<?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-7605400317936811664</id><updated>2012-02-18T01:28:20.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My experiences with truth !!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avinashprakhya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605400317936811664/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avinashprakhya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Avinash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10945280429300698141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGpqsRAnrE8/SbX3clyWaFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/x1YMZ_4RQ_Y/S220/stud1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605400317936811664.post-8990864522791636602</id><published>2007-07-25T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T08:39:45.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for the moral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGpqsRAnrE8/Rqdo94hnF9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/lhFvdKEpjuI/s1600-h/flirt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGpqsRAnrE8/Rqdo94hnF9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/lhFvdKEpjuI/s320/flirt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091153316120303570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disclaimer : Actually added after the first comment.. this is fiction if u wud like to believe tht :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;First came Tina they met arbitly on chat,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;lovely blue eyes, sweetest of voice with that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;fun, frolic, sweet waits for each other &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;only she was on mind no dad mom or brother&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;flirting was fun with no strings attached&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but days passed and he slowly started feeling detached&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He never let it continue jus left it so sore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And then she left, the rascal wanted no more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then came Meena this time not as arbit as earlier&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;innocence defined her, wow her charm was sure clear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;she, he thought was the woman of his life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;yes I am certain” he thought “only she cud b my wife”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jus a few extra days of fascination but the result wasn't any other&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He jus broke another heart, no care no worry no bother&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He never let it continue jus left it so sore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And then she left, the rascal wanted no more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then  came her, he hardly realized when she came&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;she was jus so much like him but here started the game,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;he never realized when he lost his heart &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;coz this time he jus never thought to play his usual part ,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He finally felt true love and wanted to say so much but&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She had already heard enuf abt him, totally infamous now for all that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She never let it continue,  just left it so sore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and then left him broken and wanting so much more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Moral : Never fall in love.. haha u thought i will preach “no flirting”.. get a life !!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605400317936811664-8990864522791636602?l=avinashprakhya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avinashprakhya.blogspot.com/feeds/8990864522791636602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605400317936811664&amp;postID=8990864522791636602&amp;isPopup=true' title='49 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605400317936811664/posts/default/8990864522791636602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605400317936811664/posts/default/8990864522791636602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avinashprakhya.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-much-for-moral.html' title='So much for the moral'/><author><name>Avinash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10945280429300698141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGpqsRAnrE8/SbX3clyWaFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/x1YMZ_4RQ_Y/S220/stud1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGpqsRAnrE8/Rqdo94hnF9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/lhFvdKEpjuI/s72-c/flirt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>49</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605400317936811664.post-7021823027516627060</id><published>2007-06-03T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T09:25:18.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconditionality is Bull Shit !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGpqsRAnrE8/RmwkJSG_ktI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PH5h1nQqL9k/s1600-h/blog2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGpqsRAnrE8/RmwkJSG_ktI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PH5h1nQqL9k/s320/blog2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074470622038299346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Click to see full pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few things in one's life happen for a very strong reason. The reason and the lesson out of such a happening are so important that the impact - good or bad seems irrelavant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I have had my own fair share of success and good fortune in all walks of life. But on the personal front whenI look back and see what was right and what went wrong, I am atleast happy for i was seldom at the receiving end for most of my wrongs. But is it something to be proud of ? Is it so consoling that I continue with my old ways? and what is it that so suddenly gave my shameless ways of life such a strong wake up call ? It is these times when confusion takes over common sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;One fine morning you wake up and realise suddenly for a  change that you are at the receiving end of a similar shit you have been doing to others. You experience pain, but again your pain seems so insignificant comapred to the cummulative pain you have caused. It is only then that you realise how lucky you have been to have got all the love and attention of your close ones despite what you have been giving them in return. But, also it is only then that you now realise that tommorrow might actually not be as lucky for you as yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Somebody very rightly told me once that I can never be unhappy. Well how very true !! Yes ofcourse. I always lived in the present. Always made new friends around and have been succesful in remaining the centre of attention. So, when it all sounds so fine what went wrong ? Oh yes, in this process of living in the present I now realise that I have almost lost all my past. It is now when I think of the future does it strike me that a past if the first prerequisite for a future cause "Nothing Is Unconditional".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Now I see how much loving somebody is important before expecting to be loved. How giving attention is important before expecting some and much more importantly how "Not to give attention and love" is important when there is lack of it from the other side. Its ironical that  I had to realise this after already losing so much but as I said again "Few things happen for a very strong reason" Appreciate them !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605400317936811664-7021823027516627060?l=avinashprakhya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avinashprakhya.blogspot.com/feeds/7021823027516627060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605400317936811664&amp;postID=7021823027516627060&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605400317936811664/posts/default/7021823027516627060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605400317936811664/posts/default/7021823027516627060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avinashprakhya.blogspot.com/2007/06/unconditionality-is-bull-shit.html' title='Unconditionality is Bull Shit !!!!'/><author><name>Avinash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10945280429300698141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGpqsRAnrE8/SbX3clyWaFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/x1YMZ_4RQ_Y/S220/stud1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGpqsRAnrE8/RmwkJSG_ktI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PH5h1nQqL9k/s72-c/blog2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605400317936811664.post-8888345409235564904</id><published>2007-05-19T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T14:10:38.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belgium Calling !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;First correspondence from Belgium.... Well to start with my keyboard itself is extremely weird (they call it the lebaneese kind, all mixed up keys), so u shud understnd tht i have taken a lot of pains to compose this "going to be long" mail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;its already been three days and this is the first time i have got a chance to take time for a full length mail... Now where do i begin... With so much to share in my head, i have decided to give them individual heads.. so here i go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE JOURNEY :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It all started on the wonderful morning of wednesday when even in india everybody was greeting u gud morning n happy journey.. wow it all sounded wonderful !! the flight journey from delhi to munich was awesome.. nice food, beautiful air hostesses, and dhoom 2 to watch .. i guess the combo says .. the only adventure here was me being stopped for a spl chk up thanks to my uncombed hair .. a nice photo frame gifted to me by my spl friend was the output of the chkup and then a few pleasantries xchanged and me bac on track.. Btw all the airport staff liked the concept of gifting a photo frame and wud have appreciated if there was also a photo in the frame instead of an empty one .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Well reach Munich, wait for 1 hr and leave for Brussles, the only adventure was trying desperately to find a toilet while nobody understands english in a 10 football ground sized airport ... ofcourse u can imagine well magine my success story there.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Then reach brussels, find an indian who guides us to the baggage collect n then we leave for our final destination.. btw for those of u who do not knw where i stay now its called "louvain le neuve".. ya i knw... i myself took a while to memorize tht.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;So on the train journey i was wondering if we have really reached europe.. so jus to confirm things we had a despo couple doing all thts censored right nxt to us (one of the god's most brialliant ways of answering my doubts) so now its unequivocal.. Hey I am in europe !!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;APARTMENT:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Well, 6 females 3 guys 1 apartment .. no coincidences lol !!!! thts the gist hehe !! so as much as i can recall lemme jus give the names here .. "marie (easiest of all), lori (sexiest of all), ooha (sweetest of all), anso (only english speakin of all), n 2 others , one is the xxx of all n the other is the most decent (well easy to forget her name.. decency chahiye hota to india mein naa ruk jaate... lol) nd do i have to give the names of the guys too .. ohh well ok i can only remember one .. he calls himself tsche tsche (pronounce it n tell me wat it is) nd the other is the playboy of all :P (one man to rule them all).. well infact this is all i can safely pass thru the censor board, anything after this is wud only b sent on request (well i am only talking abt the apartment and its inmates which doesnt include me) .. so in this apartment my friend rohit stays (hes a fellow intern with me) and i safely stay in a profs bungalow only to have two old ppl to look after me lol !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JOGGING:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Here comes the major motivation for me to go to Belgium.. Well for those of u who understand the pun and its significance believe me i have lost interest in this.. nd for those who have found this as greek n latin till here read on... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Well coming to wat joging actually means, I got a pair of shoes (sme dint like it, hope uday is listening) only so tht i find an excellent place to jog here.. nd guess wat god jus has everything set for u when u think of jogging as in only jogging without puns.. we have an excellent lake side here.. truly amazing and nothing less than wat they show in some of the bond movies if u have ever seen them.. its a perfect 1 mile run by the lakeside everyday morning and u meet the loviest dogs with their semi nude masters here :P Well i owe a lot to this palce as it was only here where i met Nancy didi (thts wat we call her), an indian who has been extremely gud to us since the last two days.. without her the next few paras wudnt have been so much fun :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;COOKING :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Now dont b surprised.. yes its not a spelling mistake.. we r cooking now.. yahooo !!! it all started with the scare of accidentally tasting beef and going bankrupt (dont knw which scared us more but both beautifully complemented each other) .. so two wonderful cooks r born .. we essentially have a cooker, few spoons n lots of maggi n aloo bhujia with us to begin with !!! wat started like an uncalled for job is now our favorite pass time.. haha i am sure this will add another feather to my matrimonial read.. now the list tht we r currently planning to survive on for the next 80 days follows : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Breakfast : bread , butter, jam, cheese, maggi, milk, corn flakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Lunch &amp; dinner : rice, aloo sabji, brinjal, caroot n other vegetable salad (avaiable readymade), pickle, some readymade easy to eat powders frm home, noodles, macaroni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;So thts the exhaustive list for u.. any gals in the taking plzz send in ur appplications asap.. with so much of cooking experience i am sure to impress aishwarya lol !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SHOPPING:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Well the only thing tht we have been doing ever since we came here is this besides hogging n sleeping.. i shud rather call it window shopping.. with so many malls arnd i already have a fair idea of wat costs how much (shudnt i rather open a consultancy for these dumbheads who still dont knw wat costs how much after staying here for like ever since being born).. i have a fair idea of wat to gift whom lol !! i want no querries in reply.. besides window shopping, our quintessentiqls like cuking washing n cleaning jobs occupied their prominence on our lists.. so all in all with mini skirts more on ppl arnd than in shops, we enjoyed every moment of it !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I thought i wud dedicate a para to narrate my experiences with pub lic displays of afection but i guess not a line passed the censor, so to sum it up i can jus say tht i dont see a single couple without hands in the pants of the other (does it rhyme !! well who cares, u got the msg i guess lol !!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WORK:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Finally !! On paper they tell me we r here for this.. wat crap.. can u believe tht after like 5 paragraphs of pure shit.. lol !!! but yes i do believe it.. this i thought wud b the most boring part but day 1 has been gr8.. we had an excellent time with lots of inexpensive coffee n cokes avaibel in the lab ready to grab frm monday.. work seems cool n all fun and without this para i wudnt b having a comp to compose all the shit, so i better dont complain !!! this para shud b interesting in the future &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MISS U ALL :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Finally to sum it up, u might as well imagine tht i am having the best of my time in here , but somehow even with all the gud i am trying to convey from here, i understand very strongly now wat ppl n friends mean to me.. smthing tht cannot b compensated by 5 paras of adventure. and most importantly to make it worse its after my 4th yr.. even going bac to india now essentally makes no difference, and even the slightest of such thought makes me feel awful in this heavenly place.. I have been so desperate to hear some of my friends frm India, ppl I have hardly cared for when i was bac there but now i realise how much important they r to me .. so i cant spoil the mood here but believe me I miss my friends and family very badly here !!! Hope to hear from each one of them as only their mails can make me feel better and can complete this otherwise incomplete heaven !!! 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