<?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-7967136219345267546</id><updated>2012-02-17T05:43:57.074+05:30</updated><category term='education'/><category term='Samachar Market'/><category term='Neglect'/><category term='sad'/><category term='wrong'/><category term='poem'/><category term='news'/><category term='booze'/><category term='Abhinav'/><category term='death'/><category term='wait'/><category term='song'/><category term='drunk'/><category term='bollywood'/><category term='high'/><category term='world'/><category term='social'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='mates'/><category term='bullshit'/><category term='kill'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='life'/><category term='movie'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='phoonk'/><category term='society'/><category term='suicide'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='MV ph-1'/><category term='right'/><category term='review'/><category term='programmed world'/><category term='love'/><category term='answer'/><category term='Surprise'/><category term='public shame'/><category term='kids'/><category term='erase'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Ambiguous logic from a Shrieking mind</title><subtitle type='html'>A single death is a tragedy, a million deaths is a statistics...belief my millions consciously or otherwise, humanity is vanished from hearts who claim to have solution but shiver when they are challenged to implement those tough decisions, don't take a step back!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>abhinav"debris of euphoria"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740162687167407025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SXoHOsUWgmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8Wk6G3fIfxg/S220/IMG00001+(2).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967136219345267546.post-1189115433552895373</id><published>2009-04-10T14:05:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-10T14:44:19.100+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abhinav'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>STUPiD QuesTIoNAIRe....abut me:D</title><content type='html'>Some quiz which I thought wud be really interesting to answer...from mish's blog....but it's stupid....read it anyways if yu want....lolz:P&lt;br /&gt;n yeah watever mish said in her blog about this....copy paste that from my side...lma0:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage = Thumbs Up&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call = Rama Aunty(House maid...lolz)&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message= Neeti&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened = I'm Yours&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried = 3rd/4th April(Almost counts?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Dated someone twice = Nah...&lt;br /&gt;7. Been cheated on = Nah...&lt;br /&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp; regretted it = Nah...&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special = yeah...&lt;br /&gt;10. Been Depressed = still &lt;br /&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up = nah...but next morng I did...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Black&lt;br /&gt;13. Red&lt;br /&gt;14. Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: (2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Made new friends = Yes..kind of..&lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love = yes&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried = yes&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you = ya..&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were = always uncertain about that. &lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you = many times&lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list = Nah.&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life= 95% i think.&lt;br /&gt;23. How many kids do you want to have = 2&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets = nope...want them though.&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name = wanted to long time back but now its just fine.&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday = had exam and shitty assignments in the morning...then spent 7k at a lounge giving Bday treat to frends...&lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today = i was awake all night...yea!!&lt;br /&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night = arguing with frends wich movie to watch.&lt;br /&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for= content feeling about my life.&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you saw your Mother = yesterday morning.&lt;br /&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life? = I wish i cud relive and change everything(almost.&lt;br /&gt;32. What are you listening to right now = nothing&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom = I dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now = nothing. im tired , bored...so im too lazy for anything right now.&lt;br /&gt;35. Most visited web page = facebook&lt;br /&gt;36. Whats your real name = Abhinav Kumar Anguria&lt;br /&gt;37. Nicknames = abhi, naavi, tiger(wen i was a kid), abby, abbs, ab, tanu(my bua calls me that..:P) n Lil' Kill( bboy name)&lt;br /&gt;38. Relationship Status = single.&lt;br /&gt;39. Zodiac sign = Libra&lt;br /&gt;40. Male or female or transgendered= male &lt;br /&gt;41. Primary school = SFS&lt;br /&gt;42. High School = SFS&lt;br /&gt;43. College = WIU&lt;br /&gt;44. Hair color = black&lt;br /&gt;45. Long or short = short&lt;br /&gt;46: Height = 5'2"&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone? = Nah.none.&lt;br /&gt;48: What do you like about yourself? = in certain aspects. &lt;br /&gt;49. Piercings = love to have them, but currently none.&lt;br /&gt;50. Tattoos = nopee..want one(actually some not just one)&lt;br /&gt;51. Righty or lefty = righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. First surgery = not that i noe of&lt;br /&gt;53. First piercing = none&lt;br /&gt;54. First best friend = Kunal bose i guess. &lt;br /&gt;55. First vacation =  Varanasi or maybe Shimla&lt;br /&gt;56. First crush = Kanika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Eating = nothing&lt;br /&gt;60. Drinking = nothing&lt;br /&gt;61. I'm about to call = none &lt;br /&gt;62. Listening to = nothing&lt;br /&gt;63. Waiting 4 = some crazy idea to strike to spent the evening and night in a weird fun way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Want kids? = yes&lt;br /&gt;65. Get married? = not sure.&lt;br /&gt;66. Careers in mind? = just one. Marketing Management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Lips or eyes = lips&lt;br /&gt;68. Hugs or kisses = hugs&lt;br /&gt;69. Shorter or taller = tall&lt;br /&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous = romantic &lt;br /&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms = wat do u mean by that...0_o&lt;br /&gt;73. Sensitive or loud = sensitive more...a little loud can work also.&lt;br /&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship = relationship&lt;br /&gt;75. Trouble maker or hesitant = a bit of both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Kissed a stranger= hhmmm...nah&lt;br /&gt;77. Drank hard liquor = yes.&lt;br /&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts = no &lt;br /&gt;79. Sex on first date = no(lol)&lt;br /&gt;80. Broken someones heart = yes &lt;br /&gt;81. Had your own heart broken = cant count...so many &lt;br /&gt;82. Been arrested = nah..&lt;br /&gt;83. Turned someone down = yes&lt;br /&gt;84. Cried when someone died = yes&lt;br /&gt;85. Liked a friend that is a girl? = yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Yourself = i dont think so..&lt;br /&gt;87. Miracles = no.&lt;br /&gt;88. Love at first sight = maybe....not fully&lt;br /&gt;89. Heaven = no&lt;br /&gt;90. Santa Clause = no(haha or hohoho...lol:P)&lt;br /&gt;91. Kiss on the first date = aahhmmm...&lt;br /&gt;92. Angels = no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Is there one person you want to be with right now? = yea.. &lt;br /&gt;94. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? = nah.&lt;br /&gt;95. Did you sing today? = yes....thoh im really bad at it.:P&lt;br /&gt;97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go?= before my 5th class&lt;br /&gt;98. If you could pick a day from any years passed by and relive it, what would it be= maybe....i dont noe...particularly...srsly right now i cant think of one happy moment that i cud relive.&lt;br /&gt;99. Are you afraid of falling in love? = no, im not...but never do(now)...or think will be able to in near future&lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 truths? = Yeah...stupid quiz maker...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967136219345267546-1189115433552895373?l=abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/feeds/1189115433552895373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967136219345267546&amp;postID=1189115433552895373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/1189115433552895373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/1189115433552895373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/2009/04/stupid-questionaireabut-med.html' title='STUPiD QuesTIoNAIRe....abut me:D'/><author><name>abhinav"debris of euphoria"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740162687167407025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SXoHOsUWgmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8Wk6G3fIfxg/S220/IMG00001+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967136219345267546.post-2178043835926755533</id><published>2009-01-22T20:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:29:19.030+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abhinav'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neglect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wait'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suicide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='programmed world'/><title type='text'>Life by force...</title><content type='html'>Most of the things in life I have received is by force. Weather it's material or it is emotions. I know it is said you have to deserve something to get it. But, when you don't know what else you can do to deserve it. When everything you do is just not enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many luxuries, which I think many have but still countless don't have. It is not what I regret but it is what I am not able to enjoy to the level I should. Everything I do is not enough, why is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one thing I have ever received by my parents that I have never struggled, fought or literally begged to get it. I don't want more than appreciation or support for little things. It's just that I want them to give me with smile, no regret on their face plus a fact that they should just allow me for one single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can't remember one single thing in life that I received instant-no-argument permission for it. It's not that I don't do it then, I do it anyways. I know it's rebellious and funny but still I am tired of this struggle and fight with my own parents. The point in life where I think if I am fed with hatred, neglect and disgrace(maybe you think I am over emphasizing but if you think just don't know about my life)I just want to receive what I am asking for in very small quantity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I tried to convey this but it's impossible to get through the wall they have kept in between. Every attempt is a failure because the whole discussion is always in one way or the other targeted on me. The blame is always on me, I know I am wrong but I want them to be correct which regretfully they are not. Maybe the traditional parenting and the new generation gap hinders the bridging of thoughts but at least the verbal explanation of my thoughts whenever conveyed never results into any thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life is by force, what happens when the force gets faded away.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the society is getting on my mind and is getting successful in what they are best in doing- suppressing- but I still need some support to rise again....&lt;br /&gt;which is long gone....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967136219345267546-2178043835926755533?l=abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/feeds/2178043835926755533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967136219345267546&amp;postID=2178043835926755533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/2178043835926755533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/2178043835926755533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-by-force.html' title='Life by force...'/><author><name>abhinav"debris of euphoria"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740162687167407025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SXoHOsUWgmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8Wk6G3fIfxg/S220/IMG00001+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967136219345267546.post-4272146474847974030</id><published>2008-12-28T07:29:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-28T08:00:01.645+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public shame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='right'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neglect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullshit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='programmed world'/><title type='text'>Disclaimer...ya, right!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SVbj15vXYkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/fQJCwqGSV_U/s1600-h/privacyDisclaimerRight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SVbj15vXYkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/fQJCwqGSV_U/s200/privacyDisclaimerRight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284661727937913410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, this post is not just my personal view or something but just a thought that just came in my mind, it's more like a question. It is why do people write disclaimer?&lt;br /&gt;It is according or what I assume from the word and the "disclaimers" that I managed to pay attention to is that it is just a statement or a clause of literally getting the shit you will get into if you write off you back. Ya, people writing disclaimers already know there is a wide prospect that the product or material shown, read, heard, etc. is/are going to effect the audience targeted or audience in relation to the audience targeted. So, basically it's just a legal security to not get sued for the shit that is going to happen, because they already know it is going to happen. &lt;br /&gt;This is like being sadist with sarcastic humor. People presenting it want to get the audience affected by it, seriously they do. The sad part about it is that people don't pay attention to this intention and fall for the trap.&lt;br /&gt;I know many a times the people affected have wrongly understood the cause portrayed or misjudged the condition related, but the outcome is still disastrous and crucifying. So, not only the disclaimer should be made clear(mostly they appear in in space or time we could not easily see, hear, etc..) but also the intention or cause portrayed  should be made extremely clear and certain. It is right to present but also a duty to warn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: I don't want to write a disclaimer myself but yeah, this is just a thought at 7.50am(I have not slept all night), so, it maybe right or maybe wrong. &lt;br /&gt;*&lt;&lt;It is a thought not a view.&gt;&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967136219345267546-4272146474847974030?l=abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/feeds/4272146474847974030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967136219345267546&amp;postID=4272146474847974030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/4272146474847974030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/4272146474847974030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/2008/12/disclaimerya-right.html' title='Disclaimer...ya, right!'/><author><name>abhinav"debris of euphoria"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740162687167407025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SXoHOsUWgmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8Wk6G3fIfxg/S220/IMG00001+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SVbj15vXYkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/fQJCwqGSV_U/s72-c/privacyDisclaimerRight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967136219345267546.post-6281977480389727056</id><published>2008-12-28T01:24:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-28T02:07:12.698+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neglect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suicide'/><title type='text'>Suicidal Thoughts...=(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SVaQCdUUVeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/CorJBHgkupo/s1600-h/virgin-suicides-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SVaQCdUUVeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/CorJBHgkupo/s320/virgin-suicides-06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284569584669840866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost 2 am in the night or morning, whatever..I am sitting with my blankets on me, with lights put off, with nothing but loneliness. I don't know the reason for my lunacy or depression, you may believe. The thoughts of suicide(death) just crossed my freaking mind. Those were just plain simple thoughts of erasing myself from this world. I don't know how, I don't know why or maybe I do.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think the whole reason maybe just inside me. The me that is suffering from extreme boredom. The reason is the nonsupport,the hate, the fate, the negligence, there are many reasons than I actually thought there are.&lt;br /&gt;Sick of the immense hatred showered on me, I think this status of my mind is the synopsis of my life's event. I don't like the whole idea of pain countered while dying, maybe that is sole reason that is keeping me awake.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to cry around and babble about my life's shit or how excruciating in being me. So, the thoughts keep coming about the departure. If I can, I will, I hope....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: The thoughts are a result of somethings happened in past and things happening in the present, someone, and substantially because things that I wish to happen but...&lt;br /&gt;So, don't help me with the thoughts, help me with the things...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967136219345267546-6281977480389727056?l=abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/feeds/6281977480389727056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967136219345267546&amp;postID=6281977480389727056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/6281977480389727056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/6281977480389727056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/2008/12/suicidal-thoughts.html' title='Suicidal Thoughts...=('/><author><name>abhinav"debris of euphoria"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740162687167407025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SXoHOsUWgmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8Wk6G3fIfxg/S220/IMG00001+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SVaQCdUUVeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/CorJBHgkupo/s72-c/virgin-suicides-06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967136219345267546.post-5183351619543113291</id><published>2008-12-26T17:38:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-26T18:08:48.760+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wait'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>waiting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SVTQS65CxFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xFb-JZDl7ak/s1600-h/Julia_Margaret_Cameron-I_wait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SVTQS65CxFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xFb-JZDl7ak/s320/Julia_Margaret_Cameron-I_wait.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284077286277170258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting...I hate this tiring, boring, sad wait..&lt;br /&gt;Even if it is for someone important, still wait is something annoys me the most. Patience is the virtue I know but if make someone wait for something to happen which he longs for is just insane. I think world should work on click-n-here-it-is policy. Though it discards the whole possibility of undying excitement of possession of the wanted, because today world wants much more than deserve so this problem arises. If you ask for what you are  worth of then I think this world would be a happier place. But, that's not exactly what my problem is...&lt;br /&gt;It is the patience which I lack, the wait is what I hate. These days I'm waiting for the December to run through and January to come shining in!&lt;br /&gt;Expedition with my friends is what I'm waiting for...&lt;br /&gt;The uncertainty keeps me on my toes these days, I like randomness so much.&lt;br /&gt;Mind is one thing which is not occupied these days, which surely should be. Man,  have to wait for a whole season to get over, this is insane. I have no plans for new years yet except that I will not supposedly-celebrate in our society. So, no event regarding anything is happening these days. So, what I do when I wake up till I sleep is "WAIT" for some freaking thing to happen...=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967136219345267546-5183351619543113291?l=abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/feeds/5183351619543113291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967136219345267546&amp;postID=5183351619543113291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/5183351619543113291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/5183351619543113291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/2008/12/waiting.html' title='waiting....'/><author><name>abhinav"debris of euphoria"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740162687167407025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SXoHOsUWgmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8Wk6G3fIfxg/S220/IMG00001+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SVTQS65CxFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xFb-JZDl7ak/s72-c/Julia_Margaret_Cameron-I_wait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967136219345267546.post-6313509401132551575</id><published>2008-12-26T16:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-26T16:57:54.355+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>.::~sadness is the motto~::.</title><content type='html'>early morning class commences,&lt;br /&gt;children comes to practice,&lt;br /&gt;obeying the rule stuck in fences,&lt;br /&gt;assignments undone grades drop in a trice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school kids escapes,&lt;br /&gt;to a dark world that awaits,&lt;br /&gt;sex, drugs, insanity, rapes,&lt;br /&gt;still education fuels these apes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowledge is the necessity they say,&lt;br /&gt;when the money is what they pray,&lt;br /&gt;help is done for reward pay,&lt;br /&gt;sadness has become the motto today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967136219345267546-6313509401132551575?l=abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/feeds/6313509401132551575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967136219345267546&amp;postID=6313509401132551575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/6313509401132551575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/6313509401132551575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/2008/12/sadness-is-motto.html' title='.::~sadness is the motto~::.'/><author><name>abhinav"debris of euphoria"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740162687167407025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SXoHOsUWgmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8Wk6G3fIfxg/S220/IMG00001+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967136219345267546.post-1787540715695348607</id><published>2008-12-09T23:20:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:49:04.329+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surprise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>a suprise and a wine opener</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/ST7G8jw_7dI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cv_WFw6Ve-A/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/ST7G8jw_7dI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cv_WFw6Ve-A/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277874557020007890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl was sad on the eve of her 18th birthday because of the surprise birthday party she planned for herself was not happening, poor her. She wanted her birthday to postpone just a few days, the birthday that is supposed to be special is not going to be one she thought, she wanted to just skip it, erase it...but nothing could happen like that, it has to come and it will. So, the supposed-to-be-special birthday was closing by, it was just 4.30 hours away. These two guys went to Noida after 9pm to buy the birthday cake for the small surprise. They ordered the chocolate truffle egg cake( I know I didn't have to get into that much detail but anyways). After the purchase of the delicious cake as one suggested they went to florist at 10pm, in front of the cake shop. They tried their best to get the two "Bengali" guys at this florist shop to make a wonderful bouquet, but these bengalis( I don't want to be rude but I don't think I have seen any bengali having good dressing sense or choice...lolz) wont understand the thing they were telling them. Finally after so much struggle they made an OK luking bouquet. So, they went back home and waited for the clock to strike twelve. Then with the help of the girl's best friend they called the girl downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;From 1900 to 2030 hrs:&lt;br /&gt;At one of the guy's home where the struggle to open a red wine bottle worth 1500/- from a wine shop in Noida was going on. Initially they were supposed to buy a 250 bucks worth wine, but the guy who went into the shop came out with a 1500/- worth wine. After so much of scolding in the car he called his servant downstairs to take the bottle upstairs to its Ganges, i mean where it is made more nicer...refrigerator...lolz . SO they carried on walking around in the society after the "shopping" of there's with friends where many heard them talking about the plan of drinking the red drink, though one of them tried to hush everybody but that never happened. After one guy pleaded to his parents to allow him to have a night stay at the other dudes house, as his dad was away(ouuta town..*evil grin*). Finally, after the pleasing and begging, he came downstairs to freedom for a night.&lt;br /&gt;From 2245 to 2345:&lt;br /&gt;Both strive to open a "wine bottle" without wine opener. So, the tools used in the toil were:&lt;br /&gt;1. Knife&lt;br /&gt;2. Small fork&lt;br /&gt;3. Swiss Knife&lt;br /&gt;4. Silver Box&lt;br /&gt;5. Bottle opener&lt;br /&gt;6. Car Keys&lt;br /&gt;Except the main instrument required they had everything, but that didn't helped. The idea of asking someone else for the opener never struck their mind but they helplessly just gazed into the bottle for the liquid it had, which they wanted. Then, one guy asked the girl's best friend if she had the tool that will let them have the thing they wanted so bad. Thankfully she did. They had hope or rather assurance that they are going to drink the red liquid of joy..(lolz). They happily flipped to the collection of car designs that one of the guy made and discussed what they always did, the designing of cars. Then they rushed to the society were unplanned surprise was sort-of planned. &lt;br /&gt;From 2350 to 0030:&lt;br /&gt;The girl got her surprise and all decorated her with cake these guys brought. She was so lost and worried because she was getting calls which thanks-to-her-phone she couldn't pick it up. While she was taking calls they all kept on applying the cake on her face as if that was a makeup. She was happy and overjoyed, I think, but was still zapped so couldn't express the joy like she always does. They clicked some weird nice cute photographs and left with wine opener in one hand and a small smile on everyone's face;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEDICATED TO "THE GIRL"(IN THE STORY)-WISH HER THE BEST IN LIFE;")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967136219345267546-1787540715695348607?l=abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/feeds/1787540715695348607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967136219345267546&amp;postID=1787540715695348607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/1787540715695348607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/1787540715695348607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/2008/12/suprise-and-wine-opener.html' title='a suprise and a wine opener'/><author><name>abhinav"debris of euphoria"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740162687167407025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SXoHOsUWgmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8Wk6G3fIfxg/S220/IMG00001+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/ST7G8jw_7dI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cv_WFw6Ve-A/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967136219345267546.post-2718715693050515444</id><published>2008-11-22T01:09:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-22T01:50:08.930+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>what i have done???</title><content type='html'>Well if your thinking this is about "Linkin Park" then your wrong but ya, the line is the name of an awesome song which is one of the inspiration for this post....but the main inspiration is my own life...the fucking sucking life of mine...I have many reasons to hate it still many reasons to live it....You can see how the contrast is there in life everything with two sides...two flips of a coin....why??...because that's the nature of being...GOD'S RULE!!&lt;br /&gt;Well this is not about GOD or something like that but about the life I am living and the life we are living....still living!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my life...its just another television trained capitalist life...well it was...I have stopped watching television and stopped pretending the person I am not and I dont want to be...because thats what society wants not me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live my life through the minds of others...I wake up to realize that I am again late for my classes or stuff...go to the bathroom...clean up....dress up and rush to my car...not my car my family car because I hardly own it or have the privileged of holding the choice or permission to take it with me anywhere I want....then I attend my class, completing my assignments in class or few minutes before it...I walk out the room greet the fellas of the college though none of them truly wish to do that but just because we are in the college we do it....it is a friggin shit tradition...which unfortunately I am getting used to....dont want to though...then I go to the canteen and order the overcharged food we get...its not the fault of the canteen guy but its the society he has to live overcharges him so he compensate that with us....then after saying the I-dont-wish-to-say good bye...to all...I drive back home in "MY" car...which has a maximum speed of 200kmhr though it only reaches 180kmhr...i dont think that also because of poor condition of "my" car...whos fault?...mine ofcourse as the family blames...well this car I have to drive at the average speed of 20 kmhr...why???...because of the government, whom we pay(mainly my DAD...n rest of the share by me spending too much on buying stuff....sales tax shitt)...so we pay to make our lives better....of which we get the opposite...all these tax collection goes in the pockets of government and contractors of the various bogus or shitty or useless or trouble creating projects financed by the government of ours....I get alot of traffic because some arrogant uneducated bastards that dont know how to drive and because of the idiotic government of ours...&lt;br /&gt;I still manage to pull it off because I take the DND express "toll" way...I have to pay Rs. 20 every time I travel....why???....isnt that supposed to be a governments thing to pay...it is governments thing....well still I travel through that coz I dont have patience to travel 15kms at the speed of 20kmhr and reach home after a monotonous day of my life...I get back home and as it is my time to be with society friends I go downstairs...I hang around and talk to my friends...there...I meet various society people that pretend to be friends and only call when your needed else its hi-n-bye types....so still I face them and sometimes we visit our local hangout place....samachar market...and have something to eat...I spend money there as I dont believe in eating out others pocket much.....so we eat...n then after a while go back home and me getting greeted by my mom in a change-fast-n-have-dinner style everytime which I totally hate...I eat and then go back to my room and either watch a movie or chat if somebody is available coz almost everyone hates contacting me....I know that...then after the miserable useless day I go to sleep to wake up to the same life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why???I dont want this.....Is this the best I can be everyday???...I can be better than this...what I have done to myself???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967136219345267546-2718715693050515444?l=abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/feeds/2718715693050515444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967136219345267546&amp;postID=2718715693050515444' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/2718715693050515444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/2718715693050515444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-i-have-done.html' title='what i have done???'/><author><name>abhinav"debris of euphoria"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740162687167407025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SXoHOsUWgmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8Wk6G3fIfxg/S220/IMG00001+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967136219345267546.post-6423767058176922424</id><published>2008-10-02T00:21:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-02T00:45:49.297+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public shame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>public shame..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SOPMWO5bTvI/AAAAAAAAADI/J8xNANhfGZE/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SOPMWO5bTvI/AAAAAAAAADI/J8xNANhfGZE/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252266272772280050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fire in the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;light in the sink,&lt;br /&gt;desire is for harmness,&lt;br /&gt;as u might give a wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September as falls apart,&lt;br /&gt;winter gives a chill,&lt;br /&gt;as we buy drugs from wall mart,&lt;br /&gt;kids now go for a kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother teachs us how to live,&lt;br /&gt;tv and movies to die,&lt;br /&gt;education steals ur will,&lt;br /&gt;as to eat u lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random song like poem of mine....i noe its lame but my 1st effort of poetry...lolz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967136219345267546-6423767058176922424?l=abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/feeds/6423767058176922424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967136219345267546&amp;postID=6423767058176922424' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/6423767058176922424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/6423767058176922424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/2008/10/public-shame.html' title='public shame..'/><author><name>abhinav"debris of euphoria"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740162687167407025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SXoHOsUWgmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8Wk6G3fIfxg/S220/IMG00001+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SOPMWO5bTvI/AAAAAAAAADI/J8xNANhfGZE/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967136219345267546.post-691924814987617256</id><published>2008-10-01T01:10:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-01T01:55:16.201+05:30</updated><title type='text'>freshened up in the fresherz.....</title><content type='html'>well I had a freshers party yesterday, and though it was not up to my expectations but still I tink if I have not attended this party I would have regret my decision. &lt;br /&gt;because duh..it was my freshers party...and I dont think I would have had a second chance to that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had this party in F Bar in Ashoka Hotel...I mean its not a disc but a lounge and I think we all agree that party is supposed to be in a DISC not lounge....&lt;br /&gt;coz we have shake those feats n asses and have a time of our life grooving with our buddies..but this was different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all I think I was the only person who did shopping for the freshers party...I mean I like to look good n stuff.....others didnt cared much about the attire but few did and succeeded in making a mark....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afta' getting in a la' mode..i went to my friends place to leave together for the party....and when I took a look at my watch..my face was like The Rock with a manoj kumar expression...of how the hell did my clock displayed 1900hrs...&lt;br /&gt;So, we started descending the stairs to reach our medium of transportation today...bunty's car....rapidly...&lt;br /&gt;we took a stop to the McD of Cars(petrol pump)...n filled the gas up....&lt;br /&gt;so we left our locality late and I called my friend(who was already at the party) just to hear that we were f*#king late...and the party has already started...but as we are subdued by our problem of getting late everywhere we go...we headed on to our journey....it was like vehicles from all round the delhi was just in our path so that we dont reach to our destination....but we managed to escape the traffic and finally reached the gate behind which the party was going on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to my shock it didnt even took me 5mins to realize that the party sucked big time...the lighting there was totally bright while it should be totally dim...and there was the finals of MR. &amp; MS. Fresher(in wich I didnt even went fr the auditions just coz Im lazy to wake n go for bullshit).....and WIU Got Voice(as if sumone dont hav a voice...lolz...*except sum*)&lt;br /&gt;all this thing plus the sad mood of other disappointed ppl made me n bunty visit the outside area of the Hotel much more than we visited the lounge....&lt;br /&gt;plus there were cool cars(wich I dream of having one day) parked outside so at least we can drool to these beauties coz there were hardly any inside the lounge to do so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butt then came the results..n the show was finally over...thank god...dinner was on now and the dance was beginning to attract a healthy crowd.....im a dance and food freak so couldnt help but satisfy my hunger...i filled my pit just enuff to fuel me to dance a lot.....&lt;br /&gt;so then I totally fell into the house mix beatz and  started to groove with the beats...&lt;br /&gt;there with all my freshers' buddies shaking our ass n feats with music and enjoying a hell lot...&lt;br /&gt;butt opposite to wat I was thinking abt bunty dat he had a bad mood I ws surprised to the story behind why he was standing at one place and ordering one drink(soft drink) afta' another...it was his plan....and it worked....while others failed we enjoyed...for me it was dancing coz its one thing I love more than anything....for my friend it was *****ing.....(nothing sexual if ur mind is wandering at that place to guess wat Im saying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both satisfied ourselves and enjoyed our night at the freshers...&lt;br /&gt;I wud say neva' under estimate any situation or thing.....or feel totally sad abt something coz as I advised bunty dat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Always seek the bright side of everything and you will have it(watchu neva' expected..sumthing to make u smile)...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967136219345267546-691924814987617256?l=abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/feeds/691924814987617256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967136219345267546&amp;postID=691924814987617256' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/691924814987617256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/691924814987617256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/2008/10/freshened-up-in-fresherz.html' title='freshened up in the fresherz.....'/><author><name>abhinav"debris of euphoria"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740162687167407025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SXoHOsUWgmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8Wk6G3fIfxg/S220/IMG00001+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967136219345267546.post-3168824941318619572</id><published>2008-09-19T17:49:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:37:09.418+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mates'/><title type='text'>ma' mates--for mates--with mates--for life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SNPcNFsnINI/AAAAAAAAADA/KofQJjjC4ag/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SNPcNFsnINI/AAAAAAAAADA/KofQJjjC4ag/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247780108242460882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the two things you cant do without??&lt;br /&gt;I thinks its friends and parents....at least for me its true.&lt;br /&gt;When the "friend" word comes I just think about someone who supports, helps, teaches, fights, argues, make fun off, get laughed about, do stupid weird stuff, pays for you when your pocket money gets finished, watch a really good movie just to make fun of every thing in it, get high with, talk your problems to, blame if you do something wrong, discuss about girls, take love advices from,get totally drunk and discuss shit, beg to get introduced to a hot girl......I can go on and on..and on...It will never end because its just to crazy stuff to have a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me they are Aditya, Mohit, Aabhas, Millind, Himanshu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aditya:&lt;br /&gt;The dude who is the simplest guy ever...or he thinks so...&lt;br /&gt;He is just too focused guy to be a friend of me as I am a totally opposite on that. He knows what he want to do and what he will do in the future. He is the guy to hear ghost stories from, to get advices on stuffs, to get help in everything and to get encouragement from. He is soooo shy from girls...I mean his policy is that the girl should approach him and do every god damn initiative....I mean in his relationship the girl should be a girl....lolz&lt;br /&gt;we have some things in common like laziness...ya that we have in common...we too are laziest of our group(millind comes 2nd to us....)&lt;br /&gt;he is not rise-n-shine guy...I mean if there is no class then don't expect him to reduce his sleeping hours....he is very particular about that..."no compromise with sleep"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohit:&lt;br /&gt;ohhh hoo.....here comes the flirty guy  of our group..i mean he has a better luck on the girl part than us all...he is really talkative, chirpy, always on the phone, really hardworking, once upon time orkut baba(dats what we called him because few time back he was online all hours except the sleeping, eating and talking on phone parts), always different thinking about everything(95% wrong)......he is so into his girlfriends and friends....and really helpful(that I will surely commend about)...well other than all this two thing different about him is that he is a slim giraffe and his broken tooth which is always visible whenever he smiles....lolz(sorry mohit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aabhas:&lt;br /&gt;well if you see him with us you will surely think that he is the sole survivor of a drought in africa....but just take the name of 'Chicken' and he will show something you never expected from him...he will just eat the whole god damn bucket of legs(KFC his and my fav)...he is the one you will always see shaking and moving like a a leaf in wind...every time he is standing...lolz&lt;br /&gt;he is just the guy to be tamed....lolz i mean for parents not otherwise...he is so kid to hear and fear his parents...but dont judge him yet he might be the only one who has seen all the movies first day first show bunking college...ya he is pretty good at that.&lt;br /&gt;and I envy him at one point that he is a saver...he always save money...but for me money is one of the things that comes and goes never waits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millind:&lt;br /&gt;he is the richest dude of all...and when comes to spending he never turns and thinks twice..he is a gaming freak, racing freak(car), drifting dude(amongst us toh at least), spender, mobile phone freak(he changes phones like do sunday times off our table...literally)....and he does everything according mood that changes fast.&lt;br /&gt;he is a loser at keeping track of things that he should remember(material things)...I mean who loses a costly lighter just the very next sunrise....he is a guy to advice from, get drifting, racing, draging lesson from.....&lt;br /&gt;but in a nut shell he is a really gooood helping friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Himanshu:&lt;br /&gt;he is the quite guy of our gang...he is just a really simple guy with his most of his waking tick-tocks on phone chatting with his love(gf)....i mean he is really low on sleep.....he just sleeps for about 3-4 hours.....for me thats a starting phase of sleep for me...lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats what our gang is about wierd crazy simple messed-up cool stuff....and we are too different from each other yet swimming in the same river of awesomeness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats what is friendship to me...for life!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967136219345267546-3168824941318619572?l=abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/feeds/3168824941318619572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967136219345267546&amp;postID=3168824941318619572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/3168824941318619572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/3168824941318619572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/2008/09/ma-mates-for-mates-with-mates-for-life.html' title='ma&apos; mates--for mates--with mates--for life'/><author><name>abhinav"debris of euphoria"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740162687167407025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SXoHOsUWgmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8Wk6G3fIfxg/S220/IMG00001+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SNPcNFsnINI/AAAAAAAAADA/KofQJjjC4ag/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967136219345267546.post-3129817277078139639</id><published>2008-09-05T23:11:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:11:04.009+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='right'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='programmed world'/><title type='text'>cut the wrist and live a life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://atlasshrugs2000.typepad.com/atlas_shrugs/images/iranian_freedom_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://atlasshrugs2000.typepad.com/atlas_shrugs/images/iranian_freedom_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often you come up with questions and queries that is what your doing right or wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was that wrong what you did by lying to your parents?&lt;br /&gt;was it wrong to drink on your friends birthday without informing your parents?&lt;br /&gt;was it wrong when you bunked your class?&lt;br /&gt;was it wrong when you smoked when your parents were away?&lt;br /&gt;was it wrong to ask a counter-question to your relatives when they are scolding you?&lt;br /&gt;was it wrong when you got worst marks in the subject you never liked?&lt;br /&gt;was it wrong to dream about something when your parents want you to be someone else?&lt;br /&gt;was it wrong to speed a car when car is about speeding only?&lt;br /&gt;was it wrong to spend your whole pocket money just to impress a girl you have crush on whle your age is just 16?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was it wrong?&lt;br /&gt;was it?&lt;br /&gt;probably no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life,my friend, is programmed to run like a software to perform some distinct tasks to do what the "user" tells you to do. Life is programmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does this to you?&lt;br /&gt;Well, everyone, from your parents to your girl friend, from your school teacher to T.V., from newspapers to porn magazines...every god damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;Life is miserable to those who does not follow the system. Everybody bitch about them just because he has got a gift to rebel, to fight, to live the life he wants to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it happens?&lt;br /&gt;When you are born till the time you die, you will be programmed. As everyone believe that we are always learning something or the another. We are actually getting programmed by this not-so-perfect world of ours. From what to do to what not to do, from what your duties are to what your rights are, etc....I mean everything is being seeded to your mind. What beauty is, what moral is, what love is, what relations are, what banned, what is in.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saving the damned of this hell-on-earth world is the key. Key to unlock your caged life. Do whatever you want, think whatever you want but just a ask two questions every time:&lt;br /&gt;will it be good for other than yourself?&lt;br /&gt;will it be good for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you will have the answer.&lt;br /&gt;so cut your wrist off this bond of this imaginative world and free your life to live a life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967136219345267546-3129817277078139639?l=abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/feeds/3129817277078139639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967136219345267546&amp;postID=3129817277078139639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/3129817277078139639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/3129817277078139639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/2008/09/cut-wrist-and-live-life.html' title='cut the wrist and live a life....'/><author><name>abhinav"debris of euphoria"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740162687167407025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SXoHOsUWgmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8Wk6G3fIfxg/S220/IMG00001+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967136219345267546.post-537677518950127810</id><published>2008-09-04T17:23:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:28:21.893+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullshit'/><title type='text'>kill the newz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SNPaJX1ufXI/AAAAAAAAACw/tCbUAAHxKdg/s1600-h/newspaper_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SNPaJX1ufXI/AAAAAAAAACw/tCbUAAHxKdg/s200/newspaper_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247777845369798002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever seen India TV, Aaj Tak, IBN 7, etc...news channel...?&lt;br /&gt;what do you think they are doing..?&lt;br /&gt;they are not on the box to get you informed about any latest world affecting events...they are just on it to make airing bullshit. It is saddest of things that these profit minded news people never even care whats the truth, whats actually is the news, what actually is after effects of what they say...no, they don't care a bit. They just add "masala" to everything and waste others time.&lt;br /&gt;Thats what hurts.&lt;br /&gt;News is supposed to be news not displaying that what happened on this weeks comedy show, whats happening in a celeb's personal life, that the world is ending...ya it will because these kind of news seed only the worse of things in the minds of kids which are the future.&lt;br /&gt;What will a kid think when he/she will come to know about their idol's life shit and problems which are beyond there knowledge but it still affects them. Even when they something like violence on children, the hanging of saddam, rape, the latest prostitute gang arrest, the latest mms clips....even if its somewhat censored but still it is on the god damn screen which can be seen with a press of button when moms are away...thats what is the tragedy of this world.&lt;br /&gt;Many of us think like that but still when they see a TV News Channel Camera they fight, step on someone, crush and struggle to appear for a second on TV....why is that...you think thats gonna make you famous or stuff..huh..?&lt;br /&gt;No, people laugh at you when they see you struggling on screen....&lt;br /&gt;think about the world before profit because more than money respect in society and yourself counts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967136219345267546-537677518950127810?l=abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/feeds/537677518950127810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967136219345267546&amp;postID=537677518950127810' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/537677518950127810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/537677518950127810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/2008/09/kill-newz.html' title='kill the newz!'/><author><name>abhinav"debris of euphoria"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740162687167407025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SXoHOsUWgmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8Wk6G3fIfxg/S220/IMG00001+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SNPaJX1ufXI/AAAAAAAAACw/tCbUAAHxKdg/s72-c/newspaper_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967136219345267546.post-2132168941760732330</id><published>2008-09-04T17:01:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:17:55.604+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><title type='text'>getting high!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SNPXq_MKxII/AAAAAAAAACg/7zMEdacc_cs/s1600-h/DSC00099+-+Copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SNPXq_MKxII/AAAAAAAAACg/7zMEdacc_cs/s200/DSC00099+-+Copy+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247775124333708418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since childhood all of us have been told not to smoke, not to drink, not to do...blah....blah...but did anybody listen to that crape....no...none&lt;br /&gt;well i am not either in favor nor against this stuff. I think that its the sole choice of individuals. My choice is to do what I like to do, whenever I want to do, whatever I want to do....&lt;br /&gt;have you ever had a feeling that life is just all right and there is no stress? probably that would be when your high!&lt;br /&gt;well after a long time I had this feeling and to make it even more nice I was with my friends...one of them was giving us treat so dat was a bonus.....lolz&lt;br /&gt;we had a great time..i mean an awesome time...&lt;br /&gt;we went to an amazing movie then after that got high and I know this is strange but we had Aloo chat....hahaha....but dat was the best one i ever had....&lt;br /&gt;I don't say that u should do the same but ya if wanna have some great time it seriously helps if your already high...lolz&lt;br /&gt;I don't know but it actually makes you feel confident, idiotic, coolest at the same time. So, go  n have a great time guys...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967136219345267546-2132168941760732330?l=abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/feeds/2132168941760732330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967136219345267546&amp;postID=2132168941760732330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/2132168941760732330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/2132168941760732330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/2008/09/getting-high.html' title='getting high!'/><author><name>abhinav"debris of euphoria"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740162687167407025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SXoHOsUWgmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8Wk6G3fIfxg/S220/IMG00001+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SNPXq_MKxII/AAAAAAAAACg/7zMEdacc_cs/s72-c/DSC00099+-+Copy+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967136219345267546.post-166529821293143162</id><published>2008-08-28T00:54:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-28T01:43:31.702+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>incubus of a neurotic!</title><content type='html'>I had a dream one day not today but long time back, you know why I remember it, it is because it was one of best I remember. I rarely encounter the dreamy world inside me when I am actually asleep. I usually day dream but this was different it was a real good dream. It was was about me and how my life was then. No different from many of you but still memorable. I don't like dream for only one fact because they have no relation to reality. Ya, that's the reason.&lt;br /&gt;Dream was about what I still feel about amorousness and reverence to it. It was not an action-packed or a filmy kind of dream. It was factuality and it was about what I still seek in someone but never caught it in the eye where it should be. It was a dream! one bloody dream! that never got fulfilled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still never pray for it to happen, you want to know why?&lt;br /&gt;Because It can never be fulfilled because the dream was never mine it was borrowed I think. It was borrowed from a lover, a friend, a human, godliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightmare I never had because facts where enough for me to tolerate and drink in and stay alive.I struggled hard to free myself but never did achieve. Living life with unfulfilled phantasm is enough of a dream or may I say nightmare...for me. I know I freak out anytime. I know I don't know how to express. I know I don't know how to cry. I know I don't but why am I sad then, probably because I also don't know how to stay cheerful for long enough. I crave for a hand to hold on and rise to become normal. I crave for a waterfall to drink from rather make one. 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/&gt;But it just can’t seem to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s just no use&lt;br /&gt;In every part of me&lt;br /&gt;Is still a part of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve still got your face&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Scrawled upon my soul&lt;br /&gt;Etched upon my memory, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Still burning on my lips&lt;br /&gt;The touch of her fingertips&lt;br /&gt;This love so deep inside of me, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve still got your face&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in your eyes keeps haunting me&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying to escape you&lt;br /&gt;And I know there ain’t no way to&lt;br /&gt;To chase you from my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve still got your face&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Scrawled upon my soul&lt;br /&gt;Etched upon my memory baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Still burning on my lips&lt;br /&gt;The touch of my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;This love so deep inside of me, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve still got your face&lt;br /&gt;I’ve still got your face&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Painted on my heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967136219345267546-166529821293143162?l=abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/feeds/166529821293143162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967136219345267546&amp;postID=166529821293143162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/166529821293143162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/166529821293143162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/2008/08/incubus-of-neurotic.html' title='incubus of a neurotic!'/><author><name>abhinav"debris of euphoria"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740162687167407025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SXoHOsUWgmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8Wk6G3fIfxg/S220/IMG00001+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967136219345267546.post-8678797388801653669</id><published>2008-08-25T23:55:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-26T01:55:33.092+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samachar Market'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neglect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MV ph-1'/><title type='text'>people are so not concerned about their social neighborhood</title><content type='html'>people...wats dat??...i dunno da correct meaning.......go n search a dictionary....&lt;br /&gt;well i noe u must be thinkin' all of us noe wat dat means but let me refresh your memories a lil' bit....&lt;br /&gt;people is persons collectively who constitute a community, tribe, nation, or other group by virtue of a common culture, history, religion, or the like.....&lt;br /&gt;so we r people....so we r socially connected n depended(i noe u will say no to dat) pretty much coz we communicate to each other in every work we do...u cant imagine a world wer u r not allowed to talk to anyone....dat wud be a full shot shit!&lt;br /&gt;so we have to be in sync wid society or make it in sync with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enuff of the philosophy.....lets come to the point....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i live in mayur vihar, phase-1.....there is a famous market or a hangout place......you can call it.....Samachar Market!&lt;br /&gt;its like an ordinary market nothing special....except dat famous rolls n momos wala here......just love the momos(chicken for me ofcourse...)...just by the mention my mouth is watering......&lt;br /&gt;ehm ehm....lets revert back to what i was saying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's "people" hanging out there....buying stuffs....or not....&lt;br /&gt;and then there are beggars, cows, dogs n one more kind of dogs...the human kind....eve teasers...&lt;br /&gt;yaah they are dogs rather than humans.....they are humanoids basically....which looks like a human but is an animal or dog to be particular......from mind and thinking.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beggars, that was what we didn't see in the market an year ago in samachar market but we do now. Market was what where we could phone up our friends from different societies to come to so that we could hangout together. But no not now, today its like you go to a place you don't know about, see faces you rarely recall, fear comments that could easily and unconsciously slip off your tongues just to be heard by someone you didn't intended to tell and you get involved in a fight you never chose to fight, protecting female friends that are easily attacked by those howling humanoid dogs(eve teasers), watching over your shoulders so that they are not knocked off by a stray cow behind you, minding your path so that your not encountered by stray dogs lying around and finally if you get through this you will be spotted by child beggars asking for money or the Delicious rolls and momos, bought from a part of your pocket money, your having or going to have.&lt;br /&gt;This unfortunately is the scenario there. Yes, my friend you may want to escape it and want what you deserve,a peaceful place to have fun, but no you can't escape the facts and irritating child beggars....lolz.....&lt;br /&gt;So what are we doing to save us from this incongruous experience we get on our every visit...?&lt;br /&gt;NO!!! NOTHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;we are not even concerned about our own dilemmas??....why is that??.....why are we so negligent...???&lt;br /&gt;these questions are not just to be read about but also something we should think of....&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think we can do something about it and I sure at least someone will.&lt;br /&gt;Those irritating beggars are not the ones to be just irritated of but someone to be helped. These beggars are shooed away by almost all of us....yes me too....and I'm like all you wrong for such act. They are just children of about 10 years of age or less and still they are here, in the market the whole day to feed themselves on their own. They eat whatever edible thing you will give them-no questions asked. They eat from the garbage can what ever little that's left of what we have enjoyed eating and scraped away. They have no educational knowledge, no health knowledge so are unable to understand what they are doing and why are they wasting their childhood roaming in this market smoking "Biddis"(Indian Ciggies) and asking for money or food...what ever.....&lt;br /&gt;This is what you would imagine a child's life??....NO, I don't think so....&lt;br /&gt;Please take some initiative and help them out with anything possible and if you can't so that please at least act nice to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the stray dogs and cows.....well there is only one solution to that getting the dog and cow catching agencies to work.....which is hard.....plus for your info let me enlighten you with the profit in this. You will get some amount of money by the government(I hope). I have heard it's Rs.5000/cow....dunno about the dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last of all, those howling humanoid dogs, they are the hardest problem to solve because it will take time to sink something good in their small and thick brains. One solution could be getting the police informed and case filed. I know it's a straight away 10 on the meter scale but it will surely work. And the other solution would be getting the parents and the mob involved......hehehehehe......its coz of all the action-packed movies registered in my mind i get these harsh ideas.....but you can surely cook up your own solution to it and keep other people updated about the latest one...so that they also can save their ass........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i would like to end with a question for you to think about.....:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU MAKE AN EFFORT TO CHANGE WHAT YOU GET TO WHAT YOU DESERVE OUT OF THIS SOCIAL SCENE OF YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE WE SO LAZY THAT WE CAN'T SOLVE OUR OWN DILEMMAS???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967136219345267546-8678797388801653669?l=abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/feeds/8678797388801653669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967136219345267546&amp;postID=8678797388801653669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/8678797388801653669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/8678797388801653669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/2008/08/people-are-so-not-concerned-about-their.html' title='people are so not concerned about their social neighborhood'/><author><name>abhinav"debris of euphoria"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740162687167407025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SXoHOsUWgmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8Wk6G3fIfxg/S220/IMG00001+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967136219345267546.post-8063081769894237686</id><published>2008-08-23T15:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:27:37.310+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phoonk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>tha real review of the movie "Phoonk"....</title><content type='html'>hey...i dunno why I'm beginning my blog with this but anyways......lets do it....i will like to comment and present my review of this so-claimed-horror movie by rgv(ram gopal verma)....yaah the same guy who made such a good and acclaimed horror Hindi movie "Bhoot".....(i havn't seen it though but i hv heard of it....n i got a good feedback fr it)&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not fan of rgv anyways specially after this watch...no..no....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Phoonk, this the name of the movie I'm talking about.....you all must have heard about all the hype made of this film by the makers as they claim it to be the scariest shit ever made in the Hindi cinema. He even claimed that none can watch it alone......."hahaha"....ya dats my thinking.....i have now even verified it......he a lil' bit right though none can watch n bear this movie alone...its such a big drop dead attempt towards horror cinema...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;actually one of my friend even got the profit logic behind that contest....he tried to trade 25 lacs with an easy advertising n hype creation....n he even succeeded at that to....&lt;br /&gt;by claiming that he made such a hype n gave 25lacs in return he got the public inquisitive about the so-called horror film...and now people spend their money and watched this shit.....so rgv made crores of profit by just investing a few lacs on promotion.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now lets actually talk about this "Horror" movie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the film starts with a scene in which the electricity has  gone in a house....so a girl lights a candle......n the electricity comes back in just a sec.....now...its tha first funniest part.....guess wat how the tittle comes on screen.......the child actress Raksha(Ehsaas) comes in the frame n blow out that candle("phoonk marke bhujati hai")....n den after that phoonk of raksha comes the tittle of the movie......all the people wer literally laughing der ass off.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rgv sketches a good happy n rich family on the screen in the start......the story revolves around the main guy in the movie(altough others might say its around the girl but i think a lil' diff.)....everything happens with him, coz of him and thru him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is a builder who is just in the way of being on the top or so is portrayed...lolz&lt;br /&gt;he is a atheist n seriously opposes the beliefs of god......he has dis two business partner of his...a couple....no not young one but a aunty-uncle types.....who later turns out to be villian but no suprises there coz she luks retarded kinds herself.....behaves like a mad n who can forget that laugh of hers.....altough i think rgv thought dat is a lil' scary laugh....but dude...you every time she does that thing all the audience in the movie hall laughed......&lt;br /&gt;now this family is happy n okay nothing peculiarly diff about dat but this dudes mother.....i dont about the effort made by the other actors in the cast but she worked alot.....in the whole movie she is always shaking her head like anything...no stopping yaar....phewww...wat an effort.....&lt;br /&gt;now as the interval comes near there comes the change in the happy family thing ....this guys finds out that he is betrayed by the trusted partner couple.....n during a party he insults them n kicks outta his party n company both.....so that demented lady cries like hell in a car(as they hv insulted in front of all and their car is also taken n they hv to walk home)......&lt;br /&gt;that lady decides not to kill the builder guy but make him suffer.....now the black magic thing actually begins.....&lt;br /&gt;afta interval......she does black magic on the child....and there starts the fight between believing in god or not which lasts till the end....&lt;br /&gt;how can i forget the driver of the builder guy in the movie who is like a male nympho....olways luking at female workers and the house-maid with his lustful eyes.....who later turn out to be traitor.....&lt;br /&gt;one baba comes in the movie invited by the "daadi"(grandmother) n house-maid to perform rites n rituals on the girl.....n you dis is da only taantrik baba in the world who speaks in english....man dat was funny.....&lt;br /&gt;a "manja" baba, who comes in the end n solves all the black magic mess made....he acts like a blind dog coz he looks like a blind n keeps on sniffing around.....&lt;br /&gt;a crow in the film who is so entertained by the family that he always stays around....i think he is main thing in the movie.....coz he is in like most of the scenes....watching ova' that girl.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the attempts to create horror in this film are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;in one scene the builder guy has a nightmare...in which he walks out of the room n turns left n gets scared by seeing his own face&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;in the same scene he walks down the ladder n finds his wife crying over by wall, where the stairs end...he grabs her shoulder n keep calling out her name he saw her...then outta no where a hand comes on his back he turns around saw his mother ..then he turns around other side to find out that his wife is gone fr there....same thing happens with the mother...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then walks down n finds his maid approaching frm back....then again outta no where his wife lands behind his back n scares him with red color face of hers....(a poor attempt of joker ghost...lolz)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;one more time....the maid has a dream in which the grandmother is siting in the hall way n asks her that has she done that black magic n gets a lemon in her hand n then puts it up in air n like a boomer-man or fantastic four guy her hand stretches towards the maid....she cries out loud to realise that it was just a dream...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;one time during the first baba scene.....rgv tries one more try to scare ppl.....so he made the poor gurl fly in the room...a la' exorcist affect....fails though to even match dat scary shit.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;all these ended up with a laugh not with scream.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also i really wanna ask rgv why the hell he put a crow screams or wateva....n dog barks as one of the background music...???&lt;br /&gt;haah....i almost forgot the ending.....welll dis was the most ridiculous part of all.....the supernatural fight between builder guy n demented lady....with an idiot husband.....lolz....&lt;br /&gt;here she goes berserk n uses powers to kill builder guy....but she ends up having her head cut off bcoz "manja baba" acts to rescue with his power n loosen the ceiling fan.....to cut her head off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all this horror ended with a laugh....but otherwise the lil' girl did a good acting effort...but with wrong movie maker.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT AFTA' ALL THIS I WILL SAY ITS STILL A GOOD WATCH....CONSIDERING THE LAUGH YOU WILL HAVE......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a 1 outta 5 review by me....1 coz of the lil' girl....&lt;br /&gt;if u have to waste money or time or have fun laughing at one more RGV's flop horror-that-turns-laughter movie.....den u should seriously go n watch it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: acc. to me n movie the tittle should be "KAUVA"(crow)....coz of his large part n no great meaning phoonk except one line by grandma n the starting candle blow......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967136219345267546-8063081769894237686?l=abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com' alt='' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2NO3-WLgkfU/SXoHOsUWgmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8Wk6G3fIfxg/S220/IMG00001+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7967136219345267546.post-4254760294470587462</id><published>2008-08-21T00:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-21T00:39:58.274+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abhinav'/><title type='text'>official opening ceremony of the blog....</title><content type='html'>'ello....&lt;br /&gt;so lets officially inaugurate my blog.....no I'm not giving you all any party or treat for this inaugural...&lt;br /&gt;to be extremely simple at my introduction i would just say that my name is Abhinav Kumar Anguria...i know its pretty long name but anyways.&lt;br /&gt;I'm new at this blog thing.....soooo it would take me a lil' bit time to be good at this..hehe&lt;br /&gt;well....this is my blog sooo it wud be more about me and my point of view....so deal wid it...lolz&lt;br /&gt;i think right now i dont have any special thoughts about sumthng so nothing to write about abhi....&lt;br /&gt;sooo lets wrap up this blog kinda-intro.....&lt;br /&gt;bbie&lt;br /&gt;tc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7967136219345267546-4254760294470587462?l=abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhinavdeciphered.blogspot.com/feeds/4254760294470587462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7967136219345267546&amp;postID=4254760294470587462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7967136219345267546/posts/default/4254760294470587462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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