tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74553917527041395622024-03-13T08:08:38.730+05:30maverick.NETAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350193962340612858noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455391752704139562.post-7533020061715792882017-04-09T19:43:00.000+05:302017-04-09T20:25:01.944+05:30380 Days of xyzz<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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380 days of me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Note: Inspired by 500 days of summer <o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Day 1</b>: Convocation-Begin with an ending.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Supposedly a day that marked the end of everything Indore
(my other Alma mater, Thapar being the first one). End of two very emotion filled years. Friends, heart <strike>break<span style="color: red;">(s)</span></strike>,
infinite parties, <span style="font-size: large;">81</span> days in Europe and 10 days of chicken pox, beautiful
sunsets and campus jogs. My parents decided to skip the whole thing which gave
me one more reason to party. The whole saying goodbyes was very difficult and
along with that the feeling of embarking upon a new phase after the MBA campus
life, with all friends scattered in itself felt dark and bleak.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Day 239</b>: <span style="color: red;">Co</span><span style="color: cyan;">ld</span><span style="color: lime;">pla</span><span style="color: yellow;"><b>y</b></span><o:p></o:p></div>
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From their entry to exit, I was ecstatic, full of happiness,
childlike joy, bouncing around with joy and tears of happiness. The moment they
played The Scientist instant tears developed and the same happened when they
played Everglow, paradise and fix you. We thought that the concert would be not more than 20 minutes but since it was Coldplay, we had to attend it and to our surprise they almost played for 2 hours.I am glad I attended this concert and
even more glad to have shared this amazing experience with a man who loves
Coldplay as much or even more, Kishore( wow rhyme moment :P). <o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Day 61</b>: The greatest beard<o:p></o:p></div>
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97 days of unkempt beard, raw in its truest form and
definitely a head turner (people in Jodhpur are not used to such a beard).
During my break between college and job I decided to keep that beard in memory
of a friendship. Well now it doesn’t even matter but yeah this beard made one
thing sure that I and it are inseparable, my current beard is 105 days old. A
wise friend once said, you simply do not grow a beard, the beard grows you.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Day 204: <span style="color: red;">Am</span><span style="color: white;">reecan</span> Express<o:p></o:p></div>
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During my stint at Amreecan(internal joke) express, I made a very good
friend and then due to something very stupid we fell apart until one fine day,
thanks to FB memories thing, we connected again and met on day 203 along with
another amreecan express friend. It was a brilliant night that ended up in a
flight journey worth narrating for a lifetime. <insert some keywords which
cannot be said in public> made this flight awesome.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Day 331</b>: The grand Punjabi Wedding<o:p></o:p></div>
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The man who made my Eurotrip possible, the man who hosts
me whenever I am in Patiala and ever optimistic, got married on this day. The
whole ceremony was so peaceful and left me with moist eyes. I had specifically
kept a beard to look as much of a Sardar as possible and indeed I did look like
one. I still cannot fathom that the guys who I grew with at Thapar are now old
enough to get married, it scares me and at the same time makes me happy. I
guess this is beginning of part 2 of this book of Life.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<u>Days 242-275: the darkest timeline </u><o:p></o:p></div>
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One failure after the other, a combined effect of many made
me completely lose all my positive energy. I literally fought with every friend
close to me and distanced them for a while. I spent a bachelor’s trip not
talking to one friend because I was so low and had fought with him for trying
to be there for me. It was the lowest low and darkest dark. I hardly talked
during this phase and became paranoid, but thanks to the Legion, the Christmas
morning snow, I was back to normal by New Year '17.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Day 169</b>: 3<sup>rd</sup> Annual Bar run<o:p></o:p></div>
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Continuing the tradition which I and Angad started in 2013
inspired by Simon Pegg’s: The World’s end,We made a plan along with 3 other friends to do pub hopping in Bombay,
but ended up covering just 2.5 pubs/bars and decided to go home and sleep(age
catching up I guess). But yeah the whole effort to gather in Bombay and do it
is why we do it. Sharing experiences, reliving memories and creating new moments. <o:p></o:p></div>
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These are just some of the days of 380 days of highs and
low, how highs/lows of past affects your future. There are people who make you
and there are people who break you, and it might happen any fine day. <o:p></o:p></div>
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These days remind me of how alive I am, how involved I want
to be with everything and everyone around me. I guess this is what living is,
feeling is. No matter what awaits, lose or win, it will define you. </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Go all in, feel it
all. Go Live</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350193962340612858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455391752704139562.post-57529998650931544952016-02-04T09:50:00.000+05:302016-02-04T10:08:55.259+05:30Things to Do – Part 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-US">It is that
time of the year when you would be bidding your farewell to a lot of people you
spent time with. Some say First Impression matters, I say <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">"Last
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<span lang="EN-US">MBA life
has been very <strike><span style="color: red;"><i>transaction</i></span></strike> oriented in nature, many people you met just needed
something from you and you needed something from them, once the business was
done the relationship ended or went dormant.
Amidst all this dirt and muck you must have come across a few crazy <span style="font-size: large;"><b>diamonds</b></span>,
crazy enough to call <span style="color: #0b5394;">"friends"</span>. You might have a friend for everything else you
do, foodie friend, social media friend,’ music and stuff’ friend and what not ; but this diamond person is someone who has just been there always and forever (after
all diamonds are forever: P). Have you seen a diamond ring judge you? , no right!!,
these diamonds / constants are the true gems of your life. They just stayed
watching silently, like a secret guardian, like <b><span style="font-size: large;">the Dark Knight</span></b>. They probably
have seen you cry, and deep down they just cried with you but on the outside
wore a smile, they could see you make mistakes but just stood by to make you
learn the hard way, they just let you <b>be yourself</b>, untouched and pure. They are
rare, don’t let them fade away.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US">Go back in
time a couple of years and just remember the good times and bad times(specially
the bad times because only when it is dark enough , the <b><i>stars</i></b> show up ) and
some faces will appear who were just stuck in your thoughts and in everything
else,who were there every time you needed them to be ; these faces are the diamonds/constants of
your life. Remember all the quality time you have spent with them , hold them
close , tell them how much they mean to you and thank them for every single
instance they stuck out and you will come across a smile so warm and heart
melting that you might even cry(you can thank me later) . <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US">I remember
how after chicken pox a person (won’t name you ) offered to go that extra mile
to help me , I remember that person who would just listen to all the cribbing I
had to do and just give the best advice. I remember that person who partied
with me when nobody would, I remember that person who with a smile would make
my day, I remember that person who would just offer me to teach guitar and be
my punching bag, I remember that person who even after all the personal
troubles would always smile and give me the best advice. I remember those
persons who made Scandi happening, I remember that person who literally saved
me in Germany and that person who kept me fed in Europe. Most of all I remember
that <span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><b>#one</b></span> single person who didn’t and couldn’t let me go, even when the odds
were against. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US">In a nutshell,
go break your precious bubble and let go of any reason holding you back, do what is just and right(be a little less selfish) and spend
whatever time is left with these constants because frankly speaking nothing
else matters and it’s time to polish those diamonds. Somewhere down the line I did
forget and made a lot of my friends unhappy, so here I am doing the one
single thing I should have done a long time ago #JustLive<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US">For all
other non-serious stuff read this other entry I wrote during the final days of
BTech. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350193962340612858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455391752704139562.post-33191891046357233272015-02-21T10:16:00.000+05:302015-02-21T11:04:27.812+05:30The Lists<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="line-height: 115%;">In
December<span style="color: red;"><b> <span style="font-size: large;"><i>Coldplay</i></span> </b></span>announced their final closing album; this event not only triggered a series of sad emotions, Coldplay
videos on loop but an insight as well. Visiting a Coldplay</span> concert along with other items is one of the top items in my <i>bucket list</i>. Talking
about lists, <b>one’s</b> life(not you Neo Anderson) is full of lists ,some independent and some dependent
on other lists. Right from inception till death, there are lists. As a child
list of do’s and don’ts, list of your favorite toys, list of items one is
allowed to eat. With time as<b> </b><i><b><span style="color: orange;">life goes on
and gets so heavy</span></b> </i>more lists come into picture, list of favorite people, crushes,
friends, songs, and more songs. The lists are dynamic and keep on growing in
size and number ; list of fantasies ; list of favorite games ; list of football fantasy teams , the
<i>bucket list</i> ,list of things to do when bored in class , list of<strike> <b>pick-up</b></strike> lines
and lists lists lists. Almost everything one like’s or does is an item in some
list. One particular list of interest is of who one perceives to be his/her friends , this list is of vital importance and should be taken care of with
utmost importance , though there are jumpers who get in and out of this list ,
one should keep track of this single most important list he/she is gonna make<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;">In
one of the marketing lectures I attended , it was explained that in general
humans make mental lists in their minds of things they like and at most
remember the first three entries in it , the point that I am trying to make is
that given so many lists one has , a person remembers only the top entries ,
rest all are more or less not important. All one has to do is get the lists right , coz there is so
much to do in such less time. Go ponder who and what belongs to which list ,
and start crossing items in your lists. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Note:This post is written from a perspective of a <span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><b>Deadmau5</b></span>(pronounced - Dead-mouse) fan , Please move along if you are not in a mood to hear or read about Strobe , the one song i have talked about constantly through many posts</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There are a few songs which you feel you will never get tired of , and Strobe is that one song for me. The song is playing on repeat as i write this post. This song or i shall name it the<i> <b>life song</b> </i>because it is composed in such a manner that you can use it for narrating your life story or some important story or a person in a staggering <b><span style="font-size: large;">10:37</span></b> minutes , a build up (slow and steady ), a rise, and bamm! some mind boggling beats. First introduced to me by Angad , he suggested a way similar to what i just described to savor the life song in his blog or maybe at his house.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Some say if you count the number of times i have heard this song , you will be astounded. It is called the Strobe</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It all started with Sunburn announcing a Deadmau5 concert in India and i was like <b><strike>f***</strike> yeah</b>. I was more excited than anything ever before , like a child is when he rides a bicycle for the first time or maybe a person's first kiss. The day it was announced , i made a few calls asking the members of <b>The Legion </b>to join me in this experience of a lifetime. Many of my friends chose not to go to the concert saying one song is not worth attending a concert . I was disheartened and wished that Angad was here , because if he had been here he would have agreed in a heartbeat. The first respite came from Alam who showed interest in coming but said it would depend on his office whether they will allow him to take a leave on 14th March.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">During a course of 2-3 months i kept asking other friends again and again to come to the concert , and failed every single time but that didn't demotivate me and I kept trying. One fine day when the concert tickets were available for sale , Alam said he would not be able to join because his office won't allow him to take a leave on a Friday( He lives in Surat and to attend the concert he had to take a leave ).Frankly speaking i was infuriated that day and demotivated and decided not to go myself , but still kept bugging people to attend the concert ( i don't know why i was so persistent). Luckily the tickets were available and on 7th March , with the hope that someone will say yes , i asked Alam that the tickets are still available and he should talk to his supervisor about taking a leave and fortunately his boss agreed and he said yes book the tickets , and like a child i ran around in my office premises excited and happy. I quickly booked the tickets and waited impatiently for the D day. In all this there was this moment when i decided that i might attend this concert alone.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">14th March(events in chronological order, timelines may be approximate)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">0600 hrs : Alam leaves for Mumbai</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">1030 hrs : I am playing Assassin's Creed-Revelations</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">1130 hrs : I write to my supervisor saying i am ill and cannot come to work</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">1230 hrs : I constantly <b>WhatsAppin</b> Alam and asking him to share his location , like a 10 minute reconnaissance</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">1326 hrs : I meet Alam at a mall</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">1400 hrs : The true details of the even cannot be disclosed : Highly confidential</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">1446 hrs : Still Highly confidential</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">1500 hrs : We set sail for Mahalakshmi Race Course(sunburn arena) with a bar of Bournville</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And thus starts the journey to Deadmau5 , It was a hot day and i could see the Bournville in my hand melting , soon it was like that Cadbury Silk advertisement . After savoring the chocolate bar , and riding the auto for almost an hour we reached our destination and on our way we talked about Deadmau5 and women.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">1645 hrs : Lined up in a queue for the passes</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">1715 hrs : Collect the passes</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">1815 hrs : Enter the arena , look for a good spot</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">1845 hrs : Rehab starts performing</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I and Alam were standing at a location very close to a set of hanging speakers and when Rehab stepped up on the stage and played the first bass beat , both of us were literally blown away by it's sound waves. We decided not to leave that spot until the concert was over. After approximately 90 minutes of Rehab's music Deadmau5 took over the stage and he was wearing a Kurta. After a few minutes he played 'Tunak Tunak-Deadmau5 style' and the crowd went totally bonkers. One thing about the crowd , it was too young and i could see people who probably didn't even know how to pronounce Deadmau5 but none the less it didn't matter. He played Ghosts n Stuff and i went totally nuts when he did so , and soon after he played the very best - Strobe , complete 10 minutes and i was almost in tears , tears of joy.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I felt that my life was complete now and i can die in peace. It was a beautiful concert and i will remember it for a very long long time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Thank you Deadmau5 for making Strobe and for coming to India</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">PS- If you still haven't heard this song , you can die</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">PPS - Deadmau5 is a person named </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 10.74666690826416px;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Joel Thomas Zimmerman</b></span></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350193962340612858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455391752704139562.post-40141760345225545322013-10-07T22:24:00.001+05:302013-10-07T22:36:36.543+05:30Time Travel <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
No , i haven't created a singularity nor was exposed to one nor have i created a time machine, what i have done is simply discovered a way to take my mind to a memory in the past.(future, sorry to disappoint you )<br />
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Just a few days back i was listening to A R Rahman , i came across this song<br />
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and instantly i reached the assembly area of my school in II standard . (you read it right , II standard) , i didn't even know that i had this memory. I remember it was that time of the year when all junior grades were preparing for the annual function. This song was used by the IVth graders and i saw them perform with their hands waving in the air in a synchronous manner , the teachers trying to correct the ones like me(zero dancing skills).The students stood in a rectangular formation consisting of several rows and there was a teacher with a whistle trying to synchronize the steps. Every whistle blow resulted in the next step of the dance sequence.<br />
The venue of the annual function was a cricket stadium (Barkatullah Khan Stadium) in Jodhpur and gosh that feeling of dancing in the center of the stadium , simply amazing.<br />
All this came to my mind , and it felt like i was literally there while listening to this song.<br />
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So this is how i re lived something which was there somewhere in my mind ( similar to Assassin's Creed , using Animus to re live memories , Desmund-Altair-Ezio). This has happened multiple times with multiple songs and it is possible that you might have experienced it too(happens if the repeating interval of the song is large)<br />
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Each song has a memory associated and many times a person as well.<br />
Keep your minds open and let the song be your guide<br />
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PS - Do watch the video</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350193962340612858noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455391752704139562.post-87767250048048934082013-06-17T23:10:00.004+05:302013-10-07T21:31:38.073+05:30This is Kartik Jhanwar<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It has been really long since i have written something so here it goes<br />
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Prologue : The title of this post is inspired by the ST- 'This is Clark Kent' , and is not my factual description.<br />
and is definitely not linked to 300 - this is Sparta scene. <br />
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10:25 am : the usual time i start walking towards my office but today i decided to plug in my earphones and play the latest masterpiece by Hans Zimmer<br />
Man of <span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">S</span>teel OST.<br />
Selected the song - 'This is Clark Kent'<br />
and started walking towards the office and as the piano played i felt a rush , i felt as if it was the background music of my life. Instantly it brought up a scene from the movie where the boy Clark is playing with a dog and is wearing a red cape sort of thing( a towel perhaps).<br />
As i continued walking thinking about the scene it occurred to me that i am also destined to something great.<br />
Whether i do it or not is another question but this composition made me feel so<br />
Try playing this soundtrack while you are going to your office , i am sure you will also feel something.<br />
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10:15 pm(co incidentally ,almost 12 hours after i played it in the morining) - I started playing the song again and i was instantly reminded of my childhood , in particular one class room session in 5th standard .<br />
The substitute Social Sciences teacher decided not to teach and gave us a free period(those days a free period meant a lot- equivalent to a your boss saying go home , take a day off).<br />
She was our substitute teacher for almost a month and i kind of had a crush on her. I can't recall her name but she was very nice.<br />
It was her last day as our teacher and also in the school.It was an era of scrapbooks and<br />
I decided to ask her to make an entry. I walked to her and presented my school diary to her to write something(many other students also did). She asked in her soothing voice , Kartik<br />
what do you want to become when you grow up and i said an <span style="color: blue;"><b>Astronaut</b></span>.<br />
As a child i used to visit my maternal home a lot and it is in Bikaner and the nights<br />
there were very cool (thanks to the surrounding sands) We used to sometimes sleep on the roof and i used to love watching stars , sometimes even tried to count them. I was fascinated by the sky and hence the astronaut thing<br />
She then wrote something and wished me luck.I think what she wrote was may you become an astronaut or something like that and signed it<br />
I remember how happy I was and at the same time very sad coz of the fact that she was leaving. I am not very good with goodbyes<br />
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So coming back to the present - This song is pretty amazing and brought back a memory where in i thought i will become an astronaut and do something great.<br />
Although i cannot be an astronaut now but maybe I am destined to do something great.<br />
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Go search your memory , go do something great<br />
Thank you Hans Zimmer , thank you Man of <span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">S</span>teel<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350193962340612858noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455391752704139562.post-16761665405273149872012-08-15T00:31:00.000+05:302012-08-20T20:12:26.092+05:30Random II<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This is a complete random piece of work with just one outlying message. It will be conveyed while you read</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Thousands of thought are generated by the normal human mind in a single day(<span style="background-color: black;">About 60,000 of which about 56,400 are about our own needs, wants ans concerns). Out of these thoughts, some are related to an individual or a group of individuals. These individuals are in someway influencing your lives. Some due to recent interactions and some due to your constant exposure to them(it sounds like some reaction) </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: black;">Now what i want you to do is just start your day with the following thought in mind - Keep a count of how many times a person(<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">S</span></b>)(lets call him/her a person , individual sounds too formal) comes to your mind and try to relate the recent events in your life with that person. This way you can figure out why you are having thoughts about that person. It may be because of separation , infatuation , admiration or just pure friendship. Whatever be the reason these individuals are there in your mind,fiddling with it, your <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><strike>dreams</strike></span></b> so why not figure out why they are there( i am pretty sure many of you have it all figured out , but just try doing this...you will get some<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> certainty</span></i></b> in this otherwise uncertain life)</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: black;">Coming to why i wrote this post</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: black;">The following lucid dream made me think and whatever you see is the result of the following </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It was a rainy day and she was all drenched. Her <i><b>wet</b></i> long locks were brushing her back and the almost <b><i>white</i></b> color of her skin contrasted with the navy blue colored top of hers. I could see her trying to dry herself and she saw me peeping through. As she caught a glimpse of me trying to catch a glimpse of her she jumped to reach me and then <span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">she would <i><b>kiss</b></i> my face over and over again, with her silky wet hair, moistening it with the perfume of an inexplicable <b><i>fragrance</i></b>.</span>( line courtesy- Abhinav Mathur). </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This is the small dream i had and it explains multiple things</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">First of all the female character , newly found friend , </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Rain - All because of the rains in Mumbai </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Perfume- the lady is fond of perfumes</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">All i want to say is that there is some hidden meaning in our thoughts , try to observe them , try to correlate and fit them into the bigger picture.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350193962340612858noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455391752704139562.post-83671613102469394862012-02-09T02:10:00.000+05:302012-04-30T23:26:06.234+05:30Poke<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Note to the reader:
I am not a Facebook promoter so after reading this don't change your mind.<br />
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From the very beginning of our life , we have been doing<span style="font-size: x-large;"> IT </span>and will continue to do it in the future as well. As kids we did it physically maybe in the classroom , while playing or even while bullying another kid(poke in the eyes ; if u were a bully). It might hurt people(eg. Raina Kaur; yea u can now kill me :P)<br />
That was physical poking , coming to the other kind (the more severe kind) the non-physical.Poking your nose(whatsoever size and shape) in others business. Yes reader you have been doing it whether you admit it or not.Some people find it irritating.This was all about the classic poke thing. Now coming to what this post is about.<br />
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Zuckerberg in 2004 started something which is now a part of every modern human being's life, Facebook and with it<span style="font-size: x-large;"> the Poke</span>. Its the most subtle form of virtual contact known to mankind(i just made that up). For me its the one thing that keeps me from not leaving Facebook(just exaggerating :P).<br />
Poke does all the things which a Classic Poke does(except the physical thing).<br />
Its a subtle way of reaching out a person(if u are afraid to send a friend request; though i don't believe in this)<br />
For new friendships it is a conversation starter.<br />
You can't always keep in touch with everyone , not even your closest one's but you will log on to FB for sure , and with that single poke it's like a modern way of showing that you are there. A poke from someone is a sign of the above and the best part of it is , it's just a click away(for you lazy ass's out there)<br />
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Poke from someone is something which reminds you that yea that person is as <span style="font-size: large;">Vella</span> as you are,you haven't been forgotten and you will never be(if in a poke war). Sometimes pokes are lost , like friendships in real life are but this is where you re-poke and forget the past and move on. Yes all this with a single poke.<br />
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At one point of time poke will be the only point of <span style="font-size: large;">'contact'</span> between you and your friend.<br />
Its a pressure reliever and its engaging ,trust me it kills boredom ,it makes your boring meetings(when in office ,in a conference call) interesting and it is simple(a click away).<br />
I am not sales pitching here , just sharing what i feel about Poke and Poke Wars. If you could relate to anything , you are probably ready to poke someone.<br />
Go for it and with time you will realize i was right.<br />
Let the War begin......<br />
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<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350193962340612858noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455391752704139562.post-18061878663968057552012-01-23T00:53:00.000+05:302012-02-09T02:34:08.434+05:30True That<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Well we often learn most of the things the hard way , this is the way life is and it might seem unfair but i am pretty sure what goes comes around. The world after all is a small place.<br />
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This post might offend people i know and it's a short one<br />
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Friend is like a brother from another mother with whom u share almost every aspect of life but lately the concept has changed , this concept holds true only till the friend whom u call a friend doesn't have a love interest. When she/he comes into the picture the whole scenario changes (<b>EXCEPT</b> for a few in my case).<br />
You become the second priority and you are being referred to only when you are needed much like Amitabh's character in the movie Baghbhan , a heart touching story but it holds true here<br />
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You are like the cast of a fractured bone , if the friend is hurt or needs you , you support him/her but once the job is complete the cast is thrown away so are you . This cycle is endless, one friend to other and to other. Coming to the good part of it , it acts as a filter to distinguish good friend from a friend.<br />
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This song might help set the mood<br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350193962340612858noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455391752704139562.post-71616689117580260302011-11-22T06:35:00.001+05:302011-11-22T06:43:44.216+05:30Don’t let it be<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It has been so long, long enough for one to live all he can.
What did i ever do to deserve this, everyone says just let it be, just let it
be but i say why?. Why have u changed so much , why have u become so numb so
cold(colder than you were when i knew you ) .You are not the one i knew, i <i>HAD</i> a crush on and i was
friends with ,why have u changed. Why have you cocooned yourself, have
circumstances been so bad??.</div>
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Why can’t we just
talk it over and start afresh. In you i saw the spark of that promising friendship,
a friendship that we could have cherished for a lifetime. Why did it happen?
They say that things happen for good but i see no good in this. They say one
should not think about past and what’s done is done, but can’t it be undone. I
know we never talked about it but i think i deserved an explanation .It’s
unfair. I know it hard to find good people (really hard) but it’s worth the try. Leave all this for a second, are you the same person you were 3 years
back , are you ?.</div>
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Just think about it and don’t let it be!<br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350193962340612858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455391752704139562.post-69147917320585553632011-11-18T23:57:00.001+05:302011-11-19T00:18:43.347+05:30Things to Do<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It has been <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">1218</span> days (excluding the counselling days and
including today ) since i first entered this college and oh boy i have changed a
lot , only a couple of weeks left and then we all will be on our separate ways
. Its like you have some terminal disease and only a few days left to live and
once you are dead its all gone except that in this case u can use the Social
Network to be in touch but who are u kidding these things last for only a
couple of years . </div>
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Call me cynical but it is a fact , i have been off
the radar for just 15 days and its like i am completely unaware of what’s happening
around me , friends have been busy in their own lives and this is just college
we are talking about(how busy can an engineer be ) . The very idea of what lies ahead when we start working
is disheartening. Enough of this cynicism , coming on to what i wanted to write
“THINGS TO DO”</div>
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Well as i said its almost the end and there are so many
things to do like</div>
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Go propose the girl (not random in my case) you have been
fantasizing about from the past year(at max she </div>
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will slap you ) , go resolve
some issues that haven’t been resolved, go <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Hug</span></i></b> someone u feel u haven’t hugged
be it a girl or a boy, go tell your friends that you love them and it would be
impossible to survive without you guys (ironical),for a change go attend a few
lectures,listen to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Strobe-Deadmau5</i></b></span> and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Hurt-Johnny Cash</i></b> </span>once more ,go talk to your former <b><i><strike><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">crush</span></strike></i></b> and resolve everything ,call someone you
have been wanting to call for the past month, break off all the relationships
that you don’t want in your life (its about time that you move on), go to the
teacher you like and tell him/her that sir/ma’am you are the best teacher in
the campus, go have that coffee with the friend you have been wanting to have a
coffee with , go out on a date , go be someone’s <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">wingman</span></i></b>(its a great feeling) ,
dance /sing your way to the campus (it’s a great feeling you must do it
definitely) although people will think you are mad but you shouldn’t be caring
what people think about you because they are just people ,who
are they to judge you(<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">BNM</span>). Drive /Co-Drive listening to loud music dancing all the
way , run in the campus as if the devil has come from hell to take you , call
DIBS on a girl you see, call on the closest rule(courtesy Sujay Nautiyal), if
possible just go and sing on a stage (for example while you are in a quiz and
you have the mike with you ) ,go meet all the persons you met once in your
college life ,go eat whatever you want to for the one last time, don’t waste your time thinking about what has been done think
about what you can do it’s not too late for anything and stop spending time
with your laptop/desktop it is going nowhere . Spend more time outside doing
things physically(in a clean way) rather than doing it virtually(totally ironic
to what i am actually doing right now :D :D :D),go do what you feel like.(not something stupid that you end up getting hurt )</div>
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Go make that one last time the special time so that you remember it. </div>
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I can’t think of anything more to do right now </div>
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(I know using so many commas in a sentence is incorrect ,
please ignore them )</div>
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Just be yourself . </div>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350193962340612858noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455391752704139562.post-80438791603996986712011-09-08T18:50:00.000+05:302011-09-08T18:58:19.107+05:30Da Subway!!! (نعم مترو الانفاق)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Da is a Russian word which means <b><i>'yes'</i></b>. In my entire life i have said <b><i>'no'</i></b> to Subway only a few times that is why the post is titled as 'yes subway'. The bracketed term is also yes Subway in Arabic.You might be wondering why Arabic the reason for this is excess of <b><i>'Call of Duty</i></b>', the op-for clan speaks Arabic and it sounds real good
for example when you plant a clay-more the player shouts out <br />
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"Zaaallllllllaaaaaaaaal(actually zaaraaard Claaaay-moore"</blockquote>
<b><i>(زراعة كلايمور) </i></b>(planting claymore)<br />
(Google Translate <i><b>http://bit.ly/nIHpQR</b></i>)<br />
Try this link and type "planting claymore" and click on the sound button on the Arabic side.<br />
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Note: Subway is the food chain owned by Doctor's Associates<br />
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Subway was first introduced to me in the freshman year of my college and ever since i haven't denied going to the heavenly place. The Patiala subway is located somewhere in 'Leela Bhawan' and if you are a student at Thapar University and you don't know where it is then you should go and frag yourself.<br />
As u enter Subway you cross an invisible curtain of air and you enter this celestial place , the first thing that you sense is the aroma of fresh vegetables and for a moment you are carried away. The shop is a standard Subway setup nothing special about the preparing area.<br />
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Now i will tell you how you get your sub prepared , there is a standard procedure that one should follow<br />
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1. Quickly decide what do you want to have (although its real difficult)<br />
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2. Get the sub toasted and if you are planning to put <b>Barbecue</b> sauce , tell the person who is making your sub to put some sauce before the salad.The sauce is absorbed by the bread and adds to the flavour(This thing was discovered by Alamjot Singh, so all thanks to him).<br />
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3. Decide what all veggies do you want.<br />
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4. The most difficult part is choosing the sauces, if you have a particular taste go for it but if you can't decide then go for the following combination
<b><i>Mayo+Southwest+black pepper</i></b>(all time favorite)<br />
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5. Pay the man<br />
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Now for all those who want to relish the sub to the most read this part carefully<br />
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The shop in Patiala has a basement for sitting, there are 4 double seat and 4 single seat couches which are brownish in color. Make sure you get one of them otherwise its your loss. The black couches are useless and you should sit there only if you have no other option.
The brown couches also known as <b><i>"bhand "(भंड)</i></b>sofas .<br />
'Bhand' is the hindi equivalent of stoned. These couches are one of the best you will ever come across in any food joint you visit. Man you have to trust me on this one. Eat your Subway at your usual speed and then when you are done you should not leave immediately but should sit for a while(the while depends on your state of mind-sober,drunk etc). For extreme comfort you should lie on your couch as low as possible , if possible try to keep your abdomen horizontal and your lower back as horizontal as possible and then you must let the sub you just ate to sink in.
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Before every sub i pray <i><b>"Long Live the Sub"</b></i></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350193962340612858noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455391752704139562.post-38159037300442563802011-05-19T16:35:00.000+05:302011-05-19T16:35:45.005+05:30The PatrolPatrolling the barren mainland of the academic block (battlefield area) in my usual gear that includes a pair of earphones, a single strap bag and a communicating device that also serves as the music player and looking for high priority targets i came up with this post. Patrolling is an essential duty of all the members of the <i><b>Legion</b></i> i am a part of. This special task requires high presence of mind, stealth, and specialization in sign and code language and ninja techniques. The targets must never know that they are under the radar. This Legion is yet to be named. Patrolling is one of the several tasks that this spec-ops team is capable of doing.<br />
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Coming back to the Patrolling, the path includes the following locations of the battlefield.<br />
<b><i>1.Jaggi (the heart)-</i></b> The heart of all activities and a nice location to camp with the UAV recon .This place serves as a hangout spot for most of the civilians. The density of population varies according to time with the least in morning and maximum in evening.5pm to 7pm is the prime time in this area. This Vantage point is of prime importance and the most important location in the path. At this point many people <i><b>“see”</b></i> (yes this is the same see you are thinking of) many people and hence starts <i><b>the journey,</b></i> the journey which will make you do things you have never done, may bring the best out of you :D. Jaggi is the place where many comrades lose their mind and what not in pursuit of <b>“happiness”</b>(apparently what some people call it).Moving on to the next location in the path<br />
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<i><b>2.Directorate(the fortress)-</b></i> The high-command office / working area where executive decisions are made. It has got cells which serves as working area for most of our mentors/oppressors. This VVIP location is where all our money goes (the money which we pay to stay in the battlefield) . The executives here make battle plans(the exams) , some changes in the functioning of the field and related stuff. The whole area is the only area in the college which is air conditioned( quiet ironical even after spending so much ). The mentors here prepare ground for the battles which we fight in the following sections of the patrol path.<br />
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<i><b>3.The E/F block(active war zone).</b></i> The area where we spend most of our time and is an active warzone. It holds the 2/3 hours battles named <i>MST/EST</i> respectively which we fight during specific months of the year. These battles lead to win or defeat and thus plays an important role in deciding our fates. Some might argue that these battles are useless but what i feel is that winning here is pretty much important (may be not by a big margin but yes one should ultimately succeed) . The battle count in the four years of warfare is approximately 88 and one should try and not <i>die</i> (gaining a F) in any of the battle, severe injuries might get healed with time but death is not a very good sign though you can reverse it but i say it’s not a wise decision to die. One can control the result of these battles. During cold war (normal working days) these areas are full of activity and the person who started his/her <i>journey</i> at Jaggi can continue it here. :p<br />
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<i><b>4 The D block-</b></i> A place that bring back fond memories , I remember how i met the members of the Legion in the freshmen year . There is nothing much to see here and is just a connecting link in the patrol .The D block is also the gateway to the official hideout <b>The Library </b> for many couples :p. <br />
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<i><b>5.The Corridor-</b> </i>the corridor which acts as the connecting path from D block back to Jaggi is of less importance but what comes after the corridor is of utmost importance ; <b>The placement cell(freedom cell)-</b> which i feel is the most important battle place and if u win there you gain freedom , you are free to do whatever you have ever thought of. From here sky is the limit for you<br />
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From this corridor it’s back to Jaggi . This is the PATROL PATHAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350193962340612858noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455391752704139562.post-38896927935151290202011-04-30T12:10:00.001+05:302011-04-30T12:12:24.674+05:30The playlistWell whenever we listen to a song something comes to our mind be it a friend, a person more than a friend (in your viewpoint) , someone you like or anything that your mind conjures up<br />
following are some songs from the playlist i am currently listening to(yeah that means while writing ). These songs are followed by where i heard them first and what comes up to my mind when i listen to them<br />
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NOTE: these are instantaneous reactions <br />
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1.The Call- Regina Spektor<br />
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First heard-The Chronicles of Narnia<br />
well i just heard this song once, before <b>she</b>(the one) shared it with me.Whenever I listen to this song i imagine <b>her</b> singing the song coz her voice is pretty much like the singer of this song<br />
Apart from that this song has amazing lyrics.<br />
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(Note: If you(the her mentioned in the above post) is reading this post , i just wanna say that you have an amazing voice.<br />
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2.Mad World-Gary Jules<br />
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First heard-Gears of War(for those who don't know what Gears of war is gfgi!!!)<br />
this is a song i can relate to , while listening to this i think of the people around me, you should listen to the lyrics carefully because they are amazing.<br />
I imagine myself sitting somewhere in a crowded area motionless while others are running here and there(as if i am in a slow-motion state and <b>they</b> are in fast-motion state).Do listen to this song.<br />
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3.Hurt-Johnny Cash<br />
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First heard-Angad's home<br />
This song orginally written and performed by <b>NIN</b> is one of the best songs i have ever come across. The low pitch husky voice of Cash has magic in it. While listening i think about the life of Johnny Cash which is depicted in the movie Walk The Line. This song is the only song that has ever made me cry, it's full of pain and i bet if you listen to it you will also feel something similar<br />
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4.Moonshield - In Flames<br />
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First heard-some time in 2010<br />
Melodeath, some of you readers might not like it so you can skip it<br />
i often wonder how do these guys come up with such a thing, its really amazing<br />
the vocals , the rifts etc. while listening to metal i don't think much and just enjoy the thing.<br />
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5.Dil Chahta Hai-Dil Chahta Hai<br />
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First heard-quiet a long time back<br />
Ah! the playlist is magical or what, this is one good song and has memories attached with it. I even sang this song in front of my class in 5th grade.(imagine me singing :D) . This song has that touch of happiness and lightens the mood immediately. I remember how i learnt the lyrics of this song, i played it line by line and wrote it in my notebook. The best stretch of the song is from 2:30 to 3:00<br />
the video is also cool.If i get an opportunity to drive a Mercedes on the Bombay-Goa highway i'll be delighted<br />
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Well i think i should stop now<br />
the above post was just a glimpse of the playlist <br />
and also ages have passed before i last wroteAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350193962340612858noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455391752704139562.post-43785621875127385142011-03-05T22:30:00.001+05:302011-03-05T22:31:55.829+05:30a sudden urge to writeThere was this moment when everything seemed to be <b><i>Yellow</i></b>. People seemed to be progressing at the rate of <b><i>Speed of sound</i></b> and i was somewhere <b><i>Lost</i></b> in my own world( i am pretty sure that everyone have had a moment like this in their lives else u are not human). While my world was yellow others were living <b><i>Life in Technicolor</i></b>.The <b><i>Clock</i></b> needles appeared to be stationary as if someone had switch it(clock) off.In such moment the only thing that can <b><i>Fix You</i></b> is the thing you like doing the most or the person you love the most.One needs a thing that creates a <b><i>Rush of Blood</i></b> to the head and he/she <b><i>Swings</i></b> back to <b><i>Square One</i></b>.<br />
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ok by now you must have realized where all this is going if not just see what stands out in the post<br />
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PS-This is not a real life incident , just a sudden urge to writeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350193962340612858noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455391752704139562.post-37640409723735320142011-02-13T22:46:00.000+05:302011-02-13T22:46:35.670+05:30The DriveLocation: Sector 8,Chandigarh<br />
I could see the red needle of the speedometer glued to the 30kmph mark of the orange LED dial meticulously crafted in graphite like console of the Honda City, the engine barely made sound (as if someone muted it ) and <b>it</b> felt as if i were gliding.I was sitting on the passenger seat and Angadvir Singh Bhatti was effortlessly driving the car.It was like there was no friction(technically not possible) and the car was drifting on its own. The wet earth smell, the music and the chilled air were a treat to my sensory receptors.<br />
My head which is generally clouded with different thought strings was at peace.(may be i am exaggerating but if you have felt something like this you would agree with me) All i was doing was appreciating and enjoying the drive. <br />
Call it Angad's brilliant driving ,Honda's perfection and natures beauty this drive was one of the most peaceful drive i have ever had.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350193962340612858noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455391752704139562.post-9980336571312553852011-01-29T01:08:00.003+05:302011-01-29T01:11:31.664+05:30Random<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CKartik%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CKartik%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"></link><link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CKartik%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"></link><style>
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<div class="MsoNormal">Time: some time in the morning</div><div class="MsoNormal">Place: Hostel J , Thapar University</div><div class="MsoNormal">Scene I:</div><div class="MsoNormal">I woke up to the alarm i had put up the previous night (and still didn't notice the time ,funny). After performing my chores i plugged in my earphones and headed for college. On my way i noticed that there was no one on the road (well a pretty usual thing) but even at the campus i saw no body then i started to panic. The whole college had turn into some sort of deserted place (like some place which was recently nuked) with everything in its place. I took out my phone and it showed all the network bars so i started calling up people and as i was doing this strangely “<b><i>Bulls on Parade</i></b>”(a friend of mine) showed up and he explained his part of the story which was pretty much the same(strangely this friend of mine never shows up in college on usual days). </div><div class="MsoNormal">Scene II:</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Bulls on Parade</i> </b>and I were somewhere in a building and we were not on the ground floor because it was on fire . We took the stairs and suddenly there was an Earthquake and the stairs ahead of us shattered. We did panic but after a while we calmed down and there was silence, the only sound we could hear was that of the flames from the ground floor. After a while there was another sound, a familiar sound . We started moving towards the source and soon after we discovered that the source was a girl ( a familiar face) . Let her name be Tara( i cant disclose the name) and i had a crush on her a long time back. She was stuck somewhere and there was a huge gap in the floor between us. The only way to get her out of there was to make her jump. We calmed her down and asked her to jump ( she didn’t have a athletic built and the gap was pretty huge) and she agreed to do so. The Plan was simple –one of us had to catch her, for a moment there was complete silence and then Bulls on Parade counted till 3 and she jumped and fell into my arms. I must say it was like some bollywood movie scene and we had eye contact for a while.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Ring ring ring and i am in my bed</div><div class="MsoNormal">I realize that it was a dream(much inspired by the movies ) . I was controlling it at some places like the Q7,weapons etc but the friends and the crush which appeared in the dream were beyond my control. I wanted to post this dream as soon as i woke up in the noon but i had some prior engagements so didn’t get time.Strangely i remember a lot abt this dream....</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>“Dreams are the touchstones of our character</i>.”- Henry David Thoreau</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350193962340612858noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455391752704139562.post-47083511849931657002011-01-20T22:27:00.002+05:302011-01-20T22:57:36.712+05:30Life a game or vice versa?? continued...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">well imperial age was where i last left the post<br />
<b>Post Imperial age</b><br />
At the age of 16 my gaming decreased by drastic proportions due to preparations for exams like AIEEE , IIT-JEE etc.. marking the silence before the storm<br />
After getting into college i got my laptop and with the nvidia power i first played <i>Counter Strike</i> which is the most played first person shooter game on the internet and local networks in hostels.I played it in my first year of college and my favorite gun was M4a1 (Maverick from where the blog derives its name) so u can see how much i liked it .<br />
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<i>Call of Duty :Modern Warfare I</i><br />
a game with superb single player story and brilliant multi player scenarios, a game which has become a part of my life ,a game which i play online with my closest pals and wish to play it for a long long time<br />
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After Call of Duty 4 single player came <i>Crysis</i> a mammoth game with likewise graphic requirements , still managed to complete the game , although in my opinion it has a slow start but as we move forward in the game it starts meeting up your expectations and has a beautiful ending.<br />
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After this came <i>Call of Duty :World at War</i> based on World War II . The game has a great story line and i enjoyed the game a lot<br />
In between came<i> Need For Speed : Undercover </i>which i dint like that much and it was more of a disappointment but as they say dawn after night<br />
<i>Assassins Creed</i> was launched by Ubisoft and with its unique story and game play it became a instant hit and i must say is one of the top members of my favorite games list.<br />
The weapons, the ancient Rome and solid story line and a superb game play are some of the game highlights.<br />
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<i>Call of Duty :Modern Warfare 2 </i>sequel to<i> Modern Warfare I</i> is also a nice game but has a very small campaign and it just came and passed by.<br />
<i>Assassins Creed II </i>a sequel to <i>Creed I</i> came in 2010 and it proved to be even better than its predecessor and kept me busy for a few days in summer 2010<br />
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<i>Splinter Cell : Conviction </i>based on the life of secret agent Sam Fisher a fictional character has a unique game play and one of the finest game play , great use of stealth and perfect executions<i> </i>,in all a superb game.<br />
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and the last but not the least is <i>Need for Speed : Hot Pursuit 2</i> an amazing game, great details and mind blowing sound effects and races, became my favorite time pass during the semester exams.<br />
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Few games i am looking forward to lay my hands on in the year 2011 are <i>Crysis II</i> and <i>Ghost Recon</i><br />
This was my gaming life summed up in a few words and while writing this post many memories came up.<br />
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i have divided this post into different time zones as per the level of games(graphic quality wise<b>)</b><br />
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<b>Dark Age</b> <br />
It was 97-98 when i guess i played my first computer game <i>dave</i> and following it were <i>zool,Prince</i> and <i>Wolf 3d</i><br />
on my cousins computer.<br />
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<b>Feudal Age</b> <br />
Around 1999 when my uncle bought a computer(the first computer in the house) and i got a chance to lay hands on that beautiful machine, there was this excitement and even 9 years later when i got my laptop there was the same excitement.On that machine i played<i> Road Rash,Duke Nukem 3d</i>.<br />
<i>Road Rash</i> has a unique style to it, even the graphics now may seem to be crappy but i played that game extensively and it was addictive.<br />
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<b>Castle Age</b><br />
<b> </b><i>Hidden and Dangerous </i>was a revolutionary game that altogether changed my gaming style, i started spending hours on gaming and that too without any breaks in between , started skipping my meals so as to complete the missions.This game is based on World War II and is a third person shooter game , it is the most extensive and difficult game i have ever played and definitely stands somewhere in the top of my favorite game list.<br />
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How can i forget <i>Hitman</i> again a third person shooter game which had an amazing story line, tactical missions and pretty decent graphics.I remember how i used to play this game with my brother , we used to make strategy to assassinate our targets. This was one hell of a game<br />
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<i>Command and Conquer Tiberian Sun</i> and <i>Command and Conquer <b> </b>Red Alert 2 </i>both of them strategy games which i played at my cousins place . Me and my brother used to spend 4 to 5 hours every sunday on these games. Apart from these two <i>Age of Empires, Age of Mythology</i> were also there which also consumed lot of my time :D.<br />
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Around 2002 <i>Sony Play Station</i> was becoming quiet common and being a gamer it did grab my attention and the result was me spending my pocket money on the gaming shop sort of thing popularly known as "MAMA ki Dukaan"<br />
Among the games i played were <i>Smack Down, Crash Bandicoot</i> etc.<br />
It was around 2005 when i got my desktop and gaming still continued.<br />
<i>Max Payne 2</i> with its revolutionary style( the time thingy) did fascinate me and kept me engrossed in gaming.<br />
<i>Need For Speed underground, hot pursuit 1 and NFS II</i> were the racing games that i came across and these game i must say were really nice.<br />
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i feel this post has become to lengthy and i am too tired<br />
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<b>To be continued....</b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350193962340612858noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455391752704139562.post-66778611538441777452011-01-14T23:59:00.000+05:302011-01-15T00:02:38.075+05:30The post that expired long backWell i heard somewhere "initiating is the most difficult part" finally here i am blogging.<br />
The act have multiple reasons but we can leave it for some other day<br />
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<b>maverick.NET</b><br />
seems like a geeky name well can be attributed to a part of my personality, i managed to assemble a image<br />
as u can see above.<br />
This image explains the name<br />
<i>Maverick m4a1</i> used to be my favorite weapon when i played Counter Strike(most played LAN game)<br />
if u notice the image carefully there is a maroon logo sort of thing... its Maverick Meerkat (Linux Ubuntu version 10.10) , successor of the OS i installed recently (for learning point of view)<br />
the white plane and maverick written in bold is from the movie Top Gun , which was amongst the first movie i saw on a PC<br />
and the right top corner is an ad of Ford indicating my interest in cars<br />
and the most important of all taking the dictionary meaning of the word "maverick" which defines me <br />
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well i guess this is enough for the first post.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14350193962340612858noreply@blogger.com1