole Lotta Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;This is an absolutely rollicking list of 14 top songs in this album..yes , right ! 14 top songs ! This album/compilation is an absolute worth an absolute go get ! I am not sure if this was an official release by Led Zeppelin or not , but if you are someone who has heard of the band and is looking for some of their best, then this is the right place to start ! The quality of the mastering is also good , and really shows through in some of the songs like &lt;i&gt;Dyer Maker&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Before i review the tracks , I would like to thank my college friend Manjunath for intro-ing me to Led Zepps music.I am so not regretting it! I hope you dont (or arent ) too. If you are , then god save you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The &lt;b&gt;Remasters&lt;/b&gt; compilation brings together a whole array of songs , composed diversely, under different arrangements,and most importantly in different times.It gives an insight into how the music of Led Zeppelin jumps from their earlier guitar heavy /vocal heavy nature to more eclectic/subtle composition oriented numbers (say , like Kashmir)&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;1.&lt;i&gt;Achilles Last Stand&lt;/i&gt; - This is more of an instrumental/bass and guitar driven number that you can only see led zeppelin do.Why you ask ? Coz only robert plant can sing like jimmy paiges guitar ! The incredible bass lines, stellar guitaring and the grooviest drumming by John Bonham takes this song to super-grooviness , and then Robert Plant takes over and transforms the trance into nirvana in ways only he can do with his sound box :).&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;2.&lt;i&gt;All Of My Love &lt;/i&gt;- This  boy burns down to the synthesizers .. Its all John Paul Jones and Plant here.The drum has not been overplayed (and very cleverly avoided to preserve the feel of the song).Jimmy paige pitches in with those guitars that can turn any song into nirvana.Must be heard to be appreciated.In my book , its one of Led Zeps best works for sure&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;3.&lt;i&gt;Babe Im Gonna Leave You &lt;/i&gt;- There are only a few songs in this world that will grab you like no other.This song is one of them.It makes you realize that someone like Plant was destined to meet Jimmy Paige.And thank god that Jimmy Paige knew about John Bonham and oh thank god that John Paul Jones had decided not to choose studio sessions over band jam sessions.This song is it .This song has led zeppelin all over it.Every note from the guitar , every improvised phrase from Plant.Every thumping snare beat from Bonham and every carefully played bass note from Jones.This is led zepp at its best.So effortlessly conveying it through a very tough to replicate music.Music that is Led Zepp ,and will remain so.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;4.   &lt;/i&gt;Dyer Maker - This one is a very soft number by the band,in the lines of other numbers like &lt;i&gt;Fool in the Rain&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;All Of My Love&lt;/i&gt;.The rendition by plant is top notch and he makes you believe that no else can even have an attempt at the subtle attempt at the nuances and highs that he takes us through this song.The song is Plant himslef and as you keep listening , you might start wondering whether Led Zepp songs can be covered by anyone else at all , with the same ferocity and emotions.&lt;i&gt;Paige &lt;/i&gt;plays on this track like a master craftsman, performing a similar role to a jazz drummer who lets the leading instrumentalists take stage and covers the subtle nuances.Subtle, yet brilliant&lt;i&gt;.&lt;br&gt; 5.   Dazed and Confused - &lt;/i&gt;This is a percussionists melody.And Plant butts in as well.Its kinda hard to stop Plant from butting in at any place in any song, coz that boys got some voice.The whole melody and the feel of the song is carried by plant , and John Bonham drives the slow,painful feel with some brilliant wrist work and intelligent rolls on the drums.Jimmy paige takes over at the end with the most soul tearing guitar licks that you would ever hear.The song starts slowly and to a fitting end that would leave you with just one single agenda..Repeat !&lt;i&gt;&lt;br&gt;  6.   In the evening -&lt;/i&gt; This is by far my favourite led zeppelin song.Through this song , I have learnt that Rock and roll neednt always be loud,there neednt be a structure to the vocals , and no stanzas ! Plant is a master here.he knows when the riffs are moving , when the rolls are coming adn when the drummer is going to break .I am not sure if its all improvisation, but even if programmed that way , it would take some creativity to keep a song like this going on one single riff (Jimmy ? how ? ) , and still keep it interesting.John Bonham needs no mention.Hes a hero already, and he keeps upto his legendary standards.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br&gt; 7.   Kashmir&lt;/i&gt; - Time to thank Jones again ( pianist/ and almost every other non-guitar and non-drum instrumentalist) for the arrangement.The song starts of with a rollicking score to start with and thumping percussions.Haunting vocals by Plant and the orchestra like arrangement makes this song a very sumptous listening experience.More dynamic than any of the older led zepp counterparts.The song also has a very indianish feel to it , although i suspect that it could be any other local folk flavour as well.The experimental nature of the song,renders itself beautifully ,given the fact that most other led zeppelin songs are nothing like it.You will definitely enjoy this one.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-3505724869267856036?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/3505724869267856036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=3505724869267856036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3505724869267856036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3505724869267856036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2011/04/led-zep-remasters-review-part-1.html' title='Led Zep Remasters Review (part 1)'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-1483220538958911361</id><published>2011-04-01T21:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-01T21:17:45.182+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Will there be peace on earth ?</title><content type='html'>This question , among a million other trillion vicious circle creating problems ( like say the chicken-egg-chicken-egg-chicken-egg..) has been asked and analysed by a million jobless philosophers ,students,politicians ( analysis courtesy their personal secretaries mostly),scientists,jobless retards after a drink,man trying to show off his la-passion to the country to impress a woman and countless more...most of em ending up in a diplomatic  &amp;quot;GOD KNOWS &amp;quot; , &amp;quot;IT IS POSSIBLE IF PEOPLE TRY&amp;quot; and &amp;quot; IF AMERICA TRIES&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;IF THE SUN SETS IN THE EAST&amp;quot; etc...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;But for me , the  answer is a blatant  &amp;quot; NO &amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Before u slam this window shut ! I got reasons too !&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;EGO &lt;/b&gt;- we are an egoistic kind.We like to defend ourselves.If you are saying &amp;quot;NO&amp;quot; ..well then  , holy art thou..but then , i DO have an EGO.I like to defend myself , and so do many others..SO well established..WE all like to stick to our opinions.&lt;br&gt; 2.&lt;b&gt;Pseudo Nationalism Disorder &lt;/b&gt;- This i tell you, though very admirable and innocent and going for the right causes included, is a stupid emotion that most people would rather not introspect on.Coz , if they love their country , they think that its enuf that its left there.No one wants to go deeper into why they love it..Well fucking obviously u love it for the people and the places u have there , and not for the statistics on &amp;quot; how many pakis did indian soldiers grill last weekend at the LOC&amp;quot;.So , people who will fucking kill themselves / pakistanis for upkeeping nationalism ratings will play the &amp;quot;LOSERS&amp;quot; or spoilsport.Mind you, they are very passionate and true to what they think.They are not wrong to do so.But just coz something is right doesnt mean that it serves the bigger purpose.Stupidity shall prevail here forever coz non-rationalistic emotions will always dominate introspection and abstaining from an over-reacton (like AAHH..all those pakki terrorists !!! - even if u knew that they werent all terrorists :)) .&lt;br&gt; 3.&lt;b&gt;Ignorance&lt;/b&gt; - Enuf said, we are most definitely unaware of our ignorance..Like not believing / in fact ignoring facts like a terrorist having a mom and a daughter who they love very much.A man who has lost everything and is ready to do anything to get it back.Or confusing muslim preachings to ethical cleansing.Killing out christianity in the name of the prophet.Killing muslims in the name of &amp;quot;Hindutva&amp;quot; etc.&lt;br&gt; 4.&lt;b&gt;Confusing &lt;/b&gt;personal vengeance for a nationalist agenda - If an army man gets killed , and army man can get another one killed.If an innocent gets killed,an innocent can kill another...But why kill a million innocent for the sake of one ? Y kill a million innocent for the sake of a million army men ? Y kill a million army men for the sake of 10 dictators ? Are we blind ? When will we wake up ? &lt;br&gt; 5.&lt;b&gt;Restlessness &lt;/b&gt;- We cant subside to the fact that war breeds war.Vengeance breeds vengeance.Everyone has the right for it . Every terrorist , every innocent.Still why dont we stop killing ? &lt;br&gt;6.&lt;b&gt;Nascence &lt;/b&gt;- We as humans are a million years old.But as a civilization we are very nascent.Hopefully in a million years , we would either wipe ourselves out completely or act like we were born as a civilization and not like we are playing &amp;quot; survival of the fittest&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Adios :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-1483220538958911361?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/1483220538958911361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=1483220538958911361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/1483220538958911361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/1483220538958911361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2011/04/will-there-be-peace-on-earth.html' title='Will there be peace on earth ?'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-4712534829212419894</id><published>2011-03-08T20:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-08T20:33:26.980+05:30</updated><title type='text'>XPS 15 updates</title><content type='html'>Dangg ! XPS 15 to be back on March 25th ! super. now i just need to wait and see..or bug the dell call centre again :) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-4712534829212419894?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/4712534829212419894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=4712534829212419894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/4712534829212419894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/4712534829212419894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2011/03/xps-15-updates.html' title='XPS 15 updates'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-5143998932232010572</id><published>2011-03-07T12:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-07T12:23:52.420+05:30</updated><title type='text'>XPS 15</title><content type='html'>I was planning on buying an XPS 15 , DELL this month.I check the site for an update on the prices and i see that it has stopped sellin them on the site.Alarmed a lil bit by this , i called up the DELL call centre and found that it is only a temporary halt in sales and its going to be back up as soon as DELL can meet up with the huge demands for the product.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I rested my hopes on the 15&amp;quot; series Inspiron and decided to check it out at the DELL store nearby.To my disappointment, i found the build quality worse than the DELL Studio 15.The sales person at the shop told me that XPS 15 is out of the market for good.This wasnt working well for me.I decided to trust the call center guy instead..&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;On googling out for the XPS 15, i found this link , which makes &lt;a href="http://news.cnet.com/8301-17938_105-20035032-1.html"&gt;matters worse&lt;/a&gt; .Looks like DELL is playing demand increases , price increases game here.&lt;b&gt;If they are&lt;/b&gt; , it is as cheap as they can get.Smart asses.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-5143998932232010572?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/5143998932232010572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=5143998932232010572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/5143998932232010572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/5143998932232010572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2011/03/xps-15.html' title='XPS 15'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-2218332410280510208</id><published>2011-03-03T02:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-03T02:17:10.630+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My late new year resolution</title><content type='html'>Ha,they say its better late than never ..Well m not talking about what you are thinking , pervert..that is when they say, its better late than early !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But , that apart, I v decided not to whine on my blog anymore..So from now only happy flowery colourful stuff..i ll soon replace the white background with some blossoms , just to be symbolic..hmm .naah may be i wont. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-2218332410280510208?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/2218332410280510208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=2218332410280510208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/2218332410280510208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/2218332410280510208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-late-new-year-resolution.html' title='My late new year resolution'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-9212575940739245965</id><published>2011-03-01T17:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-01T17:03:37.552+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Stare Paradox</title><content type='html'>So m in a 500c.Its what you call a volvo that goes from ITPL to Banashankari.The bus was pretty okay in terms of crowd.You could see anyone sitting a 10 -15 metres away from your seat.So this would directly be the hypothetical ladies seat in the bus. (its hypothetical because there is no seat marked ladies in the volvo bus.But you would always find a great concentration of ladies only in these 8 seats located towards the anterior side of the bus).&lt;br&gt; The next thing that follows when you usually sit in a bus involves looking around for anything interesting , be it outside the window or inside the bus.And its kind of imperative that , if you find a cute girl in it , you would not be able to stop taking momentary glances at her.This doesnt essentially mean checking out the chick from top to bottom.&lt;br&gt; I have done only a handful of portraits ( 2 to be precise).This was done when i was an absolute noob ( now m not absolute...kinda relative u can say) .And the next aim it to shoot a feminine one (i swear that its an obsession that most boys have ) .So when you see a pretty girl, you are pushed to prolong those staring glance seconds window by a couple of seconds.It is a little unfair if anyone out there calls me a pervert here.Come on ! I was just checking the light on her face and how it would look in a studio.You know , how much her nose would need to be hidden to avoid her from looking like a piglet and how much the curls of her hair would complement her long face..and all that ?? !! ? no ? &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Its hard to tell this to some guy who thinks that you are better off begging in the streets than pursuing photography ( even i feel the same way sometimes..but m up on my confidence usually).I chose the hard way and got a reply which was as good as the answer to &amp;quot;machaa can i borrow your LOTR book ?? &amp;quot; . Yes the answer was &amp;quot; go f**k urself&amp;quot;.Hmm..Now i am on the verge of giving up this activity, especially since the girl reacted by changing her seat from facing me to me facing her duppatta over her head....&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;And wait !! Its not like girls dont want to be stared at . They like it . And its not like m gonna follow her around or m doing it with my mouth half open..Its not ! You girls should be ashamed of yourselves !! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; But for now . i guess its just staring at pretty models in flickr... &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-9212575940739245965?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/9212575940739245965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=9212575940739245965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/9212575940739245965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/9212575940739245965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2011/03/stare-paradox.html' title='The Stare Paradox'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-3333985388752256682</id><published>2011-02-28T13:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-28T13:20:30.487+05:30</updated><title type='text'>7 Khoon Maaf - Different .Loved it !</title><content type='html'>Vishal Bharadwaj is known as a director for his brilliant adaptation of classics...A lot of people have not read them ( my roomie has ) , but still , they seem to like em, simply because of the earnest ferocity in the plot of such movies....&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Othello aka Omkara , is one of his noticeable hits , and well ,no one can mistake Saif Ali Khans performance nor Ajay Devgans for bad acting.It was simply one helluva multi-starrer with the characters blending in magnificently with the star charisma.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Then came along Kaminey ,with some very snazzy ( i dunno wat else to call it) cinematography and some surrealist ,if not Quentin Tarantinoish , but yet still western stylish narration and a very stylish actor in Shahid Kapoor along with a very earthy yet glamorous priyanka chopra.No one hated that movie either.Prolly coz the music was good and all was forgivable as long as there was some love interest in teh background and some manly action in the foreground (and plenty of horse &lt;a href="http://riding.no"&gt;riding.no&lt;/a&gt; pun intended.)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;It was yet another turn for Vishal Bharadwaj to do something different...And he chose fiction/fantasy or whatever you call it.So much fantasy, so dark in ways that can either make you feel some kind of sympathy for the protagonist or hate her for her lack of respect for human life.Well whatever it might be, it was one bold move.Suzanna is one hell of a character.You cant explain what she does.She couldnt be real.Even if you do try to portray her with the most complicated state machine diagrams (cause-&amp;gt;effect), you are going to fail incredibly....&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Unless..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You start believing that it is possible for a person to sincerely love someone and believe that they have all rights on that person.Treachery is a sin and any sinner needs punishment. This reminds me of a line from the movie itself, where the protagonist is said to have been someone &amp;quot; who kills mad dogs rather than leave them alone&amp;quot; . This virtue( i dont think i should call it that.But in the context of the movie , it is definitely forgivable to call it so), that the protagonist has , has been so wonderfully portrayed in every way possible.The camera work in this movie is slightly on the darker side.Why not , no one is here to see the faces.! Priyanka chopra expresses herself beautifully.Not once does she look to be falling out of her character at any point of time.The make up is brilliant (and odd at times) , and the score is haunting..Im not much of a man who can judge the direction of the movie , but i thought that this was awfully well put together, though the sequential treatment of the timeline could have been avoided to reduce the boredom factor.Only someone incredibly absorbed in the depth of the characters would ideally be pleased in watching this.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;PS : This is not a movie that everyone will like.So in a popular ratiing system ( call it the TOI rating), the movie is a 3 starrer.This is just because most people like movies with the oomph factor/ an entertainment quotient.This movie needs to be treated with respect ..If you start empathizing with the character in the movie, you might end up liking it , otherwise i would kinda feel sorry for you :D . &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- 7 khoon maaf.Waiting for more movies like this .&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-3333985388752256682?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/3333985388752256682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=3333985388752256682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3333985388752256682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3333985388752256682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2011/02/7-khoon-maaf-different-loved-it.html' title='7 Khoon Maaf - Different .Loved it !'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-1992355524748563375</id><published>2011-02-21T20:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-21T20:33:25.878+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Photograph-her ! (2)</title><content type='html'>My sis takes insane pics sometimes.This time she has taken one helluva black and white.Daarn ! Shez good ...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Rock on sissy ! :P&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-1992355524748563375?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/1992355524748563375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=1992355524748563375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/1992355524748563375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/1992355524748563375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2011/02/photograph-her-2.html' title='Photograph-her ! (2)'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-3879976039698555940</id><published>2011-02-21T20:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-21T20:32:13.768+05:30</updated><title type='text'>insane swings.</title><content type='html'>Lately, i have been working a little overtime with myself. a  little too critical about everything i do and of course that involves a lot of re-examinations.Not a great fan of doing it , but the people around me make me feel like i should stop and look at whatever it is that i am about to do . &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Freedoms taken on a whole new meaning for me. People are creepy at times.Not that i am complaining.Its just that college was awesomer :) .&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And god , thank you for John bonham.and no thank you for making him die in his own puke.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-3879976039698555940?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/3879976039698555940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=3879976039698555940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3879976039698555940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3879976039698555940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2011/02/insane-swings.html' title='insane swings.'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-1998175915016619669</id><published>2011-02-10T17:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-10T17:58:01.787+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When we love.</title><content type='html'>There was a time , when i had some questions regarding what real love was , or what real selfless love was.It obviously , is a real dicey topic to talk about.But however my senior Milind took it up with some real seriousness, instead of giving me a condescending smirk,along with a &amp;quot;why the hell do you sound doped&amp;quot;.He told me a story of a girl and a boy which went like this . &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;The boy was given 10 chocolates by the girl and in return he gave her back 10 marbles. The girl told the boy that &amp;quot;if i really love you , i would never open the box of marbles ,and if it is the same with you , you will never open it either.Lets see how long we can keep the marbles until we know its true &amp;quot; . &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;The boy gets excited and he says Ok.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In the night , he starts to fear if the girl really loves him / was fooling around with him. He suspects that she might eat all his chocolates and fool him the next day.He goes and checks with her and sees that she was speaking the truth.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;The next day the girl shows up crying , and asks him &amp;quot; i saw you at the window peeking...what the hell were you doing ! &amp;quot; ... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love is the same..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Brood on... :)&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-1998175915016619669?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/1998175915016619669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=1998175915016619669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/1998175915016619669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/1998175915016619669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-we-love.html' title='When we love.'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-3860325266732445708</id><published>2011-02-07T00:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-07T00:28:48.865+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fwd: As you saw,so shall you perceive</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;A human mind is so freaking vast that it can either interpret this statement to be the &amp;quot;futile attempt of a defunct brain to show off its linguistic capabilities&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;an attempt to accentuate nothingness&amp;quot; or infact &amp;quot;attempt to accentuate the bizzare nature of the topic , and how surprised the author is with it&amp;quot;.Interpret it your way.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Before i go into self recursive,mildly (hugely) digressing explanations within explanation,lemme tell you what i am trying to talk about.We all have perceptions and we all have our own ways of defining what each and everything in this world is , and our own opinions about how it actually should be..Sometimes , even the most usual of circumstances seem strange to us , and the most unusual extremely mundane and boring.Thats what makes WE,the world - so united in diversity ,and so fucking volatile at the same time.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Gandhiji once said that (i dont remember the exact quote from his book - &amp;quot;My experiments with truth&amp;quot;) - &amp;quot;I will forgive a man who hurts and hits me , and hope that god will forgive him for his narrow mindness,because he sincerely belives that what he is doing is right and only so because of lack of understanding &amp;quot; .&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;It seems so unfair that something you sincerely believe in,gets bashed up by your best friend sometimes....Makes you question everything around you.Its no mean thing to understand each other is it ? Think again ...&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt; -- I am definitely bedazzled by the wide array of opinions that people have, and sometimes , it makes me doubt mine or may be , redefine mine.Men are confusing..Women are more confusing ofcourse :P&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-3860325266732445708?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/3860325266732445708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=3860325266732445708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3860325266732445708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3860325266732445708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2011/02/fwd-as-you-sawso-shall-you-perceive.html' title='Fwd: As you saw,so shall you perceive'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-6333487575244883562</id><published>2011-02-02T13:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-02T13:47:39.066+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love/Friendship</title><content type='html'>There is no love , no friendship.One heart talking to another.And they decide to talk forever.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-6333487575244883562?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/6333487575244883562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=6333487575244883562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/6333487575244883562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/6333487575244883562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2011/02/lovefriendship.html' title='Love/Friendship'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-8801625367564979488</id><published>2011-02-02T13:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-02T13:40:33.576+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Unwind</title><content type='html'>Life it is ,&lt;br&gt;Life it was&lt;br&gt;Never saw it change&lt;br&gt;blank canvas&lt;br&gt;I let myself out&lt;br&gt;Spilled myself on it&lt;br&gt;Let people watch,&lt;br&gt;Scorn and scowl upon it&lt;br&gt;Could have been ugly,&lt;br&gt;this projection of me,&lt;br&gt;its me nevertheless,&lt;br&gt; it was for you to see&lt;br&gt;watch it if you like,&lt;br&gt;else please leave,&lt;br&gt;this is my life,&lt;br&gt;let me live.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-8801625367564979488?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/8801625367564979488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=8801625367564979488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/8801625367564979488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/8801625367564979488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2011/02/unwind.html' title='Unwind'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-3517236917035146473</id><published>2011-01-08T16:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-08T16:58:55.264+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE MOST ENLIGHTENING CALCULUS BOOKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a lil something that i found when i was looking for calculus books..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://math-blog.com/2007/05/13/the-most-enlightening-calculus-books/"&gt;http://math-blog.com/2007/05/13/the-most-enlightening-calculus-books/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-3517236917035146473?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/3517236917035146473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=3517236917035146473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3517236917035146473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3517236917035146473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2011/01/most-enlightening-calculus-books.html' title='THE MOST ENLIGHTENING CALCULUS BOOKS'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-562204717164987062</id><published>2010-12-15T00:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-15T00:01:08.068+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Human.</title><content type='html'>I look at the street, i see people&lt;div&gt;I look at you and i see you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see you everywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everywhere i go every where i roam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Alter Ego&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are not saint &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; You are no angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are no sin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are no sacrifice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have no shape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have no face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are a man,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just what you were meant to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see no sin,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;You see no sinners&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just people who just walk by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No losers no winners&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a man, talking to another,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No thief,no justice,just one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;existing of another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see no justice&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Not coz justice is blind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see no justice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz justice is for the blind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz whats for the blind you cannot see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz whats for the blind you cannot see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The blind see no man&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;The blind see no faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The blind see no love,nor lovely blossoming flowers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The blind will see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What they want to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They see a saint,an angel,a shape ,a face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They see sin,they see sinners,they see losers&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;And they see winners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Lets be human first.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-562204717164987062?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/562204717164987062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=562204717164987062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/562204717164987062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/562204717164987062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/12/human.html' title='Human.'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-3735509636514965788</id><published>2010-12-09T19:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-09T19:18:31.074+05:30</updated><title type='text'>good riddance</title><content type='html'>every where i go,every place i see&lt;br&gt;every day , every night , i see me&lt;br&gt;letting go,my past has past,&lt;br&gt;you and me we could never last&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The world smiles with a cold summer rain&lt;br&gt;i see my smile in the pools of your eyes &lt;br&gt; see myself trying in vain&lt;br&gt;if only i could let go of the pain&lt;br&gt;it reeks on never dousing the flames,&lt;br&gt;merciless still , in the cold november rain&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-3735509636514965788?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/3735509636514965788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=3735509636514965788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3735509636514965788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3735509636514965788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-riddance.html' title='good riddance'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-1828610264405847381</id><published>2010-12-06T18:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-06T18:57:26.207+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The perfect design</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;A genius design can always overcome ordinary coding skills.......&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;                  -  I hate coding redundant stuff now.Especially since i wasted around 12 nights just dukin it out in the office for something that could have been done in 3 days.How did i know ? I did it in 3 days later on...Deleted the entire shit , and replaced it , in 3 days....Designing is a very major part of coding.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I learnt it the hard way...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And thank god for it. &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-1828610264405847381?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/1828610264405847381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=1828610264405847381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/1828610264405847381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/1828610264405847381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/12/perfect-design.html' title='The perfect design'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-8855201188310491372</id><published>2010-12-03T15:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-03T15:18:33.552+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Early morning</title><content type='html'>Got up at 12 today after a nice night out at the office till 5.Pathetic.Yeah.&lt;div&gt;Went up to the cafeteria, at around , 2 . NDTV was playing yet another pliagiarization of the Brangelina couple , calling it the Saifeena.I dont get whats with these news channels.K , it convenient to call them that , but really ? Isnt it so darn irritating to read something like Saifeena ? I mean , it sounds like some kind of dish washing powder for christs sake ! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have had enough of this gates and feena crap...And i have had enough of these people sensationalizing stuff.Also , in a way they kind of remind me of the show off guy at the pub in Good Will Hunting...Flaunting knowledge to impress,with absolutely no originality....Get a life you news channels ! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have been watching the same trend with movie reviews too.No one talks about why they didnt like the movie.How can you not like the movie if the characters looked like that from a Hugh Grant movie ? Did you get bored or entertained ? Thats what matters to me.Kinda makes you skeptic when the same review ends with, &amp;quot; All the characters have done a good job in acting and were funny&amp;quot; , and &amp;quot; the dialogues are really slapstick , like from a Hugh Grant movie &amp;quot; , and &amp;quot;You dont get the same vibe as that from a F.R.I.E.N.D.S sitcom&amp;quot; ..I mean , wtf ? It would be like saying that John Abraham is a bad star coz he shares looks with his mother.. ( No insults here.Just making an odd comparison.Sorry Johns mother)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-8855201188310491372?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/8855201188310491372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=8855201188310491372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/8855201188310491372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/8855201188310491372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/12/early-morning.html' title='Early morning'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-1180931975479758964</id><published>2010-12-02T16:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-02T16:02:43.603+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Being Human</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;A man who doesnt value a dogs life will never learn to value a fellow beings as well.&amp;quot; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-1180931975479758964?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/1180931975479758964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=1180931975479758964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/1180931975479758964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/1180931975479758964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/12/being-human.html' title='Being Human'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-6773831132107567484</id><published>2010-11-28T20:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-30T07:18:18.354+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thirsting</title><content type='html'>The flame it burns,&lt;div&gt;Inside me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reeks on , everything that i hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gasping for breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wallows, inside &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the hallows of my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flame it burns,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in wait,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;it shall seize,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doused and forgotten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whats hidden &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shall stay hidden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you said hello,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i took this world for a given&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-6773831132107567484?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/6773831132107567484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=6773831132107567484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/6773831132107567484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/6773831132107567484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/11/thirsting.html' title='Thirsting'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-2990287029357783132</id><published>2010-11-28T00:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-28T00:36:01.198+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>It was homecoming.She was overjoyed.Overwhelmed to be home,gonna miss those days in Sikkim.But that is nothing compared to this.Home has been missed a lot, so have been friends.So has it been the other way round.Must feel great to be missed.Truly.She thanked god for that.For a family.For friends.It was an unusually cold day at Guwahati.The flight would be taking off at 4 am.Unusually early.But she felt warm.She felt at home already.&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is not much you can do when you are have been waiting for a homecoming for 5 years.An unusually long time.But she waited.And the wait was over.Well, almost.But the last 6 hours lasted more than all the 60 months she had spent waiting.It was a sweet homecoming indeed.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   - Waiting for my homecoming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  - Me.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-2990287029357783132?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/2990287029357783132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=2990287029357783132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/2990287029357783132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/2990287029357783132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/11/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-6027176041183638875</id><published>2010-11-27T19:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-27T19:49:47.973+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams of an Insomniac</title><content type='html'>the breath stops,so does the screaming&lt;div&gt;so does every bit, of my senses , dreaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was never so real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cringing in my slumber , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i scream to be free, for the pain that i feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;could never be pain, for the real.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I fight to tear , into my insecurity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i fight to lie , to my naivete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i pull myself out of chasms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mighty cruel and insensitive sarcasms,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i get up, run as far away as my legs take me&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;take me to her i scream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i shake myself up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-6027176041183638875?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/6027176041183638875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=6027176041183638875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/6027176041183638875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/6027176041183638875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/11/dreams-of-insomniac.html' title='Dreams of an Insomniac'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-3410449889420998531</id><published>2010-11-26T05:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-26T05:28:15.465+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Jackasstic interpretations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following is an excerpt of a conversation i had with one of my friends over chat.Of course , here the &lt;b&gt;me &lt;/b&gt;is her and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com"&gt;sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is me :)  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0 0 0 .8ex;border-left:1px #ccc solid;padding-left:1ex;"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0pt 0pt 0pt 0.8ex;border-left:1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204);padding-left:1ex"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com" target="_blank"&gt;sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;wid music too m hopeless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;m good at listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: wat about the second round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;interview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com" target="_blank"&gt;sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: i ll stick to tat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com" target="_blank"&gt;sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;interview over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;it was yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;10:57 AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: how was it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com" target="_blank"&gt;sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: i was in pune fr 4 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;i v decided not to join&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;it was cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;asked me about sampling and all tat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;wat happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com" target="_blank"&gt;sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: well .. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;its a 3 year course on paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 year course in reality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: oho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com" target="_blank"&gt;sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: all fulltoo film only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;nothing to do with music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;or live sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;projects all film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;10:58 AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;on set recording&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;ie sync sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and dubbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and effects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: oho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com" target="_blank"&gt;sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: so ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;pretty much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;not my cuppa tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;dotn wanna do it fr 5 years re.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: yea thats true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;10:59 AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and that too something thats close to what you want but not exactly waht you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;but see you are not that lazy...you made so much effort for this&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com" target="_blank"&gt;sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;well yeah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;11:00 AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;it was lil too easy if u ask me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;11:01 AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: hmmmm thanks that is some encoragement, so if my prof kicks me out of lab , and I have nowhere to go, please help me in this easy task so that I can spend 5 more years of my life doing nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;U C , this is the point where all your thoughts centre into a space where you form conclusions on baseless assumptions.I assumed that she was being sarcastic and hence , her 5 years in PHD turned into my 5 years at FTII and her earnest want for help turned into a very sarcastic &amp;quot; ah if u think thats easy , get your fat ass down here and finish my job too...EINSTEIN&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;K the rest is what followed...Ideally any sarcastic comment coming from an Indian girl, almost irrevocably has to a movie dialogue. :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0 0 0 .8ex;border-left:1px #ccc solid;padding-left:1ex;"&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0pt 0pt 0pt 0.8ex;border-left:1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204);padding-left:1ex"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com" target="_blank"&gt;sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: wow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;thats a movie dialogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: what??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com" target="_blank"&gt;sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: i mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;what u just typed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;sarcasm  + analogy and all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eh , yeah ,the analogy is the comparison between her 5 years in PHD  and my 5 years in FTII.Wow.This is Chris Nolan stuff.But the reality is......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0 0 0 .8ex;border-left:1px #ccc solid;padding-left:1ex;"&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0pt 0pt 0pt 0.8ex;border-left:1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204);padding-left:1ex"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0 0 0 .8ex;border-left:1px #ccc solid;padding-left:1ex;"&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0pt 0pt 0pt 0.8ex;border-left:1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204);padding-left:1ex"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;11:02 AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: saracasm??...analogy???....wow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;amazing interpretation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com" target="_blank"&gt;sreekanth.narayanaswamy@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: well if u do need help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;do ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;i can always deny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt;11:03 AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: now i know where not to look for help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;float:left;color:rgb(136, 136, 136)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display:block;padding-left:6em"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Actually...now that i have read it again, i know that it was a harmless joke.I guess like there are people who are sarcasm deaf,Sarcasm is starting to give rise to people who are non-sarcasm deaf. * oooh..i see sarcasm everywhere *** god save me ****&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&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/6991553110999057577-3410449889420998531?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/3410449889420998531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=3410449889420998531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3410449889420998531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3410449889420998531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/11/jackasstic-interpretations.html' title='Jackasstic interpretations'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-8072004644629600157</id><published>2010-11-15T02:07:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-15T02:15:09.047+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Photography, a few #Wants</title><content type='html'>1.Super portraits of a super cute girl :D . Ok.Not really.But , i havent had a chance to shoot any real portraits.Firstly, its because , i am  kind of insecure with a camera while shooting people.I am not good at non candid shots. :| . I would love to have a go at portraits sometime.Especially some real cute ones :D.And may be with some real flashes,and some real nice window lighting and may be with some nice gothic effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Ultra wide angle portraits : I dont have a wide angle lens yet.But that would be so fucking awesome !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Selective lighting : All those pics where only some part of the subject is lit.Looks freaking cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Panoramas : I wanna travel !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Sea : Enough said.Havent seen a sea shore since i got myself a camera :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Friends Portraits : No one has agreed to pose.They all think that it is gay.No opinions.Before i took up this, even i would have had the same opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Self Portrait : Needs a lot of patience...I love some of these guys doing it the way they are..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-8072004644629600157?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/8072004644629600157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=8072004644629600157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/8072004644629600157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/8072004644629600157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/11/photography-few-wants.html' title='Photography, a few #Wants'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-8300507592722569747</id><published>2010-11-13T05:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-13T05:52:18.579+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dynamic rating</title><content type='html'>Yeah , right.Its an algorithm class...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This kind of algorithm can be applied to only very complex data types , known as chicks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chick wears salwar kameez = + 1/2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chick wears high heel chappal = 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chick with salwar kameez has make up on = -3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chick wears jeans - +1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chick wears T-Shirt  - +1&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Chick wears a T-Shirt and Jeans with 32 waist size - -5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chick wears a smile  - + 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chick wears a smile everytime she needs to get her work done -  -25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chick is fun to talk to - + 10&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Chick is fun to talk to , but doesnt talk to you - -30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you answers are true , add the scores to the final score&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If its a negative , you are in an unfair world&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Otherwise , you are in heaven !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-8300507592722569747?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/8300507592722569747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=8300507592722569747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/8300507592722569747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/8300507592722569747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/11/dynamic-rating.html' title='Dynamic rating'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-4251637502445302041</id><published>2010-11-12T14:18:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-15T01:49:42.077+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="font-style: italic;" face="arial"&gt;There are times when someones right is someones wrong and someones pain in the butt is someones eh.well.k.m being a pervert now.Lets get back to the point....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, there are times when you think that you are alright bitching about the first pretty girl who doesnt talk to you.Coz shes a b@#%h , rite ? Aha, we have all done it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired from a real life story -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Scene from Karthik calling Karthik  (totally made up :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karthik to his friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Karthik : Dey ,that new girl deepika is so darn uptight dude.She aint giving anyone any looks and plus shes just talking to this random guy from cubicle 123. I mean wats the deal .. ? We are all nice guys too.. ! Have i got something stuck in my teeth ? &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Friend (i ll call him Tedy ) : Bro ,yeah i know.I guess she is a little quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;K : Yeah ,whatever , its not like i care or something , but i think that she's a complete beauty queen type.She thinks that she is Katrina Kaif material.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;T :  Eh .. I think Katrina is ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;K : Ah, great,  not a great analogy for you to chew on then.K fine , she is like ehmm... Oh you are Mallu arent you ..ehehehee..i know who you like.. *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;T : Dey , please, we are Mallus alright ,  but it doesnt mean that we have such an obtuse sense of beauty ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;K : Eh, did u say obese ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;T:Obtuse you jackass ,obtuse!!..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;K : Oh , ok..Dude , k watever.She thinks that She's a beauty queen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;T : Nah , i dont think so .. May be i should talk to her , after all i was with her in college and all that.She sure dint seem that way then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;K : Eh , yeah , you kinda are approachable.I mean , most women think that you are gay..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;T : Wut ? !%!!!%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;The same evening , printer room :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teds and Deeps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tedy : Dude , why the hell are you so quiet in office ? &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Deepika : Eh , i m just minding my own business.I dont like the people in office coz the moment i open my mouth in office , they brand me a slut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tedy : Eh, oh .Not much of an option then , is there..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Deepika : Ya , tell me about it.If they find me takling to you now , we are gonna be romeo and juliet material tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tedy : Nah , they all think that i am gay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Deepika : Oh they know as well ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tedy : (!@#%@#%@#) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&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/6991553110999057577-4251637502445302041?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/4251637502445302041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=4251637502445302041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/4251637502445302041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/4251637502445302041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/11/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-4198245500383055851</id><published>2010-11-10T18:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-10T18:43:25.926+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The late movie review of - SALT</title><content type='html'>I had dismissed this movie as just another CIA agent struggling with privacy (Mrs Smith in her bachelorhood , if you will ) movie.But then, it proved out to be pretty different from usual...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The story line is good.It keeps you occupied.Everything unravles in a sequence that matches the early vague description of the entire plot.In fact , the intro to the movie is in itself a very engaging or rather a puzzling one ( if not in retrospect).The way every character changes in the end of the movie is also good.The only down side to the movie is its weak climax.All you can see is agent SALT getting off the chopper and running away.Angeline jolie looks a little too weak to be running on forever.The climax is in fact a big let down after such great twists towards the end of the movie.Every hero turning villian and every villian (Jolie) turning hero , is pretty easily narrated.Such finesse in narration definitely deserved a better climax.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Angelina looks a little less sexy in this movie.Of course, the movie had no such connotations to it , so one can say that she remained true to it.But well,Jolie is Jolie,she deserves to show off some oomph , doesnt she ? I think she ismore lethal that way.But well, it dint happen.One can put that up as one of SALT&amp;#39;s shortcomings.Im not being a pervet here.its just that , movies such as Tomb Raider , have captured her feminine attractiveness in a not so non sensual way,even if you ignore the bare back scenes.I guess more attention could have been paid to the costumes or something.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall , Salt flatters to deceive , but only after you have had enough fun watching almost 3/4ths of the movie.You expect a clincher , but it never happens.Call it an early culmination if u will :P . &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-4198245500383055851?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/4198245500383055851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=4198245500383055851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/4198245500383055851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/4198245500383055851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/11/late-movie-review-of-salt.html' title='The late movie review of - SALT'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-3411608547454764834</id><published>2010-11-10T04:33:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-10T04:48:25.579+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mumble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lecture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>Ego</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ego is something that never leaves any of us.I guess in most part , it is what makes us what we are.And all of us , including myself ,would only not care to re-read the last sentence , but would not also care to realize that "what makes all of us " might have a connotation that goes like "all of us big time , hypocritical,complicated,obnoxious narcissist bastards !" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We are most often not even a little surprised by our own hypocrisies..Egoes hide our intellect , and most usually it takes one big choke slam on it,to get us back,going back to business.Of course, naming it "choke slam ", would be downright silly.So we decided to name it ,self realization ,selflessness and what not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Of course, i am not saying that this is some kind of incredible sin or something.Its just , well...Human.We are all humans , arent we.We err, we fuck up.And most importantly we make amends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ego does make us what we really are.Most of it though is defined by its absence.But well, how good is chocolate without the bitter cocoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;PS : this post was triggered by thoughts about a certain friend.Enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-3411608547454764834?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/3411608547454764834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=3411608547454764834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3411608547454764834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3411608547454764834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/11/ego.html' title='Ego'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-1136565086758497137</id><published>2010-11-10T01:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-10T01:40:18.330+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Dancer</title><content type='html'>Btw , the song is called , Tiny dancer. forgot to mention tat . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-1136565086758497137?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/1136565086758497137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=1136565086758497137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/1136565086758497137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/1136565086758497137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/11/tiny-dancer.html' title='Tiny Dancer'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-1264137424360402681</id><published>2010-11-10T01:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-10T01:39:07.484+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blue Jean Baby</title><content type='html'>The song has been stuck in my head for the past 24 hours.Cant just get it out.I m not sure why i like this song :P.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loads of good images popping up , with every line he sings , and the piano in this song is just fuckin awesome !!! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much finesse and such a beautiful voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elton \m/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that he has given up his professional career , i m not really hopeful about more songs like this coming up in the future.Pity that it had to be lady gaga who shared the shit out of him.Of all the people. (not that Gaga is bad or something.But Sir Elton is an entirely different league.).&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Link to this song is available. :D  use at ur own risk :)  - &lt;a href="http://www.aimini.net/view/?fid=YBG3DPiPaH7aL1zDVJRq"&gt;http://www.aimini.net/view/?fid=YBG3DPiPaH7aL1zDVJRq&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-1264137424360402681?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/1264137424360402681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=1264137424360402681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/1264137424360402681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/1264137424360402681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/11/blue-jean-baby.html' title='Blue Jean Baby'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-1473180447454693337</id><published>2010-11-04T19:45:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-10T04:51:55.555+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mumble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='u2'/><title type='text'>Walk On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;would you pass &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and never see me again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would you see me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then pass , and never look back again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would you look,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;condascend,flash a smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that would last a second or,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would you look,smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we walk by,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walk on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-1473180447454693337?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/1473180447454693337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=1473180447454693337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/1473180447454693337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/1473180447454693337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/11/walk-on.html' title='Walk On'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-593388209789845059</id><published>2010-11-04T19:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-04T19:39:12.496+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rant-em-rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;patterns , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;roll across&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i see them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smirk,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;same heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;same soul&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;waiting , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for another.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-593388209789845059?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/593388209789845059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=593388209789845059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/593388209789845059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/593388209789845059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/11/rant-em-rants.html' title='Rant-em-rants'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-7522268613318863516</id><published>2010-11-04T19:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-04T19:38:41.814+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love Paranoia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Its late, its dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wheres the light,grope around just for a spark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking hard,looking around,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wound i am ,oathbound &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking for u , looking around,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blind i am , love bound &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-7522268613318863516?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/7522268613318863516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=7522268613318863516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/7522268613318863516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/7522268613318863516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-paranoia.html' title='Love Paranoia'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-7727902624765426760</id><published>2010-10-23T14:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-23T14:20:16.854+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tagged BACCK</title><content type='html'>K , i got tagged back on my lame tag by the great &lt;a href="http://levelheadedidiot.wordpress.com"&gt;Milcom &lt;/a&gt;himself.Bastard..! &lt;br /&gt;So here it goes.. .( ah , this is called giving a doctor the taste of his own bad medicine.M gonna think twice the next time i wanna tag anyone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 I’d rather die than – kill myself :D&lt;br /&gt;2. I would rather not talk to that chick in the metro compartment coz - chances are that , that chick would get down at the nearest metro station.They are pretty close you know.She can walk from there to her station if she wants to.Or may be catch the next one.Damn u delhi metro!! (no metro in bangalore yet..so this is my delhi period we are talkin about :) )&lt;br /&gt;3. I would rather not get out of the house right now and go chick mongering coz – Its landmark sales day, cheap people dominate.And if i do get out, i d rather monger for cheap books on sale :D .&lt;br /&gt;4. I can eat 10 chapatis in one go , provided – My mom makes it .AND ITS SUNDAY.&lt;br /&gt;5. I am the best cook , when it comes to - makin my own recipe , that only i eat. i absolutely love my food! .And yeah , i make deadly Tea :)&lt;br /&gt;6. Bass Heavy vs Treble Heavy – I love bass..give me more !! but ya, treble is needed in a moderation.&lt;br /&gt;7. Death metal vs Thrash metal – Thrassshhhh!!! (cymbals/crash/hihat/bass drums/rhythm guitar/shredding solos/decipherable vocals :D )&lt;br /&gt;8. Guitar vs Twitter – Twitter is for the jobless.I would still go with Guitar :D&lt;br /&gt;9. Nerd vs Metalhead , wic one would u rather be known as ? I wanna be known as a nerd.But i am not there yet.I m too fat and too dumb to be one.YET :P . I am not a metalhead anymore.Hardly have the space to headbang here.But in spirit , hell yeah !&lt;br /&gt;10. College Crush – Had 2.One was above my league.One hit me below my..eh..ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;11.School Crush – Had one there too.I told her after college and then , she apparently had put point 10 to effect before i had and it worked out for her.&lt;br /&gt;12.Dumping experiences – Its an epic one. i got dumped via an SMS.&lt;br /&gt;13.Passion since childhood – I have not managed to keep any passion going since childhood.... ehmm..but ya, music/photography stayed the longest.But started practisin quite recently.&lt;br /&gt;14.Greatest #fail moment – SMS &lt;br /&gt;15.Greatest #epic #win moment – successfully dislodging the FTII app form on time. ( i honestly cant remember any others..loads of real awesome ones with family,like buying my sister her first Camera.But they are default and too corny to be put here :D )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-7727902624765426760?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/7727902624765426760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=7727902624765426760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/7727902624765426760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/7727902624765426760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/10/tagged-bacck.html' title='Tagged BACCK'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-3973692060475466246</id><published>2010-10-21T14:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-21T14:37:00.057+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Found this new radio called jazzradio. You can listen to it on &lt;a href="http://www.jazzradio.com "&gt;http://www.jazzradio.com&lt;/a&gt; , if you really like Jazz ie ;) . And yes , it is not all that pacy.I found it really hard to get prepped up by the music , though it was really beautiful.Its easier to get lost in it than get pumped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than tht ,theres been nothig going on, except work.Need to work on a couple of pictures that i had clicked sometime back.Hoping to get the time to do it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that the editing i did for my last flickr pic was a total disaster with untouched portions and the abysmal text at the bottom was never so obvious , after my TFT gave me an all together different look after the sun went down.Curse u low LED  TFTs!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i gotta put a curtain up , or else may be buy a CRT. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-3973692060475466246?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/3973692060475466246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=3973692060475466246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3973692060475466246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3973692060475466246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/10/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-1091844399355473106</id><published>2010-10-19T22:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-19T22:16:07.697+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the hunt is on , for shrkhand !</title><content type='html'>days are just turning out to be big bores...esp since my GRE is coming up...muggin up wordlists aint easy.Neither is getting all the answers right in Math.Its always mind vs matter.COncentration is supposedly supposed to rule supreme.It aint happening for me.I always goof up , if not here , over there.Expectin a miracle cure soon.just 6 days to go.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news..finally got to upload a pic on flickr after a loong time..YAY ! . you can check it out on www.flickr.com/photos/camera_bipod/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ,ya . I also went out fishing for shrikhand (ehehe.coincidentally, matches with my name.. :P) .It was nowhere to be found.Looks like Shrikhand is in high demand :P . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i ll get it by next week. :( . &lt;br /&gt;Have a great week ahead . WTF starts from tomorrow :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-1091844399355473106?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/1091844399355473106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=1091844399355473106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/1091844399355473106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/1091844399355473106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/10/hunt-is-on-for-shrkhand.html' title='the hunt is on , for shrkhand !'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-2674610554841651506</id><published>2010-10-18T19:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-18T19:09:14.246+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Oh,i am a millionaire ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; font-size: 16px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="&amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;, serif"&gt;Got a mail today from a Ms Judith...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="&amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="&amp;#39;times new roman&amp;#39;, serif"&gt;And it said ....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; font-size: 16px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;#39;Century Gothic&amp;#39;; font-size: 16px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Mrs.Elizabeth picked your email for an inheritance of $18Million.For details email:&lt;a href="mailto:e.etters124@rogers.com" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 204); "&gt;e.etters124@rogers.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL . Thats the most suave SPAM mail i have ever received :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-2674610554841651506?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/2674610554841651506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=2674610554841651506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/2674610554841651506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/2674610554841651506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/10/ohi-am-millionaire.html' title='Oh,i am a millionaire ??'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-7632034648108610428</id><published>2010-10-18T00:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-18T00:17:48.010+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up sid.rehash.</title><content type='html'>Yes, it happened again.&lt;br /&gt;I watched wake up sid.&lt;br /&gt;again.and again. and again.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the movie isnt that bad after all :D :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly theres a lot of things that i really really like about this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.The music.Its epic.no comparisons.Shankar Ehsaan Loy know how to make the younger generation swing (ya i count myself :P)&lt;br /&gt;2.The music..Oh ok.fine.im over the music part....2 is the photography...Some mind blasting sequences in kya karoon and Iktara..The way the colours are put together in the background is simmmply superb.So darn sweet and pleasing to the eye.(  I konw im sounding gay here , but , well..its one movie that gives you a kick wen ur looking for colours :D )&lt;br /&gt;3.The actttinnggggg ..Konkona is supperr..i loved the chemistry between her and Ranbir.She pulls of a sweetie pie in this movie.U do start feeling bad for her at times...The confused,self inflicted sophistication, compared to Sid's true down to earth innocence.. For being a TYPICAL BONG GIRL may be :P ..&lt;br /&gt;4.Ya , Ranbir is good too :D&lt;br /&gt;5.Amit Trivedi Kicks ass with Iktara.Total Love for this number.no Doubts :D&lt;br /&gt;6.I love his camera.I love his job . i love her job.And i Love the fact that her boss likes Jazz..I love Jazzz!!! And ya.i so want a Jazz By the Way in Bangalore..SomeOne ??!!&lt;br /&gt;7.I m still wondering how everything he clicks in that picture turns out to be pretty and awesome ...hmm...makes me wanna relive some of my jobless days..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-7632034648108610428?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/7632034648108610428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=7632034648108610428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/7632034648108610428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/7632034648108610428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/10/wake-up-sidrehash.html' title='Wake Up sid.rehash.'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-3157065895102501330</id><published>2010-10-17T21:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-17T21:30:04.258+05:30</updated><title type='text'>blogging....about</title><content type='html'>It has been quite some time since i have started this blog.And it has been quite some time since i stopped writing sensible stuff in it (ya , i know may be never is something that comes to my mind too).But earlier , when i started writing this blog,the kind of content it used to have was atleast and honest trial at getting creative.Now it just seems to be a lil too forced.Its been a nice blogging experience so far.And since i want to keep it that way, one of these things is gonna happen in the near future, starting tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;1.Force blogging everyday ,non stop blogging about stupid insignificant/funny/boring/gruelling/pervy/narcissist content everyday&lt;br /&gt;2.No random indiscriminate blogging , if no blog updates even after a week.A point 1 phenomenon might occur if i get a lil too bored&lt;br /&gt;3.This blog might become a photoblog.ahhahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-3157065895102501330?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/3157065895102501330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=3157065895102501330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3157065895102501330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3157065895102501330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/10/bloggingabout.html' title='blogging....about'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-2574805246039462738</id><published>2010-10-09T22:05:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-09T22:05:37.881+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Re-Dun-Dunce</title><content type='html'>Well..All these days..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these days of effort spent, wondering...HW much bigger can a hard disk get ? How much more can u actually store...how much more would you want to store...came to a culmination, and it read  - &amp;quot;AS MUCH AS YOUR FRIEND DOES &amp;quot; .&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Well , yah, it sounds corny and all , but if you really look hard ..you would realize that , most of the data that occupies your  500 Gb or more of your hard disk is either from your friends, roomies, classmates,officemates / the internets , the latter only if you are an obsessive download addict of sorts....And ya, thats not downloading , its called hoarding. :) &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;500 GB of songs can last an eternity, I can promise you that its going to last a 25 years if you keep playing them non stop.OH YEAH.unless tehy are a cheap FLAC algorithm gone wrong or something , and exceeding 70 mB per song. :P &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;500 GB of movies will render you blind ..a.hhh...may be not..but seriously , if you can watch those many movies, then please , dont read this blog .You have a movie waiting for you. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I jsut realized that i bot a 500 gb portable and then in a day managed to copy all the zilch from my friends laptop , which was again a 500 +320.Talk about reduncancy...i am not even gonna watch half of the stuff..since i do not know what i am not going to watch, i am not going to delete any of it either....Well atleast now i know why greed for space will last..forever and ever.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-2574805246039462738?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/2574805246039462738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=2574805246039462738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/2574805246039462738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/2574805246039462738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/10/re-dun-dunce.html' title='Re-Dun-Dunce'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-4498107863817512014</id><published>2010-09-08T20:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-08T20:45:07.866+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>Every day is a new day they say&lt;div&gt;like the breaking dawn is the same every same day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the moon rises in the west&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the cuckoos never nest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people always always hope for the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like every rain that falls down to the ground&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;no drop has no more freedom than any other ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;neither does it choose where it would fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one day or the other it would feel the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyday is different from now or then,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;every day is different , just like the summer sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one day it sets with an ashen glow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and one day , it sets under a rainbow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;summer showers are never ever the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every rain brings a fragrance , like an exotic flame&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;not every drop falls , not every drop rolls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not every drop floats up in the heaven above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the suns too hot , the suns too strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it goes back where it belongs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- my idea of a twisted fate.half in my hands and half in someone elses (all yours)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-4498107863817512014?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/4498107863817512014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=4498107863817512014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/4498107863817512014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/4498107863817512014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/09/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-4370054098289509664</id><published>2010-07-24T18:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-24T18:06:13.675+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I want everything ..no..i want nothing ..no no ..i want...</title><content type='html'>Yea,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats how my life has been like (Class wise,old indian istyle.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Class 4 : My uncle thinks that i have a sense of rhythm (yea.i luv my uncle.he made me feel so special) . My dad enrolls me for mrudangam classes.The class is like an hr away from home.I dont want people messing with me on saturdays.I quit after 1 year.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Class 5: My mom enrolls me for music classes ( again someone thought that i cud sing..ehmm.i &lt;a href="http://dint.it"&gt;dint.it&lt;/a&gt; sounded horrible when i recorded it and played it back on my tape recorder.nothing like what i heard inside my head).I quit after 3 years.The worst part is that , all the way till my 9th standard, my voice never broke....i dont think that it has broken , even now.... :P&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Class 6 : Guitar Classes : haha..comedy.never learnt anything except &amp;quot;Tujhe dekha tho &amp;quot; , in my guitar .. my dad still pokes fun at me for those times.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Class 8 : Interest re-emerges in music.Gets drowned coz ppl thought that i sounded like a girl.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Class 9 -10 : Not much action... A lot of discovery channel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Class 11-12 : Cultural events, group songs , beetles- &amp;quot; cant buy me love &amp;quot; , i am the only male singer  in a group of 4 ( how i wish tat would repeat NOW).My voice must not have broken then.... :|&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;College : aah..IIT , Kharagpur , spring fest .. rock rock , metal metal..loads of headbanging with buddy Vivek and we end up being rock music fans...and i say goodbye to indian music.Total ignorify my Cultural Arts teacher after 2 years of compulsory classes and there i end up learning nothing....Some music composition on the guitar , inspired by some nice blog poems.......Later on in the 4th year , i realise tat m gonna start working and i just have 1 month to start playing some music...Some night outs on Prep Leaves in the music room with my juniors and hence some memory worthy times....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Now : Nothing to do...Programming - dislike , photography - amateur , drums- amateur ,guitar - amateur,singing -amateur,composition - very amateur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too many hobbies to count...Or is it too few ?? &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:O&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/6991553110999057577-4370054098289509664?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/4370054098289509664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=4370054098289509664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/4370054098289509664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/4370054098289509664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-want-everything-noi-want-nothing-no.html' title='I want everything ..no..i want nothing ..no no ..i want...'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-7216834501728678306</id><published>2010-07-22T20:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-22T20:45:08.720+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ever since then.....</title><content type='html'>I must have started blogging in college.Frankly i dont remember.And for the past 6 years , ever since i started blogging&lt;div&gt;1 the quality of my blogs has not improved a little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 I havent learnt anything apart from a lot of copy paste work and some CMS (codeManagementSystem), underscoring_ in un_necessary places,lots of tweeting,a lil bit about cameras,flickr spamming,blogger spamming,developing an inflated ego,bad english,long insensible sentence construction by prolonging an already endless boring list with more boring insensible self recursive stuff like this etc etc...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;3 Music hasnt progressed anywhere..My interest still stays.I havent composed a full song after my 3rd year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. i havent learnt a single extra chord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I havent practised guitar for more than 10 hrs flat. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;and.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Added 1 more follower in the form of Priya (This was very accidental for her.not on purpose..I am sure. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Gained may be 2 Kgs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Lost a lot of hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Cornied my jokes to the heights of corny&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;and.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Developed a little bit of a wiki addiction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Developed jealousy for guys with good looking chicks (they didnt exist in college..i swear)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Honed my chick staring skills&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;13. Maintained my no bullshit with chicks policy (that means, only the usual and no being-extra-nice-with-girls policy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Repelled a lot of girls because of certain policies that i stuck to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15.I might make a list of more pathetic things that i need to look back upon and say.&lt;b&gt;.aaah..i was so awesome&lt;/b&gt;...because right now i am a lot more pathetic.. :P&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-7216834501728678306?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/7216834501728678306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=7216834501728678306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/7216834501728678306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/7216834501728678306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/07/ever-since-then.html' title='Ever since then.....'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-3839405982182563987</id><published>2010-07-01T19:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-01T19:56:24.352+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reliving the Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was hardly any space to move my arm.It is a hard thing for me to do.Stay still.I always have an urge to keep doing something.And when i am doing something , i have the urge to let it go and do something different.This situation in an elevator filled up with 15 odd people was one of those.My eyes wouldn&amp;#39;t stay still.I spotted a couple in front of me.The woman held a child in her hand.She must have been 2 months old.A little whimper from her in the congested elevator was forcing her mother to repeatedly shoo and cajole her to sleep.She had brown eyes just like her mother and she had beautiful skin.The lift gradually emptied its way out through each floor and i somehow ,surprisingly, did not or in fact , just could not take my eyes of the little girl.She was beautiful.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Looking back, it  was all part of just an elevator ride.But then , i had experienced was nothing but watching my life rewind a 23 years and 10 months in time with may be a fair skinned angel replaced by a thick skinned moaner .&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-3839405982182563987?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/3839405982182563987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=3839405982182563987' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3839405982182563987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3839405982182563987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/07/reliving-moment.html' title='Reliving the Moment'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-5193094853131184327</id><published>2010-06-27T00:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-27T01:02:59.321+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Manic Social Service</title><content type='html'>You werent really there&lt;br /&gt;neither was i&lt;br /&gt;nothing was said&lt;br /&gt;nothing was asked&lt;br /&gt;that which was given &lt;br /&gt;was never taken&lt;br /&gt;to have existed&lt;br /&gt;seen shot nor proven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember,would you ever&lt;br /&gt;hope shall never fade&lt;br /&gt;for that which i spilt&lt;br /&gt;shall never evade me,&lt;br /&gt;my mind my soul&lt;br /&gt;driven numb&lt;br /&gt;By those piercing words&lt;br /&gt;of silence ,make me feel so dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it never fades away,&lt;br /&gt;from your mind,&lt;br /&gt;that it stays in a nook ,&lt;br /&gt;prodding away and you shall look,&lt;br /&gt;stare for a moment,&lt;br /&gt;loosen your hold, &lt;br /&gt;on your self, just let go,&lt;br /&gt;a lil bit, from your real dreams&lt;br /&gt;and look,realize and then scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope not,in agony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-5193094853131184327?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/5193094853131184327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=5193094853131184327' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/5193094853131184327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/5193094853131184327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/06/manic-social-service.html' title='Manic Social Service'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-4781617154880028553</id><published>2010-06-04T19:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-04T19:08:47.250+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love.</title><content type='html'>aching down from head to toe, &lt;div&gt;i see , the sweet valley below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;promises a great fall &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would i remember the time i hit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sweet ground , not so sweet again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the scent of yours is bloody again&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;waging wars was never to gain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here i reign ..here i reign here i reign..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you cannot see , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wonder why you cant feel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i m wondering if everything is real,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is something else part of this deal.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;flying like a bird , m free to go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to go , and i fly so low &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every bird i see flying above,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flying , flying after love..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is what defines everyone of us here...and sometimes , you need to let go of it to give it back.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-4781617154880028553?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/4781617154880028553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=4781617154880028553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/4781617154880028553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/4781617154880028553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/06/love.html' title='Love.'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-649852501811171260</id><published>2010-05-29T22:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-29T22:27:48.596+05:30</updated><title type='text'>We like</title><content type='html'>Its almost a usual chore to write out a list of things you like and then wait to see if someone else likes it.Be it in the form of photography / blog  / watever...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i m just wondering if there can be a list of things that we all like..for sure !! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M giving it my best shot here....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What guys like (ya.they must ! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Porn  (actually who doesnt..hmm..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Girls (yea most of us do)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 3. Ogling (all of us do , but many hate to admit it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Hating Pink (yea mooost of us do)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Hating feeling miserable and teary eyed infront of people (boys cant cry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Hating the IT industry though it pays you for doing practically nothing&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;7. Having a college crush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Bitching about her in a manly manner (&amp;quot;manly manner&amp;quot; ? ..dont ask me how)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Claiming to have doped in college(applies to metal heads only)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Facebooking your velapan awway.....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What girls like (not like i know..but , this is a guys BIBLE.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Porn ( i sure hope so)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.No ogling...its strictly acting like miss indifferentiality.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;4.Squint eye -side look technique - ( a smart variant of ogling which largely has evolved in the southern parts of asia , especially in south india , where girls dont have the mandate to stare at guys and might literally feel the stick (no puns) if orders are disobeyed)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;5.Nail Polish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.Combs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.Mascarra (not really..but i like girls who wear mascarra, and to me they are the only girls who exist for now :P )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.Playing the unpredictable - girls know that , we guys are kinda desperate...they love bein unpredictable.... this stuff kinda wears of after marriage coz then theres no more GUYS hitting on tehm concept.Theres A guy and showing off some indifferentiality-ness is not gonna shake that man !&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;9.Dumping atleast one guy in college ( yea, i v seen this..its in their bucketlist..for sure)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Wincing at swear words in public.. ( this needless to be said when done ,  is usually a sick part of their beautiful face)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-649852501811171260?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/649852501811171260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=649852501811171260' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/649852501811171260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/649852501811171260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-like.html' title='We like'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-844987989588883164</id><published>2010-05-04T15:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-04T15:12:25.846+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Five Sound Questions to sounDesign</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;div class="posterous_bookmarklet_entry"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;  				&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;img title="Gianpaolo D'Amico and Sara Lenzi. Photo by Nunzio Talamo." src="http://www.soundesign.info/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/gianpaolo_damico_sara_lenzi_sounDesign.jpg" height="750" alt="Gianpaolo D'Amico and Sara Lenzi. Photo by Nunzio Talamo." width="500" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gianpaolo D'Amico and Sara Lenzi. Photo by Nunzio Talamo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you still don’t know &lt;a href="http://www.everydaylistening.com" title="Everyday listening blog"&gt;Everyday Listening&lt;/a&gt; now it’s the right time. &lt;a href="http://www.hugoverweij.com/" title="Hugo's personal website"&gt;Hugo Verweij&lt;/a&gt; is the creator of this wonderful blog dealing with art, inspiration and creativity in the field of music and sound.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some months ago Hugo had this nice idea of creating &lt;strong&gt;Five Sound Questions&lt;/strong&gt;, a series of small interviews to discover the most intimate side of professionals and artists who work with Sound in many ways. The list of people who joined Hugo’s initiative is very interesting: &lt;a href="http://www.zimoun.ch/" title="Zimoun's official website"&gt;Zimoun&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.stephengallagher.co.nz/" title="Gallagher's personal website"&gt;Stephen Gallagher&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://nicelittlestatic.com/" title="Friz's official website"&gt;Anna Friz&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.murmurmuration.blogspot.com/" title="Lohan's personal blog"&gt;Miriam Lohan&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.scrawn.co.uk" title="Cornford's personal website"&gt;Stephen Cornford&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ollecorneer.com/" title="Cornéer's personal website" target="_blank"&gt;Olle Cornéer&lt;/a&gt; and Martin Lübcke, &lt;a href="http://veronica-mota.blogspot.com/" title="Mota's personal blog"&gt;Verónica Mota&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.yurisuzuki.com/" title="Suzuki's personal website"&gt;Yuri Suzuki&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.alycesantoro.com/" title="Santoro's personal website"&gt;Alyce Santoro&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/user1470843/videos" title="Pavlik's Vimeo page"&gt;Jack Pavlik&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you’re curious, these are the questions:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;  &lt;li&gt;What sound from your childhood made the most impression on you?&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;How do you listen to the world around you?&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Which place in the world do you favor for its sound?&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;How could we make sound improve our lives?&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt;What sound would you like to wake up to?&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now the time has come. Hugo sent us his invitation to partecipate, then I and Sara put our head on the floor with our usual headphones and asked our friend Nunzio Talamo to shoot some photo. We had a lot of fun and then we got inspired for the sound answers too: this is &lt;a href="http://www.everydaylistening.com/articles/2010/4/28/5-questions-to-gianpaolo-damico-sara-lenzi.html" title="5 Questions to Gianpaolo D'Amico &amp;amp; Sara Lenzi"&gt;our personal contribution&lt;/a&gt; to the 5 questions series.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hi Hugo, thank you very much.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php?v=250&amp;amp;username=wp-4b6d623e79a02f5d"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s7.addthis.com/static/btn/v2/lg-share-it.gif" height="16" alt="Bookmark and Share" style="border: 0;" width="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  			&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="posterous_quote_citation"&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.soundesign.info/reviews/five-sound-questions-to-soundesign"&gt;soundesign.info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some sound design stuff i found. .Interesting page too ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via web&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://shrecks.posterous.com/five-sound-questions-to-soundesign"&gt;Pre-Posterous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-844987989588883164?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/844987989588883164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=844987989588883164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/844987989588883164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/844987989588883164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/05/five-sound-questions-to-soundesign.html' title='Five Sound Questions to sounDesign'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-3100418577592990359</id><published>2010-04-29T14:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-29T14:52:15.979+05:30</updated><title type='text'>pre-Posterous!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;So far all my entries in this site have been a lil ..well pre-posterous...J;ust getting used to this place..My ingenius plan is to just have one one stop all intelligent online content management site and i m hoping this will do the job !  ! &lt;p /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i am not gonna be able to maintain this place all that well , but still i ll take it step by step :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next , i ll try posting a pic . . &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://shrecks.posterous.com/pre-posterous-63"&gt;shrecks's posterous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-3100418577592990359?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/3100418577592990359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=3100418577592990359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3100418577592990359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3100418577592990359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/04/pre-posterous.html' title='pre-Posterous!'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-3184354748622146836</id><published>2010-04-18T11:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-18T11:32:30.648+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoshop'/><title type='text'>Express</title><content type='html'>Photoshopping is grossly underestimated.people are so Easily made to believe that its tampering of the art by the so called purists.how can something  that helps you express , be so demeaned? I guess its just sheer prejudice.still to come in grips with using it effectively,especially the colour corrections and sharpening. I have seen some real artists in this field. Hoping to get closer to them.some day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-3184354748622146836?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/3184354748622146836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=3184354748622146836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3184354748622146836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3184354748622146836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/04/express.html' title='Express'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-5427589936977748670</id><published>2010-04-16T21:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-17T14:37:50.684+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Humane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;- The prologue - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                She was the most misunderstood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                        - ________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reasoning is Hollow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone would find reasons to judge her.There was no shortage of doubts about her.She seemed far too nice to me in the first instance.I would watch her smile , her eyes...They bore a nuances of innocence ,childishness,stubborn authority..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Authority is something that intimidates people.No matter how much you love a leader,its often hard to take direct commands from him at all times , though thats what you claim he/she is exceptionally good at.Irony.Yes , so was it with her.....The irony almost ate her up.Most doubted , for her quiet behaviour , she went on ahead , doing as she pleased , she managed to assume a very wraith like figure in my mind. Not that i did not know her...I always felt that there was some mystery surrounding her.Some grief , some unknown , some secret....... I could always tell from her eyes..she was unhappy....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many a times i thought that i could do something about it because its always hard to drown into an ocean of uknown. I could never see what she was thinking.Neither did i think that i knew her well enough till then....The attempt however failed at multiple times.You never mess with authority.You obey and you let it yield.I waited.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was just one of those days...One of the most insignificant days , i was sure , it would be ...but someone had let the butterfly flutter a wing .....and the flood gates opened..She spoke.....and all was white..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shes an angel.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dedicated to - a very sweet friend of mine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-5427589936977748670?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/5427589936977748670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=5427589936977748670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/5427589936977748670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/5427589936977748670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/04/humane.html' title='Humane'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-2454861077126090858</id><published>2010-03-23T15:14:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-23T15:14:24.951+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No matter what</title><content type='html'>No matter how much love u give me &lt;div&gt;No matter how much love u owe me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are givin me nothing that i am asking for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You givin me too much too much to take care of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taking me for granted aint taking care of me&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;give me what i ask for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;give me what i want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;give me all the time i need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just be around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just go fight your fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go live your life , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i need you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; just stay at my sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats me consoling you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea thats right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont take forever to let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even if you do , i d never know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never asked u just came like a bad dream &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;in my sleep , now i am too numbed to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what you doing or what you care about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what is that you want to do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what this is about or anything else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me live my life , i hope theres nothing else.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-2454861077126090858?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/2454861077126090858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=2454861077126090858' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/2454861077126090858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/2454861077126090858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-matter-what.html' title='No matter what'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-2040365674318314661</id><published>2010-03-22T15:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-22T15:35:57.646+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Feels like Fire</title><content type='html'>Watchin with eyes so deep&lt;br&gt;filled with my soul , runs too deep&lt;br&gt;Time it ticks , while it never fades&lt;br&gt;refuses to go away&lt;br&gt;Beauty it hath struck me&lt;br&gt;can run oh - so skin deep&lt;br&gt;Leaving faults of irony in my mind&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; wud be lovely even if i wer colour blind&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Stings so deep , vibes so steep &lt;br&gt;the breeze turns into a firestorm&lt;br&gt;the scent leaches into an acid rain&lt;br&gt;Still , waiting to feel the pain..&lt;br&gt;coz i love the rain ...coz i love the rain..&lt;br&gt; Love the masochist , &lt;br&gt;This feels insane.this feels like fire.&lt;br&gt;waiting to get doused ,&lt;br&gt;in the rain...&lt;br&gt;ah .. i love the rain.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PS : The title is a tribute to the dido santana - &amp;quot; i feel like fire &amp;quot; song.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-2040365674318314661?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/2040365674318314661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=2040365674318314661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/2040365674318314661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/2040365674318314661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/03/feels-like-fire.html' title='Feels like Fire'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-7171835246922698175</id><published>2010-03-08T16:29:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-08T16:29:29.974+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i guess i was just 10 years old.There was a cricket match at the field next to my home and i dint know a single kid.That was never a big deal.As a kid , you are meeting someone new.Some new kid from another block or something.Also , it was my first day at the playground...( i was officially allowd to roam around alone.. #win) ..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Asked these guys if i could play.. and i was.The rest of the day was just chasing the ball and getting hit for sixes and getting some nice ducks for breakfast next day etc....... Made a lil difference to any of us...Good stuff to laugh on about.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now after another 13 years....its history...that can never repeat itself.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-7171835246922698175?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/7171835246922698175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=7171835246922698175' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/7171835246922698175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/7171835246922698175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/03/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-3244187482299412231</id><published>2010-03-05T20:24:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-05T20:24:55.305+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Photograph-her</title><content type='html'>Well , this is how most females who know jack about photography (by that i mean , pornography aint the only work u can do with the camera ) ....interpret it...&lt;br&gt;A man who is walkin around your building is all of a sudden prowling.The day just got a lil eerier and you swear that you have that sixth sense about someone voyeuring around , trying to click pics ..ah the horror. ! &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Damn..! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dont blame them really..i mean..come on ..they are females..they are Literally , the most insecure people on earth.. ( k no pun was initially intended but trring..in pops the stayfree secure ad ! dont blame me..blame the pun gods.. ) &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;- They need privacy&lt;br&gt;- They need love&lt;br&gt;- They need cosmetics&lt;br&gt;- They need their own balcony at the 5th floor to hang all the clothes they just washed&lt;br&gt;- They need the entire perimeter clear of cameras..(perimeter subject to the zooming ablity of the object.. so i guess max is like 360 mm ..translates to i donno how many metres .. :O)&lt;br&gt; - They need to feel important , though they are not..So they will definitely call up the apartment in charge, accuse him of letting insane unstable people (aka photographers) run around the building. . .&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;All said and done .. , the helpless owner is just gonna go &amp;quot; ah wtf ! the aunty does a #wifey again ! ..poor chap .. &amp;quot; , walks out of his room wearing the clothes his wife had hung yesterday at the balcony without any unfortunate hindrance from the glass carrying perverts...reaches the parking , stares in bewilderment at the heavily built (ya , BIG no secret ) man.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Man : *hmm curious onlooker guy approaching wearing yellow artistically challenged shirt...hm..admirer mayb*         *cough* &lt;br&gt;Owner  - &amp;quot;hello sir &amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Man : &amp;quot;Hmm yea ? &amp;quot; *pumping data from massively interconnected / mangled neurons to the medulla oblongata *&lt;br&gt; Owner: &amp;quot;People are feeling insecure with you walking around the apartment &amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Man : *looks down.verifies clothing * &amp;quot; but ...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Owner: &amp;quot;The camera ...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Man : &amp;quot;Oh ... &amp;quot; *ROFLCOPTERING..*&lt;br&gt; Owner: *ROFLCOPTERING ALONG*&lt;br&gt;Man:&amp;quot;Oh ok, so u mean the females ?&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;Owner:&amp;quot;Obviously sir &amp;quot; - ( gives a tell me something that i dont know look mixed with the agony of the chapati maker machine falling on his head expression)&lt;br&gt; Man: *sympathetic* &amp;quot;Oh , k , ya i understand ..i dont blame them (read as you ..)&amp;quot; (thinks about the last time he had an argument with a female frnd, in which he had pointlessly conceded all his opinions to the much superior frequency of her voice (headache looming in the background) *&lt;br&gt; Owner : &amp;quot; Hehehe... k , i strongly advice that you dont photograph at the back of the apartment &amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Man : &amp;quot; OH ..eh &amp;quot; , *WTFed momentarily* &amp;quot;Oh , y is that ?? &amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Owner : &amp;quot;Anything done at the back is considered illegal &amp;quot; *chuckle* &amp;lt;-- this can be a figment of my imagination..only the chuckle ie .. :P&lt;br&gt; Man: &amp;quot;haha..ok..but i cant help it..the backside has awesome shadow even at 10 in the morning..perfect for some silheouttes againt the sky etc...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Owner: &amp;quot; Ya i get it ...then , just make it a point that you dont point your camera at the building wen shooting &amp;quot; &lt;br&gt; Man : *wooot* (females not gonnna give up with a man prowling carryin a camera thats pointed downwards,laterally ,obliquely et al ) &lt;br&gt;Man: &amp;quot;Oh ok...great sir...you wanna take a look at my pics ? , you know , not to torture you for this or anything , but just to prove my innocence ?? &amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; Owner : &amp;quot;Nah , i know.... &amp;quot; ( i swear that he said &amp;quot;these females &amp;quot; under his breath....i swear  ! )&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Leaves. .. involuntarily giving the man with the camera unwritten permission to photograph the leaves and the sewage around the building... ( k, there wer loads of other things too..but believe me .. my apartment is the brightest red ! amazing colour..not photographin it is a sin ! )&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Man makes a mental note to floor all the aunties during the apartment community meetup with his verbal jugglery...or may be not fingers crossed :x&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-3244187482299412231?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/3244187482299412231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=3244187482299412231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3244187482299412231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3244187482299412231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/03/photograph-her.html' title='Photograph-her'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-8779013514110565377</id><published>2010-03-01T11:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-01T11:46:44.910+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Pervboy effect.</title><content type='html'>K , lets cut it straight, Guys dream about girls, ogle at them and seldom ignore them when they are walking in an extremely crowded marketplace where the girl ominously stands out from the rest of the LOCAL- girls in her bright blue salwar and her golden shining necklaces.. ( k i know i am pushing it , but its just an attempt to write more than what little information i have left in my brain )&lt;div&gt; SO, now you are mostly just wondering about how this girl looks / how guys can look at girls like that , instead of WHY ? or WHY we guys look at them at all...Hmm..heres a theory...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ask me , one of the most important things invented in math was the feedback formula.. , where you take something / some data and repeatedly filter /fine tune the data you get based on some previous experiences..Let that be data about your brainwave ( wic always adds up to zero) / data about your testosterone levels (adds upto infinity for me and may be a bell curve for u / zero for females) / data on girls ...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last one howver fellows , the last one has the most peculiar of effects...If you think its just ur hormones , just hold on ...it may not be just it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Test case 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; You find a girl at a bus stop.The bus is really late , really really...so ur ogling...just dumass (not dumas ) types..on and on...her dads watching you .. you just pretend that you are trying to look through her and read that infomercial they have pasted about pick pocketeers.(it must say , dont be absent minded ..fcorz not ..rite now , my brains the most active ! ) &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;So , there you go..ur wondering how shes pretty ..how how how ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a real scale , shed rank 6/10 when compared against Meg Ryan (ya heavy comparison) , Shakira ( i like her ok ?) , Kajol (Killer eyes ya ! ) , Anna hathaway ( Killer Eyes ..seriously )  / etc etc (the list is endless really ) ...BUT , shes gonna be all 10/10 for u in that tiny lil bus stop, especially since you tend to do some &amp;quot;absent minded / unnoticed / subsystemic conversions in your head &amp;quot; as i would call it ...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;The Conversion - (or the pervboy theorom )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Place : Inside brain ( rough estimate..i think i think with my brain in these scenarios.. :P )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Space : that guilt patch that was uncovered at the time you hit 15&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Time : Right when you panned away from her dad to her face (no adjectives yet )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your brain takes the girl away from her dad and transports her into a place where everyone else is either frozen , deaf, dumb or uglier than you are ..The closest place that can get you there if you ask me is India .. ( i loathe how we indian men look..  :P)  ..So you are in the right place , perfecto ! Now , all htat you need is a bus , You and her catching up on old issues , like that joke you cracked when you tried hitting on her..Shes talking in slow motion and her eyes are bobbing in and out of focus and you swear to god that her eyes are more beautiful than Genelia Desouzas...&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... &amp;quot; now shes waving her hair ,its more graceful than a sine wave ..more periodic and yet somehow hum...bling!..ly childish ..black shiny ..sunsilk ad takes a back seat..You swear to god that its better than Asins hair and you let her top the list again &amp;quot; ........&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- you do this iteratively in the shortest amount of time allocated to you based on the weight-age you have opted for her hair , eyes , palms hands..ah what the heck.. u know wat m sayin ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the end, the girl ends up scoring more than 100/100 on most occassions and this kinda wears off with time..If it doesnt , good luck to you... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS : Dear girls , thank you for being the most beautiful creatures on earth..most importantly, thank god that you are the opposite sex :P &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God , thank you for letting man invent kajal /masscara ..it has truly love massacred a thousand male souls ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-8779013514110565377?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/8779013514110565377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=8779013514110565377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/8779013514110565377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/8779013514110565377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/02/pervboy-effect.html' title='The Pervboy effect.'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-8055771777321336345</id><published>2010-02-22T15:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-22T15:49:15.659+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How to be a Nice Guy</title><content type='html'>Some things that u can do away with if u want a sure shot way of being a nice guy..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. The jokes , the jokes.... ! -  k if u have a decent sense of humour u should check it...Coz no one likes humour around here...&lt;br&gt; 2. The sarcasm - this is a huge deal..its not a joke ! i mean literally ! bein sarcastic is not being funny...its being  worse ... its rude.. how mean ! &lt;br&gt;3. Dont be casual , be nice .... - implies not saying stuff like , &amp;quot;dude , i ll take care of it later &amp;quot; and saying  &amp;quot;OH, ok ... sure man , i ll get that done ..first thing once im done with what is in my hand &amp;quot; ( essentially means the same thing ....)&lt;br&gt; 4.Ask about the weather , the lunch ..please keep talking to her (applies mostly to chicks.. ) , so that she doesnt feel bored , out of place , insecure, stupid etc...and u feel that instead.Strict no - no on music (Rock is just a wanna be genre u c ...if u like rock you are a wanna be...LAME ),no info on photography, blogs etc to be shared coz they ll think that you are marketting urself.. So kindly talk about stuff thats of no use to anyone....&lt;br&gt; 5.One of the most important things that most people look for in a nice guy is his ability to tolerate all the shit that they say.May it be about their knowledge on music (like my frnd @sudhamshu pointed out. ... someone told him that yanni is a rockstar and all he cud was nod his head to it... hes a nice guy isnt he ? ).If people tell you that Keralas capital is Calicut  (ask any BIT ian ..they know it is ! ) , all that you are allowed to do is nod your head like a tender coconut swaying in the wind (thats what they see in you when they know that you are from kerala)&lt;br&gt; 6.You Officially have to accept Telugu as your mother tongue if you have any Telugu guys for teammates.&lt;br&gt;7.You should never have your own opinions&lt;br&gt;8.You are allowed to eat only during / between / not spanning the entire interval unless less than 75 minutes - 8-10 (breakfast)  12-2 (lunch) , 4-5 (snacks) , 8-10 (dinner)&lt;br&gt; 9.If you dont have a non telugu roommate , then you must listen to the next south indianish guy ( this might sometimes make Maharashtra the next south india (esp if we have kashmiris in teh group , which might not even qualify as india , if china keeps goin.. ) - MN guys please dont mind ) &lt;br&gt; 10.Your food is your god.If you claim that you dont care about what the cook makes , you are disrespecting the people around you for not letting him make good food ( WTF ) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-8055771777321336345?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/8055771777321336345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=8055771777321336345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/8055771777321336345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/8055771777321336345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-to-be-nice-guy.html' title='How to be a Nice Guy'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-749102497004775097</id><published>2010-02-11T14:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-11T14:40:21.381+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Misdirected Patriotism</title><content type='html'>Patriotism - it means loving your country..Loving your country more than anything else&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It doesnt mean - Hating other countries,killing people in the other countries,mistreating people in the other countries,not allowing people from other countries to enter your countriy,treating the people in your country like VIPs and others like they are limbless bastards,insulting people in your neighbourhood country so that you can glorify your national pride.....&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;FUCK IT : We are all just people..Just lame people who are after our own happiness..If i have a gun pointed to your head , you are just going to give me a cheap shot in the groin and gimme a taste of my own bullet..even if i am your brother,your mother/ your sister.....&lt;br&gt; We have no claim over our motherland.We have no claim over anything.The only claim we can make is our right/duty to protect our loved and dear ones.Unless and until it can mean death to your loved one , you shouldnt just give a FUCK...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Law and Order : We  india are a very huge country..Bringing in people like pakistani batsmen, if at all , can only pose a security risk and not a risk to our national pride.What if pakistanis were involved ? Havnt we indians killed too ? Havent we sinned too ? Its the sin we must hate and not the sinner..Even if you wanna hate the sinnner , dont hate the sinners country..&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I am not a pakistani supporter..I am not a chauvinist either..But i dont see the difference between the life of a human here and the life of a human there....If he wants to play for a club here, i dont see anything except glorified / meaningless indian chauvinism coming in the way...ShahRukh Khan is justified for what he did....I will justify anyone who stands up for a human cause.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;PS : I thought these things were obvious...Until i had a very heated argument about his with my friends , with many wanting to just support IPLs cause..WTFed ..really...&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-749102497004775097?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/749102497004775097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=749102497004775097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/749102497004775097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/749102497004775097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/02/misdirected-patriotism.html' title='Misdirected Patriotism'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-7994837534467040018</id><published>2010-02-08T18:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-08T18:31:26.854+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The MNopqrS</title><content type='html'>MNopqrS -&amp;quot; we are so bloody unique coz we come at the posterior end of the alphabet.we cant let anyone steal our thunder..please get rid of tuvxyz for me........&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;to the MNopqrS - TALL claim dudes...!&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-7994837534467040018?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/7994837534467040018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=7994837534467040018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/7994837534467040018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/7994837534467040018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/02/mnopqrs.html' title='The MNopqrS'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-4726974318895250984</id><published>2010-02-08T01:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-08T01:22:31.975+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just another post</title><content type='html'>This is just going to be random.... :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;TOpic 1 :&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Saving tigers &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well the tigers should understand that we humans are a very complex race..We are the largest in population capable of killing a million peoples happiness by uttering one wrong word and one selfish act (even insects cant do tat..ever blame a mosquito for sucking ur blood ? ).. If we cared , we wouldnt blog about it...may be we would actually....&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;It should be more like...we wouldnt JUST blog about it ...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Topic 2 : &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Saving our asses&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We are experts at it.If we dont do it , we are often called stupid ,dumb, slow brained,sissy,truthful,Mahatma Gandhi etc.....so i guess theres no point discussin that anymore....Humans are not cannibalistic..so u dont have to fear death SO much..Help someone in need,instead of saving your ass all the time ! .its not going to kill you.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Topic 3 &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love : Love is really complicated..these days i only feel the need for it when i am lonely and jobless..though  , it makes me realize that its a lot more powerful than it seems - esp when u r just reminiscing about how good it would be to have someone with you, in the times of loneliness....Its a lot more than that...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Topic 4 &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Music : Its fun only coz ur happy playin it... (dark songs just reduce the grief i &lt;a href="http://guess.by"&gt;guess.by&lt;/a&gt; letting u vent it..i am not such a huge fan though :) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Topic 5 &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Monday : is a pain..but the Mondaynity is just short lived..atleast it isnt unexpected sabotage.. (like parts of my weekend )&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-4726974318895250984?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/4726974318895250984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=4726974318895250984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/4726974318895250984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/4726974318895250984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-another-post.html' title='Just another post'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-7225896675414602522</id><published>2010-02-01T19:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:42:51.398+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Casual-IT-y</title><content type='html'>The Heading came from this -- &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, usually if you are an IT professional, you would naturally draw to yourself the unwanted causality - solution syndrome.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Step 1 : You are assigned some feature/bug which is to be fixed in OLD code (aka somthing u dint write :P )&lt;br&gt; Step 2 : You Fix it.&lt;br&gt;Step 3 :OLD Code fukks up after a month during load and stress testing and you get blamed for it every time&lt;br&gt;Step 4:You swallow huge volumes of conditioned polluted recirculated air from the surroundings of ur cubicle and swear to god that hell is disneyland.&lt;br&gt; Step 5:People will sympathize and all you can do is hear some retards quote your fix as the root cause&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Step ULTIMATE : Next time you fix the code, you are stuck analysing teh root cause for the problem and looking for an ultimate solution...==&amp;gt; Nothing is impossible --&amp;gt;this almost counts as nothing....&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;SO ,in this rather heavy procedure described just above , you (the IT professional if yo are one / me if you arent one ) , are transforming yourself (/myself ) into a simple turing machine..(google it ) ..Though a lil imperfect.....&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;inspite of all the work put in ..we can always get our ass kicked for the smallest of errors...like a famous guy on twitter said ... &amp;quot;to err is human..to forgive is not company policy . )&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On this joyous occassion of selfless selfs ass kicking .... i would like to request you to visit my flickr page and bash me with some comments..i really wanna know wat u think.. !! -- &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/camera_bipod"&gt;www.flickr.com/photos/camera_bipod&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-7225896675414602522?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/7225896675414602522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=7225896675414602522' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/7225896675414602522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/7225896675414602522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/02/casual-it-y.html' title='Casual-IT-y'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-1332057249465491134</id><published>2010-01-14T16:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:27:07.564+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fell 4 a Smile , well .. almost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well , i would have fallen for sure if it were a girl.No doubt.I am sucker for their smiles.Seriously...Sometimes its harrowing.It seems that my mind goes into this high inertia spins ,blurring them out and in again.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;But this time , it was something totally different.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;11 am , and enter bus.500 C Volvo from Marathahalli to my office in outer ring road.just a 2 km ride..Managed to catch a seat right in the middle where i could clearly catch a glimpse of the outside world..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;(meanwhile ,started wondering about the buses that i had seen on &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/purplebeats"&gt;purplebeats&lt;/a&gt; photostream ,with an open roof...She had mentioned Jayanagar .Dint remember seein BMTC buses like those before..The pic was particularly beautiful.It deluded me into considering a possiblility of having such special moments everyday,since it was such an everyday scene.Bus with a transparent roof , and loads of flowering trees on top...Bliss...heaven.purplebeats has been very inspiring,esp with photography (and if u wer wondering wat else, well a lot of thing i can apply to music and boredom at work eliminations :P ).Thanks to her....)&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;The bus conductor looked like a nice guy...He was all smiles in serving the people who were ready to pay him some hefty , almost 4 times the usual bus fares to travel to more than usual destinations....Was quite impressed with him esp , in a job like that i find nothin amusing (long term ,short term involves fun looking at pretty girls and possible trip through some nice roads in jayanagar ? :P ) ...&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;C : (Smile ) What stop ?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Me: Kadabisanahalli (smile =| (no gaying please))&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;C: K &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;(takes 5 bucks , leaves )&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Me : WTF&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Me : Bhaiyya ticket ?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;C : Chaahiye kya (same smile)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Me:Haaan...chaahiye bhai&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Me: Kitna chaai piyoge free mein ?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;C:same smile...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;So much for me goin by the smile theory......i guess the smile is innocent if an innocent guy smiles , by that i mean anyone other than the guy who steals money from passengers and keeps it for himself....the guy was almost a piss off... bad judgment.. :P&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something&lt;/strong&gt; off the topic, since i mentioned some stuff related to &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/purplebeats"&gt;purplebeats &lt;/a&gt;an all..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Gave the DSC H10 back to my sis..After all i d be a hypocrite to keep it after giftin it to her :).Now on a dsc - t77 from my friend here..a good camera.Has a touch sensitive focus too !! :D .Missing manual modes a lot :| .&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Guitar went well the last time i practised.M starting to love music more and more everyday....Learning a lot of things about oneself educated about his  technology and learning the art (traditionally/say like from a website :P ) is really indispensable to recreating your thoughts/ideas..May it be in music or anything else.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Thanks to all.. :)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-1332057249465491134?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/1332057249465491134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=1332057249465491134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/1332057249465491134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/1332057249465491134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2010/01/fell-4-smile-well-almost.html' title='Fell 4 a Smile , well .. almost'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-2457980846070142606</id><published>2009-12-21T20:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:12:20.134+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Switch</title><content type='html'>He was immune to it till now.Life was different.It was boring and mundane and usual.All before that happened.He wasnt sure about what had caused the change.The change however lingered on maliciously, grinning and smiriking everytime he tried to shake it off...All of a sudden he felt like an outlaw, massacaring people by huge numbers.He felt responsible.Kind of ironic, for a murderer.Everything seemed to be still in place.He couldnt notice anything out of the ordinary.There were clues planted, he knew , but he just couldnt find them.May be it requires patience and some more time.It just wasnt his day to figure out.He needed some fresh air ,a long due break.&lt;br&gt; The times were changing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-2457980846070142606?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/2457980846070142606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=2457980846070142606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/2457980846070142606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/2457980846070142606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2009/12/switch.html' title='Switch'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-3993309732278117509</id><published>2009-12-18T19:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-18T19:04:32.860+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Snippets of an afterlife -- II</title><content type='html'>K , its gonna be called snippets of an afterlife , coz  this is the life after , whatever i am going to write in this snippet happened... :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;THis time , it was a bus.There was a crowd.Highly unpleasing to my mind of course.This means no offense to anyone present there.Its only unpleasing because they were all standing between me and her.I am not so sure about whatever i said just now though.For a second , may be i did want them around.It just made me realize that i was prepared to put in some extra effort to angle my neck away from the gentleman standing next to me to get a good look of her.She had gorgeous hair , beautiful fair skin too.Her eyes were small , but however not as tiny as , what i would call , the chinky eyes.But nevertheless....She was pretty.&lt;br&gt; I m still awed by how the human brain identifies the pretty faces.Actually ,its only pretty when ur brain tells you that its pretty.So more or less , you are hell bent upon trusting your brain anyway.So this time , i was pretty sure that i would definitely trust my brain.She was beautiful.A rare find on the way to work in a stretch that spans hardly 2 Kms.God i wish i d stayed a lil more away from my office.Of course my bus would still traverse the same route.Hm..ya i want the brigade road stretch as well....Cheap flats in Cunningham road anyone ?? :P &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; ---- I would always make an effort , from now on to bring to the attention of anyone who is judging me right now, calling me a die hard romeo , that , I am temporarily out of that phase because i am a software engineer.I can only ogle.Putting love into practise costs too much time for me :) .&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-3993309732278117509?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/3993309732278117509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=3993309732278117509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3993309732278117509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3993309732278117509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2009/12/snippets-of-afterlife-ii.html' title='Snippets of an afterlife -- II'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-7656882769740820310</id><published>2009-12-14T17:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:53:17.184+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Vanity</title><content type='html'>Pride mattered.It mattered more to him than anything else.This was what he was told to do.He believed in it.The world always showed him that there was only one way out.That was to live life the way he wanted to, in his own terms.He wouldnt sacrifice that for anything.Anything.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;It was almost time.He had to say goodbye.There was no time for that though.He decided that he wouldnt and wrote it all down on a letter.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It read -&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br&gt; Dear All ( That includes all those who love me, i do not know how many) ,&lt;br&gt;            I am going to live life my on my own terms.Though as ironic as it may sound, i am going to do it by ending it.Yes , i will only be a faint memory in your heads by the time you have finished reading this and had a good hot cup of jo at your place and by the time you have your friends / those who are important to you coming to you and slipping in some sympathy..I feel happy for you , especially since my death is not going to make any difference in your lives.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Hoping that i have been a good friend.( may be i am lying to myself.I have not been , i know ..but these are my last words, i dont care if i am lying..atleast today) ....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your Friend,&lt;br&gt;Joe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;                       The letter ended there.Another waste of life , a mind destroying itself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Joe was schizophrenic.Arent we all sometimes...i wonder &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Note : I am not going nuts.But i thought this post could be  a lil eerry for anyones liking.hence i disclaim again.. I am not a psycho !! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-7656882769740820310?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/7656882769740820310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=7656882769740820310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/7656882769740820310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/7656882769740820310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanity.html' title='Vanity'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-8362203312577358282</id><published>2009-12-10T13:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:10:25.073+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Live the way you want (and dont crib )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;we are different colors&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;but the same hearts&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;we think we the same mind&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;but yet we think so different&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;all of us need a way to unwind&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;take ur tension away let your fear play&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;let it play and let me run away&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;never face it , just watch it &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Yah m game , nd me so lame&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;This is life , this is where you fare,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;this is no dare , yet thres no playin fair&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;look at him , gettin better and better&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;and look at me , makin his life better&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;you aint no god, you aint no soul maker&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;you aint no preacher aint no saint&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;cynics have more sense than you &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;while i you preach , they ignore you ?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;You think you are different, ya ur boy&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;so are they , they dont care for ur joy&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;its how you get it that matters ,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;at last.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-8362203312577358282?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/8362203312577358282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=8362203312577358282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/8362203312577358282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/8362203312577358282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2009/12/live-way-you-want-and-dont-crib.html' title='Live the way you want (and dont crib )'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-6142689803941598345</id><published>2009-12-08T22:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:48:34.884+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Who will save the planet ?</title><content type='html'>I am really wondering if its the bad people who are destroying the planet.Ya i know this is a very corny statement.It puts in a lot of stereotypical characters in it.Esp the corporate lords, the nuclear power manufacturer,coke,pepsi etc.&lt;br&gt; But, really ??? is it them ?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;M not so sure.I dont think anyone really , except some real dedicated GreenPeace workers and some environmentalists,give a damn about saving the planet.Why else would you not ask your landlord to keep a waste  disposal system?why else would you leave that paper  cup to rot on the road ?Why else will you convenience yourself with that plastic bag ? &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I wonder.We are all hypocrites arent we......&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We consumers are all guilty.Coz we are powerless..We are weak.We dont care.We live coz we can always make up excuses to live this way.The way we choose , the way others choose..Damn us all..&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- A hypocrite who is a member of GreenPeace.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-6142689803941598345?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/6142689803941598345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=6142689803941598345' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/6142689803941598345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/6142689803941598345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2009/12/who-will-save-planet.html' title='Who will save the planet ?'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-5306469994037228378</id><published>2009-12-08T22:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:28:23.579+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Boys are from MaAre and Girls are from Venus.</title><content type='html'>Hmmm......I wanted to pun on that but there are some people who understand puns and who care about them.Like chetan bhagat..hahaha..&lt;br&gt;For more on chetan bhaghat twitterGATE refer twitter for #chetanblocks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Also , coming back to the point.....&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;1.This week as usual was very varied in terms of entertainment.Except one occasion where i managed to ogle at one of my fav chicks (ya if ur wondering who...its no one.My fav is chick is simply the last chick whose name i do not know , and i can stare at from far away, without disturbin her or her presence   :P) .&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;2.This week was very very very freaky esp since my roomies and I got a new COOK..OH YEAAAH...We also got a gas cylinder / pressure cooker/gas stove tc and et al.So now i can cook.About time i started taking cooking lessons from milcom&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;3.Did i mention that i go running sometimes ? no ..i guess not.Please dont faint....I m kidding..naah actually m not......before u faint again..let me reassure u that i do go running in the morning when i feel like it.I am finding the bridge that crosses over the railway platform extremely hard to complete in one go.Esp since it climbs up @ some 30 degree or somethin.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;4.And ya...m not wrming up on the drums thing..at home too tufff to practice /concentrate..thanks to a lot of ppl.,and my laziness..somehow i think m too sensitiv to ppl listening when im warming up.. :D ..&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-5306469994037228378?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/5306469994037228378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=5306469994037228378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/5306469994037228378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/5306469994037228378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2009/12/boys-are-from-maare-and-girls-are-from.html' title='Boys are from MaAre and Girls are from Venus.'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-6505766081066252204</id><published>2009-12-04T16:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-04T16:43:10.825+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Silent Guilt</title><content type='html'>The deep voice beneath&lt;br&gt;Mumbles to itself&lt;br&gt;It cries without a single tear&lt;br&gt;You lose , i  win&lt;br&gt;Mumbles the other&lt;br&gt;Greed takes over,&lt;br&gt;Plight takes the other.&lt;br&gt;Guilty I am &lt;br&gt;Of not loving you&lt;br&gt; For not living your life &lt;br&gt; For not being me&lt;br&gt; For being my Ego&lt;br&gt; Being my dreams&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-6505766081066252204?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/6505766081066252204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=6505766081066252204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/6505766081066252204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/6505766081066252204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2009/12/silent-guilt.html' title='Silent Guilt'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-3115648541192717793</id><published>2009-12-04T00:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:06:10.027+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming again ....</title><content type='html'>Its just that life , as i see it , is moer like a teaser as days pass by.It gives u the confidence to pursue what you want and then finally when you think you are ready , it pulls you up your feet and then lets u dangle upside down and lets go , and you get a nice taste of all the mess on teh ground.This was more or less what came of with my conversation with my very anonymous friend Thor also.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Thor_ obviously  , the man he is , totally refuted the idea of people wanting to do something with their life.He thought that it was good enuf that we live it and then die, and move on and so forth.This obviously , does not mean tat you just wake up every day go the boring office , borign work , come back ,nice interesting book etc...but it just means taht you are content with what you have and confident that you are doing well.So much stuff for a man who had very varied interests from S/W Engg.I was kinda surprised.&lt;br&gt; I still think its important that one follows his or her dreams and have a want to do something so that , atleast when the end comes, you would have actually ended up doing something out of that something..if not everything.... i believe in dreams , and i hope one day , those dreams realized , will take care of my belief in myself.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-3115648541192717793?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/3115648541192717793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=3115648541192717793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3115648541192717793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/3115648541192717793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2009/12/dreaming-again.html' title='Dreaming again ....'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-1805761170266273840</id><published>2009-11-24T12:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-24T12:23:49.924+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Snippet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is a new series, starting again ,from something my man anonymous told me.its an ode to random chics (mainly) or happenings on the highway/basement/street/office/cafeteria/bus/car/train et al.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I saw u in Brigade Road, my heart it skipped a beat.Thank god that i was not too upbeat coz the i would have tripped over my feet.Not too clever to be ogling blindly on a rainy day on a slippery street...Nevertheless u wer pretty...&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Caught a glimpse of her on the way back too..This time there was waay to much stuff in my head for more mumblings..Just let her pass by and the brain refreshed itself after 30 good seconds..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-1805761170266273840?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/1805761170266273840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=1805761170266273840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/1805761170266273840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/1805761170266273840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2009/11/snippet.html' title='Snippet.'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-1023360560773272150</id><published>2009-11-24T11:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-23T02:16:44.570+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Conscience upgrade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was not just any day..It was a saturday , and ya u mite go ahead and say " Holy crap, that comes every 7 days..blah" .But ...It was not any saturday.It was the saturday before a happily single girl got married of , and more importantly (totally unrelated to the marriage ..dont make a connection..yet ! ) , my dear buddy thor , gave himself a conscience upgrade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me , thor , thor me , me thor , thor me...Yes , it sounds like a very unfortunate pair.The ogre from the swamp, instead of being paird up with a funny ,funny-looking donkey, instead gets paired up with a gangly , truly and well deservingly self proclaimed and provable in many other ways --&amp;nbsp;obnoxious self obsessed people loathing curly haired prick, who does not even resemble the norse&amp;nbsp;god he claims himself to be in&amp;nbsp;his many i(un) nfamous profiles...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming back to the point, about the conscience upgrade ie..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not easy to stay with someone whose only aim is to get entertained from the plight of others.Esp when the others --&amp;gt;other and the other --&amp;gt; is you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes , ofcorz.Me the masochist (thors analogy..) , loves every moment of it and hence this was not different from any other sessions that i v had with him..Only this time , thor seems to have struck on the little guilt patch he has been skipping over successfuly the past 100 million times...Hmmm...Fcorz. ur bound to fall some day......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would call it still ,a conscience upgrade..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Respects to thor for all the shitloads of false ideas he has about himself.But hes a jolly good fellow with a heck of a load of good ones to .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Masochist.&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/6991553110999057577-1023360560773272150?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/1023360560773272150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=1023360560773272150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/1023360560773272150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/1023360560773272150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2009/11/conscience-upgrade.html' title='Conscience upgrade.'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-2295006600713119020</id><published>2009-11-19T02:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-19T02:45:36.206+05:30</updated><title type='text'>on 2012</title><content type='html'>Preface --- Thor , my man would love this movie coz hes gonnaa bitch about it endless....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2012 is a tribute to modern movie graphics.I would even go so far to say that 2012 is the best special effects i have seen on a 70mm screen (this is coz i get to see my roomie in 3D all the time..he is something like a special effect once he is high :P ).2012 can be called the modern mans 300  :P , but it would still qualify as only a video game version of a real steven spielber moie.The director ,whoever he is , through cheap stunts (emotional ones i mean ) ,tries to bringa notion of humanness in the movie , while he actually tries to add 300 % novelty and another 200 % panache to people getting killed in huge huge huge numbers....You would know what i am talking about once you watch a fat man boxer dying while saving his kid, Ugly german accent guy crashing plane etc.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Also, these bastards who survive are made to look like heroes , while they are just plain lucky ....or should i say Plane Lucky ! Whatever that may be , the movie makes absolutely no effort to show that there are more than 30 people involved in teh whole plot, including a bengali guy , in eastern india who speaks english better than hindi....pathetic....&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Thank you 2012 for the amazing effects.But u are still a lame crowd appeasing unrealistic entertainer .... This only coming from me because this theme i felt , could have brought a lot out of what could happen when the human race is in such a condition...&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-2295006600713119020?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/2295006600713119020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=2295006600713119020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/2295006600713119020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/2295006600713119020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-2012.html' title='on 2012'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-6239111450672048384</id><published>2009-11-05T12:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-05T12:37:23.603+05:30</updated><title type='text'>AN ODE - BIG TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is an ode to X .&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I ll call this person X , quite contarary to my usual non caring attitude towards peoples privacy , because this is supposed to be a freakin ODE ! So respect to Privacy ! M sure that this persons gonna need it as well ;)&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Before X ,i had a head that jutted out 14 cm tall , jutting out from my body, heavily loaded with classic mallu gibberish and tam brahm tayir saadham.Thayir saadham ,you mite say is good ..Oh yes it is , but not when its INSIDE your head. :)&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Before X , i was pretty sure that the only place where i can go wrong in life is when i decide that i will opt to be an &lt;em&gt;average&lt;/em&gt; human being.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Before X, i thought that i was the single most awesome person on the planet , and everyone must be like i am.Or the way X puts it  --  &amp;quot; X : You expect people to be mirror images of yourself  &amp;quot; .That was the greatest advice ever !.Being realised in small doses.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Before X , i could not see why someone needed to do all the hardwork in the world.Why someone was called hardworking and why someone talented.Later on (this obviously means after X ) , i came to realize that this distinguishment was only made by the people who judged all of them.The talented ./ the untalented etc.The talented hardly make it look like they are working. :)&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Before X , i couldnt understand what my emotions meant to me / what it meant to others.X gave me a fair perspective :)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;X , it was nice having you around. ( X is still alive by the way. this is no obituary..will keep oding to X if i feel the need for it. )&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-6239111450672048384?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/6239111450672048384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=6239111450672048384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/6239111450672048384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/6239111450672048384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2009/11/ode-big-time.html' title='AN ODE - BIG TIME'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-9031140396294058463</id><published>2009-11-02T23:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:26:52.822+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Civilization</title><content type='html'>I have been wondering if I would ever meet, or if i ever met , realize that  i have met , a man who wanted everything.Both my questions are still unanswered / i would rather say , unrealized as i struggle with myself to understand , if i could ever put myself in that mans place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i am not the only one.Its everyone in this world, every soul,every being that can breathe and move and feed.Every living object that includes  the lush green of the amazon and the dried up flora in the Thar.Everything.&lt;br /&gt;Scary the prospect is sometimes , when you think that your Best Friend Might stab you , if he is facing a situation where he might be killed if he doesnt kill you.Thats the bare minimum he would ask for.Life, survival.No one would dare to argue.Your Life Vs Mine ? Chances are i ll choose mine..&lt;br /&gt;Scary the prospect is sometimes,when you think that you might be someone elses dinner ( indirectly.say,murder for money) when the Killer has little choice but to kill you or get killed.&lt;br /&gt;Scary,is the fact that , looking into yourself to seek the truth,would yield along with the truth,the supreme love for yourself as the worlds ultimate formula.&lt;br /&gt;Scary is the world , when you realize that , the man Charles Darwin was not a complete jack ass , when he said that the world lives on the principle of the survival of the fittest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom Line&lt;br /&gt; -- Civilization is the only thing that keeps you from running for your life.Respect it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-9031140396294058463?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/9031140396294058463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=9031140396294058463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/9031140396294058463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/9031140396294058463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2009/11/civilization.html' title='Civilization'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-4933961015228934858</id><published>2009-10-30T16:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-30T16:56:13.757+05:30</updated><title type='text'>She</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;All i can hear.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;all i can see&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;all i can do&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;all i can spell&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;all i could dream&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;all i could sing&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;all i could write &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;all i could feel&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;naah , not her&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;was me all the way.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Lifes so fucked up&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;even poets dont care.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;-- Devoted to all the imaginary illusions/halllucinations/infatuations that iv had in my past life ( pre - post time :P )&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-4933961015228934858?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/4933961015228934858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=4933961015228934858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/4933961015228934858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/4933961015228934858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2009/10/she.html' title='She'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991553110999057577.post-5609470492464437402</id><published>2009-10-27T14:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-27T14:12:27.968+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Headphone Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just realised that fixing a headphone can be as easy as blowing a nice clean breath of &amp;quot; fresh &amp;quot; &amp;quot;clean &amp;quot; air into the soundholes.I know you are going to start wondering what the problem was.No , it wasnt the dandruff /earwax stuck on its surface / yesterdays lunch /dinner or the likes, i know you think m being crazy by suggesting such a solution, but Iff (if and only if ) your headphones have a bass distortion problem , with teh bass sounding like a DJ turntable gone on a not so pretty merry go round ride / like your maid sweeping an entire floor stuck with sandpaper -- Please try this method.IT MIGHT JUST WORK.COZ IT WORKED FOR ME..&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I would also like to thank &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; 1. Landmark - For replacing my babies (&lt;em&gt;senheisser&lt;/em&gt; earphones ) ,who had a low bass tolerance , twice ! (these might have worked with my current invention ), inspite of spoiling the second one in a matter of 3 days (bass soemhow was busted).&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; 2.&lt;em&gt;Senheisser&lt;/em&gt; , you guys rock.Please keep making such brilliant,affordable (800 bucks flat ! ) earphones with such supreme bass definition.I know, some guys are gonna tell you that bose is the best and bass aint so good in large quantities etc etc..but dont listen to them.BOSE headphones had shit for bass when i plugged them into my economy mp3 player.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; 3.Shankar Ehsaan Loy - Thanks to you .Otherwise i would have never bought these babies :) ..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; 4.To my babies (aka earphones ) -- Please keep playin those wonderful tunes.Thanks for introducing me to true bass and Naresh Kamath . I would have never noticed it on the Philips.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991553110999057577-5609470492464437402?l=shrecks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/feeds/5609470492464437402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6991553110999057577&amp;postID=5609470492464437402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/5609470492464437402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991553110999057577/posts/default/5609470492464437402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrecks.blogspot.com/2009/10/headphone-miracle.html' title='Headphone Miracle'/><author><name>shrecks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473646814547989357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3SID0c1BNgI/R97IC42-cQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/muFtuB5p4zw/S220/pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
