<?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-8059246048960801376</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:24:19.528-07:00</updated><category term='Patriotism'/><category term='Random Topics'/><category term='Love of my life'/><category term='Incidents'/><category term='How was my day'/><category term='Inspirational'/><category term='Screwing Education'/><category term='Poetic'/><title type='text'>Lazy teen's stuff</title><subtitle type='html'>Lazy, to say, but not irresponsible..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059246048960801376.post-7227468124274531226</id><published>2010-01-10T08:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T08:31:28.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the hell should I study?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Isn't it enough that I think about studying, why the fuck do my exams come every second week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    The moment I tend to recover from exam fever, it comes standing next to me saying '&lt;em&gt;Hello loser&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Why the heck should I study and do things which I don't like, fuck this engineering, I hate being an engineer, I've lost &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; in training myself to become a professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Professionalism is not what I seek, I want fun and joy, I want the feeling of '&lt;strong&gt;being myself'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;    &lt;/strong&gt;Last semester was freakin' part of my life, the period in which I enjoyed the most, did every freakin' things possible, yet cleared all my subjects with good percentage. Well to say, I got 80%. When I said about my score to all, every one's reaction was '&lt;strong&gt;fuck, how can you..&lt;/strong&gt;' (With their eyebrows raised in shock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    None was ready to believe, how can a zombie like me can, especially I didn't believe it, my reaction was same as everyone else' was, I was obliged to ask myself '&lt;em&gt;is it a dream?&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Another woefully weeded exam cart is coming my way, in stead of grooming (studying), I'm blogging. Fully aware of the fact that if I start even now I can easily pass tomorrow's test, wait. Why the hell I'm ruining my Sunday, Sundays aren't meant for studies, how the hell I can even think of studying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    I'll easily clear tomorrow's test as I cleared last semester without studying, so &lt;strong&gt;why the hell should I study?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;    Fuck Internals, Fuck Engineering, at last fuck studies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059246048960801376-7227468124274531226?l=rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/7227468124274531226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8059246048960801376&amp;postID=7227468124274531226' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/7227468124274531226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/7227468124274531226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-hell-should-i-study.html' title='Why the hell should I study?'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059246048960801376.post-8063743970943602139</id><published>2009-12-31T07:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T05:17:44.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self made Jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse" border="0"&gt;&lt;colgroup&gt;&lt;col style="WIDTH: 309px"&gt;&lt;col style="WIDTH: 309px"&gt;&lt;/colgroup&gt;&lt;tbody valign="top"&gt;&lt;tr style="HEIGHT: 252px"&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 0.5pt solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 0.5pt solid; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: black 0.5pt solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 0.5pt solid"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e83e1c;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey Kacy, donkey on a plane..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Kacy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#5c44ea;"&gt;What.? Is that supposed to be funny.. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e83e1c;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes..! Donkey on a plane..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Kacy&lt;span style="color:#e747dc;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#5c44ea;"&gt;It's not funny though.. :-@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e83e1c;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donkey inside a plan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Kacy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#5c44ea;"&gt;Man..% You've completely lost it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#5c44ea;"&gt;I'll call my dad and he will say 'donkey on a plane'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#5c44ea;"&gt;And then I'm sure you'll find it funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 0.5pt solid; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: black 0.5pt solid; BORDER-RIGHT: black 0.5pt solid"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7030a0;"&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;What you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7030a0;"&gt;Talking to you.. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;C'on.. It isn't time to kid..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7030a0;"&gt;Seriously, don't you believe me..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I give up..? &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7030a0;"&gt;He he..! OMG..! look at you.. Nothing was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7030a0;"&gt;just jobless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;That's better…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7030a0;"&gt;Ok, What you doing..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Boy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Chatting with you…! Lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="HEIGHT: 252px"&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 0.5pt solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 0.5pt solid; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: black 0.5pt solid"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e36c0a;"&gt;Come on son, let's have some adventurous task&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Son:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7030a0;"&gt;Yayee..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e36c0a;"&gt;You're happy isn't it..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Son:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7030a0;"&gt;Ya..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e36c0a;"&gt;Then go and get hand tool..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Son:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7030a0;"&gt;Wow..! We are going for hunting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e36c0a;"&gt;No, we are going for gardening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Son:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7030a0;"&gt;What the f*** ..! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 0.5pt solid; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: black 0.5pt solid"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;color:#7030a0;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:14;color:red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ass kissing and false praising will seriously be appreciated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; * &lt;span style="font-size:14;color:#7030a0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lol..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/8059246048960801376-8063743970943602139?l=rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/8063743970943602139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8059246048960801376&amp;postID=8063743970943602139' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/8063743970943602139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/8063743970943602139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2009/12/self-made-jokes.html' title='Self made Jokes'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059246048960801376.post-152189113571418345</id><published>2009-12-29T01:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T01:16:00.576-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Incidents'/><title type='text'>New Year’s resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is my 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; New Year celebration, and up to what I remember I've been taking New Year's resolution right from my 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade. Good isn't it? But worst at the same time, I never followed my resolutions for more than a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade New Year's resolution (I wonder I really took at that age)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll never fling on with abusive terms, which I'd have overdrawn on 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; day (and every another year I repeated with that resolution, hope I wouldn't have to continue with it in the next year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll eat all green vegetables, obliged to me by my mom (I tried to follow, but never succeeded in it, believe me, I'm trying till now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll always maintain brotherly relation with Bipin (my old neighbor), in a sense I'll never fight with him, and it was that time we shifted our home. It also been almost 7 years since we came across, but technically I kept that resolution (Just because we never met)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So it means, New Year's resolution are meant to be broken, but as a part of routine I've designed a new set of resolution this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Many said that I talk longer over phone, well that's not bad, but I talk longer even when I'm in gathering (I know it's rude, but didn't realized it until my friend pointed it out), So, my first resolution &lt;strong&gt;I'll avoid conversation over phone while I'm in gathering&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My first ever resolution &lt;strong&gt;I'll try not to use abusive words&lt;/strong&gt; (I pray I follow this one at least, I'm quite fed up of repeating it every year) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll always help poor; up to what I can&lt;/strong&gt; (I realized that the joy lies in giving after all my friends suggested going for some charity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll always make a point in following only one book at a time&lt;/strong&gt; (Many times I read two books, and end up leaving both the books half way), I might omit this resolution because I'm currently reading Mein Kampf, which is so boring, reading it will be a mind-numbing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let us see if I follow this, and also this December 31&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; will mark a complete one year to my blogging. &lt;strong&gt;Thanks to all my visitors&lt;/strong&gt; lol.. I'm talking like hundreds of people visit my space daily. But who ever visits is now a part of my life. Again I'm behaving like I'm getting blog award. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059246048960801376-152189113571418345?l=rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/152189113571418345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8059246048960801376&amp;postID=152189113571418345' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/152189113571418345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/152189113571418345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Year’s resolution'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059246048960801376.post-4217097719132370385</id><published>2009-09-13T14:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T14:06:43.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Achievements</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;    My &lt;a href='http://stories.writeupcafe.com/2009/08/she-wants-to-live_3012.html'&gt;story&lt;/a&gt; won (I didn't expect that, that story didn't deserved any reward), you can see the badge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    I was ranked 25th among 100 Indian bloggers (though my friend say it's not a big deal, I feel it is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've never been so happy, learnt two more lessons,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Never expect much (I doesn't mean you need to be pessimist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Criticism is the only key to success&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059246048960801376-4217097719132370385?l=rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/4217097719132370385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8059246048960801376&amp;postID=4217097719132370385' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/4217097719132370385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/4217097719132370385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-achievements.html' title='My Achievements'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059246048960801376.post-618475433392734437</id><published>2009-09-04T04:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T07:36:23.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Topics'/><title type='text'>My past days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt; &lt;p&gt;    It has been two months since I was away from blogging; well, these two months were happiest months of my life. I've learnt many things, believe me 'many',&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Firstly, I learnt that people get bored in my company (Can't help it, why should I change for others)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How much ever sad you're, don't let that sorrow to conquer you (I didn't let my mood to conquer me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Akon got a new fan (I'm the one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Despite blogging, I've started with stories too (It wasn't nice, though here's the &lt;a href="http://stories.writeupcafe.com/2009/08/she-wants-to-live_3012.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It takes time for me to get inner lying meaning of phrase, either it may be a &lt;em&gt;forward&lt;/em&gt; or a &lt;em&gt;joke&lt;/em&gt; (It doesn't mean I'm dumb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two days of illness are two years long (Not swine flu, I've been suffering from seasonal flu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm quite good at flirting (I know self appraisal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to read a qur'an (I don't whether it is &lt;em&gt;quran&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;quaran&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;quran, &lt;/em&gt;please help me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And at last, I love to be criticized these days (Might be I loved before too, but just now realized)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059246048960801376-618475433392734437?l=rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/618475433392734437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8059246048960801376&amp;postID=618475433392734437' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/618475433392734437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/618475433392734437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-past-days.html' title='My past days'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059246048960801376.post-5711867742826837052</id><published>2009-07-07T09:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T01:56:10.485-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetic'/><title type='text'>He wished..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;He wished,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;He could stop tears from her numb eye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only if she doesn't cry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;He'd even prefer to die,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;He wants to be the guy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bearing whom in mind, she feels shy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waving his palms on her beautiful hair,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;He wished he could reach there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Only then he realized,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;With her pale eye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;She was wishing him final goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He wished he could die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059246048960801376-5711867742826837052?l=rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/5711867742826837052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8059246048960801376&amp;postID=5711867742826837052' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/5711867742826837052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/5711867742826837052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-wished.html' title='He wished..'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059246048960801376.post-5892000931574279339</id><published>2009-06-21T06:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T06:11:39.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone believes in god</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;    A known statement but an unknown answer, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An &lt;em&gt;Atheist&lt;/em&gt; will say "&lt;em&gt;I'm god".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Theist&lt;/em&gt; will say "&lt;em&gt;God is in me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Both &lt;em&gt;Atheist&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;theist&lt;/em&gt; mention alike statement, but you'll find discrepancy in both the statement logically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm a &lt;em&gt;Theist, &lt;/em&gt;but I don't regret it, like people mention that &lt;em&gt;god is nothing&lt;/em&gt;. A person will at least once summon up for god, though however minor complexity it may be for the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People have to believe, somehow even if they don't want to, everyone call for god's help might be willingly or unwillingly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059246048960801376-5892000931574279339?l=rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/5892000931574279339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8059246048960801376&amp;postID=5892000931574279339' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/5892000931574279339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/5892000931574279339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2009/06/everyone-believes-in-god.html' title='Everyone believes in god'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059246048960801376.post-2355625570433624489</id><published>2009-06-16T03:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T04:21:43.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Incidents'/><title type='text'>You won’t say, “I’m clever”</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt; &lt;p&gt;    It's one of those incidents where you can say me clever, in spite of doing a goofy task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rolling back into the flash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Year 1998&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;I vaguely remember&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    At that time we were had some crap subjects which demanded by-hearting bird's and animal's name. The exams were on, we the kids were crumbling the pressure, so all night I was struggling with the names of the animal, no matter how much pain I took to memorize the word '&lt;em&gt;deer&lt;/em&gt;', It took the life out of me to understand that the animal's name is '&lt;em&gt;D-E-E-R&lt;/em&gt;', I screamed it loud 5 times, wrote it on the paper 10 times, but whenever mom asked I answered it '&lt;em&gt;D-E-A-R&lt;/em&gt;', anyhow I crumbled it into my tiny head, rest of the night passed in chirping of the birds, sounds of the animals, and colours of animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Finally it was the day of the exam, and all that I could hear was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tttttttrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiinnnnnnnggggggg&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;time to enter in examination cell,&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;now we were flipping pages faster, with the irritating humming echo of recalling answers, from the last minutes queries to the last minutes answer, all in the span of &lt;em&gt;30 seconds&lt;/em&gt;, finally we were mocking each other in the class room with the fear of questions in the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    We got our question paper, I was happy that I knew all the answers, suddenly my eyes stuck to the question " Animal's Name : ____ (&lt;em&gt;deer&lt;/em&gt;/&lt;em&gt;dear&lt;/em&gt;)", for time being I left the question, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;priyanka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; who sat after me, poked me and asked a doubt, I answered it, she kept poking me, lately I realized that I've to show her answers unless she won't allow me to concentrate, then with the fear of her scoring better than me, I showed her wrong answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    It was last couple of minutes left, in my excitement of showing her wrong answer I forgot to answer the &lt;em&gt;deer&lt;/em&gt; question, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;priyanka&lt;/span&gt; too finished her paper and exclaimed if I need her help, I asked her is "&lt;em&gt;d-e-e-r"&lt;/em&gt; correct, she stumbled for a second and said &lt;em&gt;yeah it's D-E-E-R, she's sure, her dad helped her with that question last night&lt;/em&gt;, I was too clever to think that she willingly answered me wrong with the fear that I'll get better marks, so I wrote &lt;em&gt;D-E-A-R&lt;/em&gt;. I was happy that my answer was correct, merrily came to school on the next day and noticed that I was wrong, she told me the correct answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was it was clever of me to think that she'd betrayed me, or it was dumb of me to think so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059246048960801376-2355625570433624489?l=rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/2355625570433624489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8059246048960801376&amp;postID=2355625570433624489' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/2355625570433624489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/2355625570433624489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-wont-say-im-clever.html' title='You won’t say, “I’m clever”'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059246048960801376.post-1908215859287028607</id><published>2009-06-12T09:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:54:52.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How was my day'/><title type='text'>A matter of concern</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been visiting people's blog through out the day, and I was quite amazed by every one's response towards their own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually, I found many blogs in which I wasn't able to comment on it. Here's the solution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to your blog's dashboard -&amp;gt; select settings of your particular blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Select &lt;em&gt;comment&lt;/em&gt; tab, under that &lt;em&gt;'comment from placement section' section, &lt;/em&gt;select &lt;em&gt;full page&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;pop-up&lt;/em&gt; window, please don't select &lt;em&gt;embedded below post&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save your settings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;The problem with &lt;em&gt;embedded below post&lt;/em&gt; is that it doesn't work with every template, it supports on few template, that's why those blog lack for comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, it was dedicated to http://shafiss.blogspot.com/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059246048960801376-1908215859287028607?l=rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/1908215859287028607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8059246048960801376&amp;postID=1908215859287028607' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/1908215859287028607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/1908215859287028607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2009/06/matter-of-concern.html' title='A matter of concern'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059246048960801376.post-2392054015305410765</id><published>2009-06-10T12:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:11:03.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How was my day'/><title type='text'>Few craps, which I was crying at, through out the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;    If there's something more awful than this, I'll rather kill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of my dearest friend said me "&lt;em&gt;you can see the entire world in your lover's eye&lt;/em&gt;", &lt;strong&gt;what the crap!&lt;/strong&gt; I love a girl, and if my friend's true then whole &lt;em&gt;world should be aware of me, &lt;/em&gt;but the fact is, &lt;em&gt;even my lecturers aren't aware whether I exist.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the phone some friend said me "&lt;em&gt;she can't talk longer", &lt;/em&gt;upon enquiring she answered "&lt;em&gt;My phone battery is low&lt;/em&gt;", (second crap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Why don't you plug-in charger&lt;/em&gt;" I suggested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;It harms you&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a crap!&lt;/strong&gt; A phone in vibrate mode harms you much more than that, if you keep your cell phone near you while sleeping it'll harm you much, while compared to talking on it with charger plugged-in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Well, the answer is just that, people pretend to be over cautious of the thing which they believe, but not certainly it happens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059246048960801376-2392054015305410765?l=rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/2392054015305410765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8059246048960801376&amp;postID=2392054015305410765' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/2392054015305410765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/2392054015305410765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2009/06/few-craps-which-i-was-crying-at-through.html' title='Few craps, which I was crying at, through out the day'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059246048960801376.post-771713775452901358</id><published>2009-06-09T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:56:41.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How was my day'/><title type='text'>New resolution - 'No shopping'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;        Just imagine, if you're the one, who never shopped anything for you (in your life time), not even a hanky, and you're with a friend who takes really hard time to select something to buy and again think over hundred times whether to purchase it or not, what'll you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;        To say, I haven't ever purchased even a pair of shoes or whatever, if anytime I meant to need anything either I just ignored it with the thought of walking down to select something among a bunch, else I'd call out my mom or bro for that, you people can call me 'lazy' or 'zombie' for that, but 'm million and trillion times better than the person whom I joined for shopping today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;        We went to a mall, I still remember, he finished checking out ground floor, we went for first, second and third floor, after purchasing some items, he again went cross checking all the shops in order to check whether he missed any other brand, and after shopping was over he kept looking at the item and totally freaked me out by asking me select one among those, '&lt;em&gt;what the fuck! Why the hell I came with him', I prominently replied, don't know yaar, select anything you feel better, but just don't include in that..&lt;/em&gt;', for that he again took a couple of minutes to decide on, totally he wasted 4 hours just to purchase a pair of shirt, and added to it he said, &lt;em&gt;I bored him out&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Now would you ever go on shopping with such a person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 36pt"&gt;I just wished, I'd kill him and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cut his body into pieces,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if possible sell his organs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;And make good amount, with which I'd shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That'd have been a perfect lesson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059246048960801376-771713775452901358?l=rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/771713775452901358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8059246048960801376&amp;postID=771713775452901358' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/771713775452901358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/771713775452901358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2009/06/m-not-shopaholic-you-monsters.html' title='New resolution - &apos;No shopping&apos;'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059246048960801376.post-2350311213917177079</id><published>2009-06-08T09:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T07:11:05.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Topics'/><title type='text'>Have you ever wondered?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;    I was on conversation with a friend that a cute little girl came to her and enquired,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;li'l girl:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;Talking on phone, my darling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;li'l girl:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;Why do we call it as 'phone', why not some other thing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;My sweet heart, I'm talking to friend na..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;li'l girl:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;ahhe aa!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Hearing that sweet girl crying, I asked her to call later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    That little girl, I can guess it from her sweet voice; she was so innocent and too cute to ask that question which made me to post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;em&gt;Have anyone ever wondered, everything that exist around us is named appropriately, like for example if computer would have been named as T.V, would we have believed it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059246048960801376-2350311213917177079?l=rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/2350311213917177079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8059246048960801376&amp;postID=2350311213917177079' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/2350311213917177079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/2350311213917177079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2009/06/have-you-ever-wondered.html' title='Have you ever wondered?'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059246048960801376.post-8874579123345239264</id><published>2009-06-07T08:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T07:08:46.974-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Screwing Education'/><title type='text'>Bitch Professor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Reference:&lt;/strong&gt; Last post, as I said one professor cursed me that I'll fail in her subject    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Prologue:&lt;/strong&gt; There's a new lecturer entering our class, lenient in looks (doesn't appear cunning like others); she introduced herself as our new Microprocessor's lecturer. In the first few classes I was impressed with the way she dealt with subject; our seniors threatened us that it's on of the toughest subject and one among the subjects in which majority have got '&lt;span style="text-decoration:underline"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;F'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but I developed kinda interest in that subject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;Story:&lt;/strong&gt; As the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;time passed, her second face was getting clearer day by day, after than I realized that she didn't had any fuckin' knowledge about microprocessor, she was making fool out of us (She believed on the phrase, &lt;em&gt;one normal among 10 visually impaired is a scholar&lt;/em&gt;), I stopped taking notes, I was among the one who irritated her most, I eventually had night mares that she's our new head of department, she in spite of not having any idea about any topic gave many assignments, &lt;em&gt;I'm among the one who'll do everything what I like and do nothing that I don't&lt;/em&gt;, so it's quite clear that I didn't completed notes, never did any assignments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    She happened to be our lab in charge for the same subject, but when practicals were considered I was cautious and a bit attentive,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Suddenly one day she started checking our class notes, there were only few who didn't took notes, I was one among them, she dared me not to give attendance for the whole month if I didn't submitted all the assignments and class notes, I was least bothered, she tried best out of her to irritate me, she refused to sign my lab record, without which I can't attend lab exams, my condition turned out be like a stray dog who kept following master waging his tail, I literally begged her to give a consent, she proved herself a &lt;em&gt;'bitch'&lt;/em&gt; after giving me only half credit of my record&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    During my practical (lab exam), she willingly striped off my output sheet, in spite of being totally correct, I dared her to find a single fault in it, her intention was to reduce my internal grades, which proved out to be clear, she did it by giving 14 out of 20, which is the lowest grade, but I couldn't protest beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    And for the theory exam, I toiled like hell, in my whole life I wouldn't have prepared as much as I did for her subject, my exam went fine and her curse was driven out. Seriously someone has stated it correctly "&lt;em&gt;There's always a positive result for hard work&lt;/em&gt;"   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059246048960801376-8874579123345239264?l=rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/8874579123345239264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8059246048960801376&amp;postID=8874579123345239264' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/8874579123345239264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/8874579123345239264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2009/06/bitch-professor.html' title='Bitch Professor'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059246048960801376.post-1084271023419747903</id><published>2009-06-06T12:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:53:16.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How was my day'/><title type='text'>‘Pause’tive Decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;    &lt;/strong&gt;I confess that it's beyond every one's patience to read such a long post, actually every one has a mind set that long posts are boring, but I assure you it's not the boring one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; June '09:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;    &lt;/strong&gt;I felt very happy not for the reason that my exams has come to an end after an era (Exams run very long, though it may end soon), that professor cursed me that I'll fail in her test, but I did it well, that bitch professor couldn't fail me now, even if she wants to, 'coz I did it so well, it's like a slap on her face. Now let me not beat around the bush, back to topic, will discuss about that in detail in the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    I was messaging my friends so that we could plan an outing for the next day, but there was no response from anyone except from two,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Initially I planned for a theme park, &lt;em&gt;first guy hesitated but I turned his answer into yes&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; guy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;em&gt;No dude, we've already seen it more than twice&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;His answer was genuine to an extent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;em&gt;What about movie?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every one nodded, so I thought it was final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; June '09:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;    &lt;/strong&gt;I got up at noon 1 PM (well that's a part of my schedule during holidays)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    I saw my messages, there were 20 texts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; one:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;em&gt;Guys what say about zoo tomorrow? &lt;/em&gt;(I was least bothered, he didn't even responded to my text when I messaged for movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Zoo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;em&gt;what say?&lt;/em&gt; (Now I was really irritated, he was among the one who agreed for the movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt;, 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;.. 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;em&gt;Zoo, What say?&lt;/em&gt; (I was frowned now, almost everyone among them agreed for the movie on the last day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;My Reply to all:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;em&gt;No I'm not joining you all &lt;/em&gt;(There were two more who accompanied me for not going to zoo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;em&gt;In the Evening, those two also agreed for the zoo who were not interested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;em&gt;Then too my answer was &lt;strong&gt;"NO"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Since every one were insisting, I said "&lt;em&gt;I've plans for tomorrow, so won't be able to accompany to zoo&lt;/em&gt;", Actual reason was that I hate Zoo's, you won't get anything except ugly animals there, and thought of going there with friends ruined me up, I was quite depressed with every one's decision of not joining me for a movie and visiting that damn stinky and boring Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;At night:&lt;/strong&gt; It was one of my friends Birthday, so tried to ping her up but she didn't attended, I tried again, It was again "no answer", I was really annoyed now, no response from anyone, &lt;em&gt;am I so irritating that everyone are avoiding me?&lt;/em&gt; But I again called her after some time, she attended and thanked me and justified since &lt;em&gt;she was celebrating her b'day so didn't attended my call,&lt;/em&gt; that really screwed me, &lt;em&gt;how could she not invite me, and confessing very frankly that she's celebrated her b'day&lt;/em&gt;, so finally ended the call rudely by merely wishing her &lt;em&gt;happy d'day and formal "Good-bye"&lt;/em&gt; (Without any dearness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; June '09:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;    &lt;/strong&gt;Got up early in the morning, pinged another friend so that &lt;em&gt;he could join me for jogging, even his answer was&lt;strong&gt; NO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    I thought &lt;em&gt;there's really something wrong with me these days&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;why the heck everyone are avoiding me, am I really bad or people around me really don't care about me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Now it was 12 noon, and I was sitting jobless, somewhere to an extent I was regretting the decision of not joining my friends for zoo, but it was too late, they'd have left by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;That b'day girl called me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;em&gt;Hey mate! you're coming to "specified venue" at 5.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My reaction:&lt;/strong&gt; (How dare you), but sweetly I enquired &lt;em&gt;"For what?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My b'day treat, dude..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;(confused)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you already celebrated your b'day right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;em&gt;Stupid, Idiot, fool, it was just with my family.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (happily jumping and flying in air) &lt;em&gt;Will definitely reach there, Bye!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mood was somewhat cheered that atleast their are some one from whom I could expect something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     Moral:&lt;/strong&gt; Never arrive on a conclusion, if you're not aware of full facts, there are always two sides of a coin, in the same way there are two points of views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     If I would have went to zoo, I'd have been deprived up there by seeing animals and their stinking place, sometimes a wrong decision can give you much more pleasure than a correct decision, like Initially I was regretting of not going to zoo, but that maxed me out by a fascinating, amazing and wonderful party where I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     If I'd have &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline"&gt;&lt;em&gt;paused&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and thought of accompanying them for zoo then I wouldn't have enjoyed much, It turned out in a &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Pause'tive decision&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059246048960801376-1084271023419747903?l=rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/1084271023419747903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8059246048960801376&amp;postID=1084271023419747903' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/1084271023419747903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/1084271023419747903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2009/06/pausetive-decision.html' title='‘Pause’tive Decision'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059246048960801376.post-2198736420802716242</id><published>2009-05-11T01:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:25:10.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Topics'/><title type='text'>Four Engineers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Four engineers travelling in a public bus once,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:underline"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: (to 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; and 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt;) Man you guys really think that we'll be get married in near future, just 7 or 8 years to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:underline"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Let's design a pact, we'll go to honeymoon together, and just for a night we'll exchange our wives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:underline"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: No, I won't let you fuck my wife; instead I'll misguide and fuck your wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: Don't kid guys; your wives are gonna come to me, after all what an unsatisfied woman could do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:underline"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; and 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Fuck you! You're impotent, you can't do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:underline"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: So what, you losers don't even have potency to have a kid, you expect me to do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Both the engineers didn't had enough courage to be humiliated, they begged to change the topic, out of that fourth engineer was wondering out of the dismay that do they really have the courage to do what they said, or it was just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Meet me, I'm the fourth engineer  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059246048960801376-2198736420802716242?l=rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/2198736420802716242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8059246048960801376&amp;postID=2198736420802716242' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/2198736420802716242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/2198736420802716242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2009/05/four-engineers.html' title='Four Engineers'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059246048960801376.post-8571614299503964206</id><published>2009-05-08T03:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T09:11:30.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patriotism'/><title type='text'>ILL-ection time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;          Election of the constitution of one among the major countries in the world, though this might be the largest parliamentary election of one of the largest constitution of the one of the largest country, the large the hype of election is the small the standing candidates are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;          Lets analyze the example of U.S., it was said before 90 years that pigs will fly when black occupy white (house), and with in 90 days of the president ship of Barack Hussain Obama, the result was swine flu, though it's a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2009/03/coincidence-or-fate-part-ii.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;coincidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:underline"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The candidate (for Prime Minister) of the opposition party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; claimed in his manifesto that he'll assure job for all the women, who completed higher secondary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;          Can't they consider such steps to the ruling party as a suggestion after all, it's there right to submit a proposal if they're opposition, and the result is always secondary, which must be positive as media watches if something smells burnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;While the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:underline"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;candidate of ruling party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; claimed that he'll revive the economy with in hundred days, if he becomes next PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When that statement was made, the ruling party had 50 days of its constituency, why can't they initiate such steps before elections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now the question arises why such steps are taken only if the candidate becomes PM, why not if they aren't PM, after all they are Indian citizens first and then PM, that's what they oath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;     PS:     It's better that I'm not holding voting card, because if I had, my vote would be 49O, a constitutional amendment of every citizen if he don't want to vote for any of the candidate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059246048960801376-8571614299503964206?l=rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/8571614299503964206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8059246048960801376&amp;postID=8571614299503964206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/8571614299503964206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/8571614299503964206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-that-isnt.html' title='ILL-ection time'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059246048960801376.post-1555973291305273711</id><published>2009-05-03T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T03:42:27.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Topics'/><title type='text'>When ever there’s a good new, there’s a bad news too</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;        Yeah, you are right; I mean bad news always accompanies good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;        I got that peculiar idea while reading a news paper; the front page head line was something like this "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Good news for those bad in math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;, I thought that a topic dedicated to me, there'd be no one who hates math as much as me, but the news was really not meant for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;        The head line recited that "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GMAT paper has underwent a revolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;",&lt;/em&gt; now that was totally not for me, clearing GMAT means getting admitted in some foreign university, which again means getting settled overseas (which I really don't want, who knows if I become next warren buffet, it'll be benefit for my nation only anf if I don't then it's really bad for nation), and the &lt;em&gt;revolution of GMAT&lt;/em&gt; which made me write this blog was the examination association of GMAT has reduced the numbers of problem in &lt;em&gt;solving ability&lt;/em&gt; section from 54 to 24, and increased the numbers of question in &lt;em&gt;verbal ability&lt;/em&gt; section from 25 to 55.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;        Agreed, that it might be good for those who are strong in &lt;em&gt;verbal&lt;/em&gt; and weak in &lt;em&gt;quant's (math),&lt;/em&gt; but at the same time it's really worst for those who are really skilled in &lt;em&gt;quants&lt;/em&gt; and weak in &lt;em&gt;verbal, &lt;/em&gt;then how it was only supposed to be only a good news.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059246048960801376-1555973291305273711?l=rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/1555973291305273711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8059246048960801376&amp;postID=1555973291305273711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/1555973291305273711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/1555973291305273711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-ever-theres-good-new-theres-bad.html' title='When ever there’s a good new, there’s a bad news too'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059246048960801376.post-9111069173011468999</id><published>2009-04-29T07:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T07:58:49.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How was my day'/><title type='text'>Screaming Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Starting off with the day, which I can consider as the loneliest day of my life, turned up in college for the test for which I didn't even prepared. The regret of not preparing for the test made me inactive in the gathering, I tried myself to involve in the conversation but my sad mood didn't allowed me to, &lt;strong&gt;result I was silent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Spending three hours in the exam hall, sitting and watching every one's face who were keenly writing their test, I was neither even writing test nor even allowed to chat, again &lt;strong&gt;I was silent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Now with the guilt that I didn't perform well in test kept me away from everyone, again &lt;strong&gt;I was silent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;    &lt;/strong&gt;Reaching home, ending up with the decision to perform well for the next test cheered me up, but was exhausted enough to fight with sleep, result I had a nap, which proves that &lt;strong&gt;I was silent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;    &lt;/strong&gt;Got up at 7.30 PM, was lazy enough to talk with every one, I met a friend (online), chatted, flirted and had fun with her, but to look at, it was a virtual conversation (I was typing), which &lt;strong&gt;kept me silent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;    &lt;/strong&gt;Now had my dinner, almost there to sleep, though I am over to the feeling that I didn't perform well in the test, which was only a day ghost, kept me away from studies for another day, &lt;strong&gt;I am silent again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;em&gt;I want to scream,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;     I want to shout,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;     I want to yell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;     I want to talk,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;     I'm silent though,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:underline"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My screaming silence &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059246048960801376-9111069173011468999?l=rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/9111069173011468999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8059246048960801376&amp;postID=9111069173011468999' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/9111069173011468999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/9111069173011468999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2009/04/screaming-silence.html' title='Screaming Silence'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059246048960801376.post-4750130548535763402</id><published>2009-04-12T09:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T07:11:03.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How was my day'/><title type='text'>God, Satan and Friday night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;God was aware of human's problem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Working everyday for better tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But when tomorrow comes, not enjoying the day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Instead, again working for better tomorrow,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;So he made Sunday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God was having its way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                            &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Satan was aware, how happy human was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;So he created Monday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The routine began again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day to day work, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;direful sleepless night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Satan was having its way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                          &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Humans was tired of that schedule,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He needed a break,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Off from regular mindless efforts,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Humans started partying 'Saturday night',&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now humans are having its way &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059246048960801376-4750130548535763402?l=rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/4750130548535763402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8059246048960801376&amp;postID=4750130548535763402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/4750130548535763402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/4750130548535763402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2009/04/god-satan-and-friday-night.html' title='God, Satan and Friday night'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059246048960801376.post-1409702491258734598</id><published>2009-04-09T08:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:17:15.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Screwing Education'/><title type='text'>You say ‘Engineers’, I say ‘Really’</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;People might think that doing engineering might be a great task, but let me open up everyone's eyes. The only though task in engineering is surviving. It doesn't make you a professional or doesn't make you a gentleman; the specialty of engineering is that it can turn a genius into a jerk&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Reconsidering the time when I opted Information Technology (Engineering - IT) as my major about two years go, I was very determined about&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My aims&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Goals&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could see me in an IT company&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But now, comparing the present situation, after spending 2 precious year of my life as an engineering student, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have realized that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't love my privacy (Usually clock ticks 6 by the time I reach home, and it again ticks 6 in the next morning when I leave home)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had developed hatred to books (I see my curriculum books only at the time of exam, irrespective of my externals)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Engineering have turned me into a Selfish giant, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-left: 72pt"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hooking girls&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Indulging in Romeo's controversy&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Root cause of every dispute&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gossiping stuffs&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bunking classes&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;      Have became my favorite stuffs&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;      Young minds, Engineering is an outstanding course to opt for, but only&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you hate to be free&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you want a reason to commit suicide&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you wish to ruin your life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you really don’t want to spend time with friends and enjoying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;      So beware of taking such a life threatening task&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059246048960801376-1409702491258734598?l=rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/1409702491258734598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8059246048960801376&amp;postID=1409702491258734598' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/1409702491258734598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/1409702491258734598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-say-engineers-i-say-really.html' title='You say ‘Engineers’, I say ‘Really’'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059246048960801376.post-6778149568806170271</id><published>2009-04-06T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T06:59:14.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How was my day'/><title type='text'>Day planner [7-4-09]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 AM : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;      It’s a cool Tuesday morning, a day off from college; so its time to complete some stuffs which I was procrastinating over a month or two, free time won’t change my procrastinating habits, I'll be the same in pushing stuffs for tomorrow, but I'd prepare a list of jobs to be done &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have to check the arrival time of Chennai – Dadar express &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starting my Microprocessor lab record, which my friends started a month ago and would've completed it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Completing ‘The Nostradamus code’, actually have to start with the book yet, it’s only 80 pages book, so I should finish it in a day, it’s a book based upon Nostradamus’s prediction of future incidents.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have to receive a cousin coming right the way from Bombay [Mumbai], for which I’ll check the arrival time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starting off with my Software Engineering and Microprocessor assignment, this again would’ve been finished by many friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059246048960801376-6778149568806170271?l=rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/6778149568806170271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8059246048960801376&amp;postID=6778149568806170271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/6778149568806170271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/6778149568806170271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-planner-7-4-09-10-am.html' title='Day planner [7-4-09]'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059246048960801376.post-7373642977387121688</id><published>2009-04-03T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:49:15.701-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Screwing Education'/><title type='text'>What should you do, if you want to be a professor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;      A professor is one kind of species in mankind breed, who hates everyone, the only thing that they love is their disciplines, which is precious than their own life, let's see, what should you do if you are a professor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For being a professor you don’t have to be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Intelligent &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;or good at course&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The only thing that you should be good at is &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kicking every student’s ass 'very cruelly'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Should be familiar with the art of torturing students&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If possible, anguish even their kiths and kins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two important rules, without which one can't be a professor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you are a professor, you are always correct and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Students are always wrong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor’s goal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;To make a student realize that a slave’s life is better than theirs’ &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To twist or distort student's mind in such a way that they forgets the words like ‘fun’, ‘joy’ and 'happiness'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Their favorites’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;To make students skip their food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Assigning enough work to students which won’t let them sleep, even if they plans to skip that work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Therefore, I dedicate this blog to all the students, whose life is screwed by a professor or lecturer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059246048960801376-7373642977387121688?l=rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/7373642977387121688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8059246048960801376&amp;postID=7373642977387121688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/7373642977387121688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/7373642977387121688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-should-you-do-if-you-want-to-be.html' title='What should you do, if you want to be a professor'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059246048960801376.post-1271974615344795825</id><published>2009-04-01T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T05:57:12.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Topics'/><title type='text'>There is something that money can't buy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There is that money can’t buy, let’s see what is it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love – NO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now a day’s girl doesn’t see your heart, they have a watch on your pocket&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex – NO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Consult a slut&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Humor – NO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who cares if a person have a great sense of humor, their bills convey more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knowledge – NO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can reserve your seat in a top institute, you know what I mean.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fun – NO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can always be had, but real fun is at pub with a slut, rest is just a moment for joy, which is again not possible without money &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hard Work – NO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You really think, one who has money doesn’t strive, then how do they earn that money from &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personality – NO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A person is not judged from his character, people judge the person through the size of their wallet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peace – Yes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peace is the only thing that money can’t buy. If you’ll compare rich and a poor guy, you’ll find no difference. Few similarities between them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Both don’t have sound sleep; the reasons may be different though. The latter is worried about his family and other for his money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you want actual definition of peace, ask a middle class family fellow, he’s not bothered about money because he earns enough to serve his family, he sleeps well since he doesn’t have much to lose&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059246048960801376-1271974615344795825?l=rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/1271974615344795825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8059246048960801376&amp;postID=1271974615344795825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/1271974615344795825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/1271974615344795825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2009/04/there-is-something-that-money-cant-buy.html' title='There is something that money can&apos;t buy'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059246048960801376.post-2997594168372465932</id><published>2009-03-29T07:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:54:52.180-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Screwing Education'/><title type='text'>What is important, Exams or Blogs</title><content type='html'>With the fact that I’m having exam tomorrow and I have no idea why I am writing this blog, instead of preparing for test. Leave those shit, these test will even ruin my blog (same as it ruined my life), from past few days I’m observing a change in me, that’s instead of spending my time in some shitty site (like orkut, Facebook) or chatting with some slut, I'm make use of it, Please not in studies, In fact in blogging, I like this change, however you take, I think it's effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Besides, it’s for sure I’d to think of some excuses, to explain dad that why I didn’t do well in the test, perhaps I don’t know what I want from life or what life wants from me, before a couple a years my aim was pretty clear, but now I guess I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Will say you how my test was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059246048960801376-2997594168372465932?l=rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/2997594168372465932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8059246048960801376&amp;postID=2997594168372465932' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/2997594168372465932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/2997594168372465932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-important-exams-or-blog.html' title='What is important, Exams or Blogs'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059246048960801376.post-7225573086839566467</id><published>2009-03-27T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T06:01:49.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Incidents'/><title type='text'>Coincidence or Fate (Part - II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;      It was the date before a year, somewhere in November’ 07, I was getting late to catch my bus, but the damn bus came before time &lt;strong&gt;(You can say it as coincidence)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Result: I missed my bus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reason: Mom didn’t allowed me to step outside, without having breakfast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;      But I was not alone, there were two idiots too, I’d go to college on that day, I can’t miss my lab session, so we three ran for local train station, but the queue for ticket was so long that we had to board our train without ticket, just hoping that ticket checker (TC) doesn’t turn up, I hesitated for a moment, but the queue was long enough to kill my hesitation. At the last moment when the train started one of the guy made up his mind not to attend college, so we two were left now, at that moment I had a second thought of not attending college, but it was too late, train has taken its speed. But when we reached our stop, there was a TC standing there, fuckin' those TC have some sort of 6th sense, how do they come to know that we don’t have tickets, they doesn’t stand there when ever I have ticket &lt;strong&gt;(another coincidence)&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;      We decided to walk coolly, so that he doesn’t doubt on us, but when we were about to cross the gate, he caught hold of my shirt, pulled me back and asked ticket, &lt;em&gt;“how dare you to pull my shirt”&lt;/em&gt; I exclaimed, he shrugged &lt;em&gt;“Ticket please”&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;“Where is the station master?, what fucking sort of behavior it is?”&lt;/em&gt; my friend defended, T.C was afraid enough to leave us, added to it, we didn’t told him about the tickets &lt;strong&gt;(not just a coincedence)&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;      By the time we reached college, first lecture was about to get over, means first hour attendance gone &lt;em&gt;(My college rule is something like if I lose attendance of one lecture, it would cost us half day attendance, if two lecture then full day)&lt;/em&gt;, and the second one was lab for which I came. After that I realized that I forgot my lab coat &lt;strong&gt;(accident)&lt;/strong&gt;, it means my second hour attendance gone (full day wasted, no attendance for the day), man I would’ve rather bunked and enjoyed instead of burning my ass here. When I entered lab, every other student were also holding a record, it clicked my mind that I forgot it on table itself while arranging my notes for the day. The lecturer will definitely won’t allow me to step in lab, I decided to approach him though, and my conversation was kind of this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lecturer: Lab coat?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: eehh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lecturer: better get out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: ehh sir!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lecturer: Can’t you hear me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: (still) ehh!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Suddenly a hostler (Female), came in (like, it used to happen in Hindi movies), she had an extra lab coat, luckily I was saved. But then I had to tell about my record, another conversation &lt;strong&gt;(a help from super natural being)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Excuse me sir?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lecturer: ya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;      I was about to say the record thing, but he got to meet principle urgently (An Assistant delivered that message), by the time I changed my attendance in the register &lt;strong&gt;(again a help)&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;      Luckily the third hour was again of the same lecturer, who took the first hour, plus one of my friend said that he’s goanna take attendance of the first hour and third hour now only (pleasure in pain) &lt;strong&gt;(again, not an coincedence)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pleasure: I didn’t go absent for the whole day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pain: It was Maths hour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;      That was not just a coincidence, the day which was supposed to be ruined, gone fine, in spite of incidents which never happened before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;      It wasn’t coincidence; it confirms the presence of some super natural being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059246048960801376-7225573086839566467?l=rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/7225573086839566467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8059246048960801376&amp;postID=7225573086839566467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/7225573086839566467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/7225573086839566467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2009/03/coincidence-or-fate-part-ii.html' title='Coincidence or Fate (Part - II)'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059246048960801376.post-7669227555113345867</id><published>2009-03-22T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T06:25:46.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How was my day'/><title type='text'>What I did the whole day [21-03-09]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.30 AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;      A heavy supersonic sound broke my peace; the only option left was to snooze the alarm tone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7.00 AM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;      As it was Saturday, it was holiday for us, but the damn cultural event Rapture ’09 was on its verge. It is going to be held on 25th march, so all the organizing committee members had to report to college, so had to wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7.45 AM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;      Waiting for two assholes at the street corner, first one took two minutes as he said, and the second one (Bastard Ronak) came at 8.00 (The time of boarding our bus), as soon as he reached we ran to bus stop, thought of hiring an Auto to catch the bus, that bloody Ronak only had paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3.30 PM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;      Whole day busted our ass by drawing, painting for decoration of the cultural day. We all boarded our bus to reach home, suddenly Mayur called and informed to get down on the mid way at Ascendas, so that we could rag juniors and have fun with seniors, truly I didn’t enjoyed not even Truth and Dare with seniors and neither ragging juniors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7.30 PM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;      ..reached home, after struggling the whole day, dad said “Aageya laad sahib, pura din mehnat majduri karke”, no doubt he meant it sarcastically. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;11.00 PM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;      Prepared this blog, but I will one day kill Bsnl for creating such a cheaper plan that didn’t left a clue for second thought while registering this plan, which gets cheaper day by day (I mean no cost, but its connectivity).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6.30 PM [The following day]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;      Posting this blog, and planning for a new post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059246048960801376-7669227555113345867?l=rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/7669227555113345867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8059246048960801376&amp;postID=7669227555113345867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/7669227555113345867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/7669227555113345867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-i-did-whole-day-21-03-09.html' title='What I did the whole day [21-03-09]'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059246048960801376.post-3540761086338430350</id><published>2009-03-20T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T06:06:21.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Topics'/><title type='text'>Why does it happen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Whenever I stand in a queue, the adjacent line moves faster&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whenever I want to pee (very badly), there’s a bunch of people standing in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whenever I wish to see porn, net doesn’t work&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whenever I wish to study, Cricket match will be running on T.V either I’ll be alone at home so that I switch to porn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whenever I wish to hang out, no one’s is free&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whenever I go to terrace, I see only old Aunties (not a chic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whenever I wish to flirt with a girl, I’ll be second (Somebody will be standing in front of me)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whenever I wear old dress, guests happen to visit home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whenever I’m in hurry, there’s traffic jam&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whenever I get up late, College bus comes soon (but never if I’m ready before time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;        &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's Life. UPs and DOWNs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059246048960801376-3540761086338430350?l=rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/3540761086338430350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8059246048960801376&amp;postID=3540761086338430350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/3540761086338430350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/3540761086338430350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-does-it-happen.html' title='Why does it happen?'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059246048960801376.post-4522406373416907228</id><published>2009-03-15T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T06:06:58.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love of my life'/><title type='text'>Love that ended before starting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Though this idea is stolen from my favorite “Mr. A”, for me he’s an ACE. I think you people might like it, actually I don’t care even if you don’t.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holi 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      Initially I thought of not to play, though I started it with the thought that I’ll touch her (My neighbor), talk with her and paint her red and the most amazing thing is that I could do all these in front of her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see, how did it went..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Started off well, colored her pink, talked with her (but only 2 min, didn’t had enough courage to talk with her as I thought). Thought running in my mind “How beautiful she is” I wish to be with her the same as ever. Damn I really love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      In the evening, all apartment people planned for dinner somewhere outside. I thought luck was in my favor because she was the only child, her parents had a bike and my bro was out of town, so I can take her off on my bro’s bike. She was about to have a seat on by bike, but her dad denied and started towards an Auto. How cruel these old people are, they won’t let their child follow their heart. But the fate gave us another chance; we had our dinner together (on the same table). I won’t forget that day (though I forgot that date, and not sure which day it was). I hate myself, for forgetting such a golden moment, I also got her number but again luck took a &lt;em&gt;‘U’ turn&lt;/em&gt;, she had BSNL postpaid (it costs 99 paise per message) so couldn't chat with her, sometimes I feel Life is jealous of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A year later&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(Holi 2009)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I spent the whole day in college, &lt;em&gt;“&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shit eaters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;”&lt;/em&gt;. Sometimes I fell they are anti Jainism. &lt;em&gt;“Won’t live and don’t even let other’s live”&lt;/em&gt;.( Original - &lt;em&gt;“Live and let live”&lt;/em&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I reached home by 8. Now can’t even think for dinner at hotel because she’s no longer in our apartment, she shifted her home. But she landed up at my place. At that moment I thought she’ll say &lt;em&gt;“I love you”&lt;/em&gt;, suddenly woke up with an alarm. It was morning 6.30; I wish to be with her in my dream ever. &lt;em&gt;Fuck&lt;/em&gt;, she never came home; it was the damn dream, but very sweet and heart breaking thought. In short totally I ruined my Holi totally in her dream, my love will ever get happy ending, and she’s too good for me. I can live happily with her. But don’t have enough guts to approach her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059246048960801376-4522406373416907228?l=rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/4522406373416907228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8059246048960801376&amp;postID=4522406373416907228' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/4522406373416907228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/4522406373416907228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2009/03/year.html' title='Love that ended before starting'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059246048960801376.post-5477876083720106980</id><published>2009-01-10T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T06:07:36.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patriotism'/><title type='text'>Are You happy to be an Indian</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;     We are living in the country where &lt;strong&gt;pizza comes faster than police or ambulance&lt;/strong&gt; it’s strange, but true. I would be the only person who is not happy about India being an independent country. I reconsider the time of kings and emperor, where doing a crime was considered as a great offense and they had to pay their debt for that, no matter how small the crime was. Moving forward in time when Britishers were ruling India, Our country was known to be the safest and the richest country. They had actual understanding of what democracy is. At least they appointed only those people as leaders who were young and educated well enough to think better for their nation instead of accepting bribe as our illiterate politicians does.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     I would be the only Indian who is not happy to be an Indian&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; not happy with the way our country is progressing (in fact our country is not progressing at all), not happy with our democratic policy. India has marked it’s presence in history by giving great people like &lt;strong&gt;Aryabhatta&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;invented zero&lt;/em&gt;), &lt;strong&gt;Sushtra&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;invented surgery&lt;/em&gt;), &lt;strong&gt;J D Bose&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;invented Nanotechnology&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;em&gt;, then too we are given the tag of the developing nation.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Indians have capability to play a role in the development of other nation, but not contributing in India's development. People across the globe say that India is the country where education is almost up to zero, but the World's first university was established in &lt;strong&gt;Takshila in 700BC&lt;/strong&gt;. More than 10,500 students from all over the world studied more than 60 subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     My country has stoned its importance in world though I am not happy to be an Indian. I’ll blame only two person for pushing India backwards. They are &lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Politicians&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Media&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Journalists&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     When ever we switch to our television, the first channel what we look for is obviously news channel. Their basic tag line "&lt;em&gt;to aware a common people&lt;/em&gt;” but are they really doing so.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s highlight their most major and silliest mistake &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Considering us a common man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          -  We ain't a common man. We should be given equal priority as any other higher official people are given. We are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;special&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     2. Their main interest should be to make people aware of happenings around the globe, rather than making money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don’t need to explain how hard politicians have tried to disturb the peace position of our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thus I am not happy to be an Indian.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059246048960801376-5477876083720106980?l=rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/5477876083720106980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8059246048960801376&amp;postID=5477876083720106980' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/5477876083720106980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/5477876083720106980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2009/01/are-you-happy-to-be-india.html' title='Are You happy to be an Indian'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059246048960801376.post-7645802748815586606</id><published>2009-01-05T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T06:09:40.012-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Conclusion - Not to waste TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;      It took me almost a week to decide wether i'll be able to blog daily or not. Finally i came to know that i have wasted much of my time in thinking what to do, rather than utilising it in adding posts to my own blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;      So the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moral&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;before doing any work think twice or thrice, not more than that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;      As i did. Instead I would have added on to my blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059246048960801376-7645802748815586606?l=rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/7645802748815586606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8059246048960801376&amp;postID=7645802748815586606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/7645802748815586606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/7645802748815586606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2009/01/conclusion.html' title='Conclusion - Not to waste TIME'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8059246048960801376.post-9146827530670401679</id><published>2008-12-31T02:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T06:09:12.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Coincidence or Supernatural power</title><content type='html'>It is pure theological statement to suggest that a person's life is governed by a SUPERNATURAL power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religious people use GOD and SATAN as a system of punishment for what they determine to be GOOD DEEDS or SIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, coincidences is not something to "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;believe in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". Every small thing that happens in our life is PREDESTINED or PREPLANNED according to our deeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets take an example of a simple COINCIDENCE. You schedule to meet someone and before intimating that particular person, he turns up to you (by calling you or visiting you). Will you call it as a &lt;em&gt;MATTER OF LUCK&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;TRY THINKING THE REASON BEHIND IT&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There are some people who believes SUPERNATURAL BEING and some FIND REASON FOR EVERY THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual definition of coincidence is "&lt;em&gt;seemingly planned sequence of accidentally happening of things&lt;/em&gt;" while fate means that &lt;em&gt;happening of things is predestined.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human beings have a strange boon from GOD, that's 6th SENSE. Sometimes we have a feeling that something wrong is going to happen and it does, at times we dream of something and it becomes true. Life is a PUZZLE - those who tries to solve it are the one who doesn't believe in SUPERNATURAL POWER and those who don't are said to be SUPERSTITIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another unbelievable coincidence :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A day before the world trade centre incident, &lt;strong&gt;AMERICAN&lt;/strong&gt; government received a very strange letter whose stamp gave to clue of the future disaster.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/SV44SykeO4I/AAAAAAAAABw/bptcH8XbE7o/s1600-h/pic16234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286724908043090818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/SV44SykeO4I/AAAAAAAAABw/bptcH8XbE7o/s320/pic16234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still now you think it's just a coincidence. If so think again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8059246048960801376-9146827530670401679?l=rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/feeds/9146827530670401679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8059246048960801376&amp;postID=9146827530670401679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/9146827530670401679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8059246048960801376/posts/default/9146827530670401679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rahulmsinghvi.blogspot.com/2008/12/rye.html' title='Coincidence or Supernatural power'/><author><name>Rahul Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383601047166957653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/ScY1HVMIOxI/AAAAAAAAACg/-Hh98tXe3XY/S220/DSC00110.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YFIbSWKW5JA/SV44SykeO4I/AAAAAAAAABw/bptcH8XbE7o/s72-c/pic16234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
