<?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-7422191997565600427</id><updated>2011-08-15T23:55:38.600+05:30</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='garbage'/><category term='sad'/><category term='to whomsoever it may concern'/><category term='how its been so far ??'/><category term='poem'/><category term='home??'/><category term='the prejudiced us'/><category term='Hope'/><category term='Guna ??'/><category term='Movie review'/><category term='by by'/><category term='politics'/><category term='P'/><category term='salute you indian army'/><category term='experiences ....'/><category term='Enemy :poem'/><category term='end or begining'/><category term='thanks'/><category term='happyness'/><category term='its me vs you  and beware i will get u this time'/><category term='Humour'/><category term='Love and its story'/><category term='faith'/><category term='opinions'/><category term='Tagged'/><category term='Life'/><category term='essay'/><category term='seniors'/><category term='enemies'/><category term='real me?'/><category term='nonsense ...'/><category term='inside?'/><category term='Love'/><category term='treachery....'/><category term='Bharat'/><category term='sorry'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='mom'/><category term='insta-thing'/><category term='what do i do'/><category term='wake up people please'/><category term='myself'/><category term='cat'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Reflections</title><subtitle type='html'>Well this blog has some poetry and some articles which reflect my thoughts and every facet of ma life . 
Read on to find more</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-5050195572302110320</id><published>2010-02-28T22:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:18:28.344+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><title type='text'>Shattered</title><content type='html'>Today i m shattered really will i be serious euf for my dreams &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can i save myself from being just ordinary :( ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dnt know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i m sorry for myself .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-5050195572302110320?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5050195572302110320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=5050195572302110320&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/5050195572302110320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/5050195572302110320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2010/02/shattered.html' title='Shattered'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-3159397656547988934</id><published>2010-01-15T18:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-15T19:02:34.316+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Songs i like to listen</title><content type='html'>These are some of the songs i like to listen the most . The kind of music i like .....&lt;div&gt;The songs i am putting up here today are by Raghu Dixit Project . I hope all of you must have listened to their music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://raghudixit.com/music/"&gt;http://raghudixit.com/music/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you enjoy these songs as much as i do .......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps : the copyright to all these songs belong to Raghudixit Project &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-3159397656547988934?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3159397656547988934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=3159397656547988934&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/3159397656547988934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/3159397656547988934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/songs-i-like-to-listen.html' title='Songs i like to listen'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-5138661341495784457</id><published>2010-01-12T19:53:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-12T20:19:36.952+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>To move away</title><content type='html'>To move away &lt;div&gt; from your infectious sight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; from your contagious smile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from your glowing face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seems hard &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it breaks me into &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;many small parts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why me always &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i ask &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why me everytime &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I close my eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can still see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you and me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the springs , the autums &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the winters  and those rains &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those mornings and noons &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and those evenings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all those were ordinary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but your presence made  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;them unforgettable and special &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why cant we be together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why did we have to meet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if at the end we just had to MOVE ON &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why were you to become some special &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if at the end you had to be  just a friend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why were you to touch the core  of my heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you had to break it one day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to move on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and away from you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brings me pain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but its something &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have to do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause being with you now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just doesnt feel the same &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-5138661341495784457?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5138661341495784457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=5138661341495784457&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/5138661341495784457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/5138661341495784457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-move-away.html' title='To move away'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-8172583105571165548</id><published>2009-07-31T15:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-31T16:11:56.330+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hard Hard Times</title><content type='html'>Yeah, time after college have been hard . You goota be at the top of your game if you have to survive in this world , there are no free rides avaliable for anyone. Some part of life you gottame for struggle and make your way up the ladder and that time for me is now and i am not gonna give up on myself and my dreams so easily , nah never , i cant loose i wll never loose cause i am not a looser i a winner and i will prove it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silly times these are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for no matter what you do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you always end up miles short &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of the place you thought u would reach &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silly times these are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for no matter what you do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are always being mocked at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in the silly times &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have to ge up and give your best &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have always said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u r the best &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and people have called you silly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but its in these silly times u gotta get up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and prove urself!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-8172583105571165548?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8172583105571165548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=8172583105571165548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/8172583105571165548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/8172583105571165548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2009/07/hard-hard-times.html' title='Hard Hard Times'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-6893448504866186131</id><published>2009-06-28T23:43:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:54:20.271+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am Lost</title><content type='html'> I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what to post here . Does this blog belong to me ??  I am coming here to scribble something after a very very long time and i am all but lost. I don't know but the going has been tough for me as far as cat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;preparations&lt;/span&gt; are concerned . I am just not doing anything and its depressing for me . As far as joining is concerned no good news on that front either , and i am just getting myself into a mess sitting at home IDLE doing nothing but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;orkutting&lt;/span&gt; , chatting .......&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say when you want something badly you work for it with all you have then why am i resigning to this fate i just cant understand this. There is so much to work for , there is so much to do and i am here wasting my time like an idiot . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will have to give me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt; for working hard . I would have to take my decisions , have confidence in myself and start working else i will be screwed. I will have to work according to a plan and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what i will be doing now . I am not a looser and will never accept defeat i will keep on trying no matter what the end result is this i promise myself.  I will have to enjoy whatever i am doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets start all over again and be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sincere&lt;/span&gt; in this attempt....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-6893448504866186131?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6893448504866186131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=6893448504866186131&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/6893448504866186131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/6893448504866186131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-lost.html' title='I am Lost'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-1455741650117446269</id><published>2009-05-18T22:33:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:44:58.186+05:30</updated><title type='text'>i will rise</title><content type='html'>i will rise &lt;div&gt;for no one else but myself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will prove myself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to satiate no one else &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but myself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day i will have what ever i desire and all world will be at my feet . Just wait and watch and for all those who mock me well so called friends it will be you who will be the ones congratulating me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will make it to the top of the ladder and fulfill all my dreams no matter how much i bleed , how much i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt; , how much pain i have to go and how may tests i have to take. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will not give up, till i prove myself . Yes i am special and i am unlike all of you and i will prove it to you and if not i will rather die trying than accept defeat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give up never &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fight for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt; forever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for its the fighter who wins &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and even if he dies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his soul rests in peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my story , my life , my struggle , and my pursuit of destiny . I just know one aim , one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lakshay&lt;/span&gt; . The battle has begun , the shots are being fired I have to perform and scale the mountain or die trying . I am a soldier who knows only victory, whatever it takes to get there i have to give. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-1455741650117446269?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1455741650117446269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=1455741650117446269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/1455741650117446269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/1455741650117446269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-will-rise.html' title='i will rise'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-4606441635250678033</id><published>2009-05-17T00:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-17T00:47:34.361+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bharat'/><title type='text'>I m happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;i m happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for i see some hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for  i think the country has been saved from clutches of  MAYAWATI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her dreams of becoming the prime minister of INDIA has dashed for hopefully another five years and that makes me proud of mandate given by electorate this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as Manmohan Singh is concerned  well he has his work cut out in times of economic recession  i dont think he will affect my life much , life goes on and on and on . Leaders ans governments come and go  but still he was the most able person among the candidates for top post and its good that he became the PM again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing personal against Mayawati just that i dont like her corrupt image  i am not a racist just a patriotic Indian who wants his country to progress and those who are fighting elections on bases of caste and creed well this is not going to work anymore atleast for the regional parties .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-4606441635250678033?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4606441635250678033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=4606441635250678033&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/4606441635250678033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/4606441635250678033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-m-happy.html' title='I m happy'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-6568447919587326068</id><published>2009-04-11T14:54:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:43:55.804+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treachery....'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Is this what you call love ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:3.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:16.8pt;mso-outline-level: 3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-this-what-you-call-love.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;color:windowtext;text-decoration:none; text-underline:none"&gt;Is this what you call love ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;They said they loved each other , &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;they promised to live together &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;and part never ever&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;They said they needed each other &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;and one was  incomplete without the other &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;They said they were in love &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;and come what may &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;nothing can take them away &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;Time flew &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;two years  down the drain &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;said its time to part&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;She said you were not my choice &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;and he was left wondering what went wrong &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;She said its all over &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;he was thinking where did he falter &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;She said we can be friends &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;he asked her &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;what about the promises you made &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;and swears you took &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;pledging yourself to me forever &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;And thus they parted &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;for no reason her love evaporated....  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;and he was left wondering &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;where he went wrong &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;how could he be duped &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;for three long years &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;and could never see through the eyes &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;he would stare for hours everyday.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;he always loved her &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;always respeced her &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;and made her strong &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;When ever things went wrong &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;he would be there for her &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;And look what she did &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;she didnt even think twice &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;before one fine day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;calling up and saying  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt; " I am in love with another guy again " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;I said  lets call her names &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;lets make her realise thats its not fun &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;playing with others emotions &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;He said please don't say anything about her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;i still respect and love her .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;i was there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;when this happened &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;though i never uttered a word &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;but i cant stop me from realising &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;that if this is love &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;then i am happy &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;that i am not in love &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;I am happy that i never made any promises &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;that would be so mercilessly broken &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;i am happy i saw no dreams&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;that would be so harshly  trampled &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;if this is love &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;i am happy i am single &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:9.0pt;line-height:19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;if love has to end in treachery and faithlessness its prudent never to LOVE &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-6568447919587326068?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6568447919587326068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=6568447919587326068&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/6568447919587326068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/6568447919587326068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-this-what-you-call-love.html' title='Is this what you call love ?'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-151328592523668386</id><published>2009-03-19T00:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:31:40.749+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The CountDown Has Begun</title><content type='html'>Yea finally i am coming to end of college life and peeking at a very uncertain future. My friends are urging me to write something bright on my blog but right now i guess i don't really have a lot to offer. All i have is hope . Hope that this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;november&lt;/span&gt; it will be my time , i will have to work hard yes. I have joined some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tut ions&lt;/span&gt; but the real pace will pick up at end of MAY i guess . Still this is a very important time and can make or break my cat journey. I am looking forward to move ahead and work hard .&lt;br /&gt;Hope god will help me and to my parents just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wanna&lt;/span&gt; thank you again for standing by me once again i am not gonna let you down this time trust me on this.&lt;br /&gt;Its gotta be my time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what my heart i saying lets see what happens :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-151328592523668386?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/151328592523668386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=151328592523668386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/151328592523668386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/151328592523668386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2009/03/countdown-has-begun.html' title='The CountDown Has Begun'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-1844361908516494179</id><published>2009-02-22T20:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:34:52.359+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life these days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t know where I am going , sometimes I feel that I am running against the crowd , other times I feel I am let behind. There are a plenty of emotions flowing in me drowning me at times , engulfing me not letting me rest in peace. I feel let down&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;infact maybe I let myself down .I don’t know what future has in store for me . They say hardwork pays but I don’t know why am I refusing to work hard, I am all but broken.I missed y chances yea right I did but I don’t wana miss them anymore. I want to work hard and make things better than what they presently are. I feel frustrated sometimes , sometimes cheated, I am aimless sometimes .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have always believed that at the end of long dark tunnel there is light I hope I will make it through this time. I don’t know how much abilities I have to make through this tests, I feel let down yea I have let myself down till now. No one else has to be blamed for this but maybe all this is for something good . If I can make it through life will be good . After all diamond was once a hunk of coal which stood its ground and never gave up .I am not going to accept defeat nay, never ever till I die . I will fight and fight courageously till I make it through. I am no quitter , I am winner and I will prove this to myself. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Times come times go and things change , I will win yes I will survive and come out of this for hardwork never goes waste. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have dared to dream now I will dream to dare .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-1844361908516494179?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1844361908516494179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=1844361908516494179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/1844361908516494179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/1844361908516494179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-these-days.html' title='Life these days'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-6109840185240142779</id><published>2009-02-10T23:18:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:52:18.002+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enemies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Beware of People</title><content type='html'>That guy is an 'asshole'. He does not  know a thing , he will not be able to manage anything. this was said be a friend of me about other person 'A'.  Well until a few days ago, this guy was virtually licking  A's ass for selection of his work. Well these sycophants are my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;floor mates&lt;/span&gt;, and ya i am ashamed of them. I don't know how any times these people would have mouthed such crap in front of other people. Frankly speaking i don't think  these persons should have an existence on the face of this Earth.&lt;br /&gt;Now there is another breed of people , simple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;straightforward&lt;/span&gt; people who say things on face of people. I don't think until you become one of these twisted people you can get through and do any thing and accomplish anything. Gone are the days of talent, skills and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;potential&lt;/span&gt;. Now a days if you have these but don't have contacts you are a big zero.&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the most prominent reasons i hate my college but then its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;prevalent&lt;/span&gt; everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I have heard if you don't have good relations with your Project Manager you don't get a project. No matter how much talented you are .&lt;br /&gt;Well be ware of your friends , keep your eyes and ears open for it is friends who can harm you more than your foes. And to everyone who is reading this and has done this always remember you will find a person who is more shrewd than you and will fuck you up like you are fucking these people. Every dog has his days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-6109840185240142779?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6109840185240142779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=6109840185240142779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/6109840185240142779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/6109840185240142779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2009/02/beware-of-people.html' title='Beware of People'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-8621987641803811889</id><published>2009-02-02T23:19:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:36:36.962+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Obituary</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Some people enter this world quitely , struggle all throughout their life  to make life of their kids better and finally leave silently ,  my grand mother was one such person. We will always miss you , all of us. Why did you leave us so early ? I thank you for everything you did so that we can live life  which we are living today. For me you will always be a fighter.  You have left a void which cannot be filled again, i know from up there you will always be watching us and showering your blessings . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-8621987641803811889?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8621987641803811889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=8621987641803811889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/8621987641803811889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/8621987641803811889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2009/02/obituary.html' title='Obituary'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-8994601119520142766</id><published>2009-01-22T23:37:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:49:20.894+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><title type='text'>Meri Mummy sabse acchi</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to my mom.  Mom had it not been for you , i would not have been where i am. I know all the sacrifices you have made for me. MOM i love you and one day you will be very proud of your son , i will never let you down . I may not be the best son but ya i will always try to be, for i know you are the best mother in this whole world and you deserve nothing but the best. Thanks for everything mom, without i would be like a flower is without its fragrance, you have made my life worthwhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-8994601119520142766?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8994601119520142766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=8994601119520142766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/8994601119520142766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/8994601119520142766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2009/01/meri-mummy-sabse-acchi.html' title='Meri Mummy sabse acchi'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-685961633975116697</id><published>2009-01-22T23:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:34:11.874+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Some words from my heart to my ALMA MATER</title><content type='html'>no mater how much i hate you it will never outdo my love for you .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye – Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here to study&lt;br /&gt;as I pick my book up&lt;br /&gt;And turn the pages&lt;br /&gt;One last time&lt;br /&gt;I realize my mind is not here&lt;br /&gt;It is lost some where&lt;br /&gt;Deep down in depths of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is beating with anticipation&lt;br /&gt;The time to say a final good bye is here&lt;br /&gt;Four years have gone by&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t believe&lt;br /&gt;How fast they flew by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard to remember&lt;br /&gt;All those sweet and sour memories of&lt;br /&gt;These four years&lt;br /&gt;My mind is confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I learnt my soul asks me&lt;br /&gt;What have I gained my mind questions  me  ??&lt;br /&gt;And my heart answers&lt;br /&gt;I have now become a man&lt;br /&gt;What I have accumulated&lt;br /&gt;                                              is not knowledge or experience&lt;br /&gt;But some thing much more than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s these memorable memories&lt;br /&gt;of lifelong friends&lt;br /&gt; I made&lt;br /&gt;Which made this journey worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away from home&lt;br /&gt;I found a place&lt;br /&gt;Which I could call mine&lt;br /&gt;Away from home&lt;br /&gt;I found some people&lt;br /&gt;Whom I could call family&lt;br /&gt;And to all of you&lt;br /&gt;I want to say&lt;br /&gt;       Good luck and good bye                        &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                   Amit Sharma&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                          05216G                                                           &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                    CSE( 05 – 09 )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-685961633975116697?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/685961633975116697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=685961633975116697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/685961633975116697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/685961633975116697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-words-from-my-heart-to-my-alma.html' title='Some words from my heart to my ALMA MATER'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-1499761321124708156</id><published>2008-12-29T13:55:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:21:33.290+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and its story'/><title type='text'>what do i say ??</title><content type='html'>When heart breaks it leaves you numb . there is no anger , no pain , no rage , no compassion , no sorrows , no tears i feel nothing as if i have been anasthised . Every time you ask someone you put your heart on ur hand to be kicked at , to be mocked at and rearely to be accepted. You put yourself through a lot of pain and the question now is " Is all this really worth it ?" I dont know i am confused and puzzled.  It is not that heartning to see your dreams and your feeling being thrashed but then i am helpless . I don't think i can do much except moving on and consoling my heart . I have to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart  and walk on. I know things will change , times will change and agony will give way to extascy but when ?? I don't know the answer and i don't want to find it right now .&lt;br /&gt;I am numb and that is what i to be right now JUST NUMB no heartaches, no sorrows , no pains , no guilts just silence and seclusion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-1499761321124708156?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1499761321124708156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=1499761321124708156&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/1499761321124708156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/1499761321124708156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-do-i-say.html' title='what do i say ??'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-8292043044488696919</id><published>2008-11-22T22:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:25:05.976+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>A witty conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38VpD41aIew/SSg15zR432I/AAAAAAAAAC4/fROwT_GAqTE/s1600-h/thinking%20man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271522630971219810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38VpD41aIew/SSg15zR432I/AAAAAAAAAC4/fROwT_GAqTE/s320/thinking%2520man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was one of those days when i had a pretty witty conversation with my friend. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; i will blog some of it . So, here it goes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Somethings you do in life , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;         you can never change ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;        so its better you think of the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;       consequences &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friend : Sometimes getting hurt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;              is needed to make you grow , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;              Failures are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;needed&lt;/span&gt; to make you know ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;             losses are needed to make you gain ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;            because some lessons are best learnt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                                     Pain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me : I know , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;        And the bad time will end soon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;        cause there is light at the end of long dark tunnel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;         and  each morning sun always rise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;        no matter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; dark is the night &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friend : but whats to be done if their is no way out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;               what's to be done if tunnel is blocked &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;               i know a new road has o be made &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;              but that's not possible &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me   :  Life doesn't stop it goes on ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;           and things don't remain the same , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;           they change &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;           Just follow your  heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;           and you will find your treasure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;            the tunnel can be made again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;             if you try &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;            Good Luck &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friend : We always live in hope &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;             and just to console my heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;             i am living &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;              rest i don't know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me : Don't lose hope &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;         life is greater than one person &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;         or thing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;         no one is larger than life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;         don't worry about things which are not under &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;         your control &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;         try to control what you can &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;       and be happy for what you have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;        rather than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; sad for what you don't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-8292043044488696919?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8292043044488696919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=8292043044488696919&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/8292043044488696919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/8292043044488696919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/witty-conversation.html' title='A witty conversation'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38VpD41aIew/SSg15zR432I/AAAAAAAAAC4/fROwT_GAqTE/s72-c/thinking%2520man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-4573205342929765149</id><published>2008-11-22T19:45:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:29:29.660+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>REDEMPTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38VpD41aIew/SSgcFG13JbI/AAAAAAAAACw/5NMNIZaGfdk/s1600-h/REDEMPTION.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271494237898614194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38VpD41aIew/SSgcFG13JbI/AAAAAAAAACw/5NMNIZaGfdk/s320/REDEMPTION.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To everyone i have wronged i am sorry , i am too  a human afterall , i do make mistakes . I may have broken your heart ,perhaps disappointed you sometimes and not lived up to your expectations....I AM SORRY but i promise i will try and be a better person for every failure , every disappointment helps us GROW .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-4573205342929765149?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4573205342929765149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=4573205342929765149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/4573205342929765149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/4573205342929765149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/redemption.html' title='REDEMPTION'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38VpD41aIew/SSgcFG13JbI/AAAAAAAAACw/5NMNIZaGfdk/s72-c/REDEMPTION.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-5678254616973634091</id><published>2008-11-21T23:00:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:59:40.768+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>My Big Plan  for  2009</title><content type='html'>Ah !! 2008 is coming to an end we are in late &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;november&lt;/span&gt; and well yes its a little too early but i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; about next year and the way my life will be changed. What i plan to do. Well first things first next year in may i will be an engineer finally :) four years of hard work culminating to give me these two words to place before my name :D. Anyways ,all the readers must be knowing i have two job offers Torry Harris and Tech &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mahindra&lt;/span&gt; but since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt; these companies have not offered joining to my seniors till now :( . So i have decided to study and give CAT in the mean time , who knows what will happen though. I have been confused whether to go for I A S or CAT but as far as I A S goes it don't think i have two subjects for mains right now .&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; why i thin CAT is a better option given that i have an year to produce results , i hope i won't change my plan now and work to bell the cat .Maybe this is a veiled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; provided to me by god by delaying my joining and allowing me to prepare for CAT . I hope i will make use of it and make my life better , I still think i will sit for I A S someday but that will have to wait. By the way thank you god for 2 placements this year , joining or no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;joining&lt;/span&gt; i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;highly&lt;/span&gt; obliged , hoping for more of this in future too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-5678254616973634091?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5678254616973634091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=5678254616973634091&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/5678254616973634091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/5678254616973634091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-big-plan-for-2009.html' title='My Big Plan  for  2009'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-2463665224901093588</id><published>2008-11-17T23:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:54:14.848+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Whatever happens , happens for Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Unsatisfied&lt;/span&gt; with life ?? Want more out of it ?? Has something happened in past  which you can't put right now ?? Do you pine for that some one special and you know life will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; with her but instead of all your  efforts you can't be with her . Well don't repent my friend cause whatever  happens , happens for a reason . God has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; created something good for everybody and well you just have to find it instead of loosing heart and getting disheartened. Life is all about moving on and not stopping and repenting at things which we can't achieve but using them as a launch pad for something better then what you have presently.  Life is about learning from failures and making them pillars for your future success. In life difficulties have to be faced fought and conquered , and if we have all the successes without any failures then how can be expect to grow ?? If we want to get everything without taking any pain then we can never be happy and contended when we achieve it. For it is well known that he who have worked hard throughout the day can only enjoy a full night's sleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-2463665224901093588?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2463665224901093588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=2463665224901093588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/2463665224901093588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/2463665224901093588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/whatever-happens-happens-for-good.html' title='Whatever happens , happens for Good'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-2516923073056163977</id><published>2008-11-16T20:50:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:57:34.361+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Thank you SIR</title><content type='html'>Well i was coming back after watching the movie Dostana when i meet my tearcher at the ATM.&lt;br /&gt;He was from civil department and did not knew me that well but he knew one of my friends.It was around six and we had to be back in campus by 7 , it usually takes one hour if we come by bus and so we decided to ask our teacher for a lift but seeing she was with her wife we thought otherwise , but he guessed our intentions and offered us the lift himself. Later when we were in car , he said "Mujhe ab bhi yaaad hai in my bachelor days tumhare jaise hii humm bhi teachers ki gaddi ke samne chale jaate thee aur phir agar lift mill jaati to kitne khuss hote thee." Life runs real fast maybe one day i will be at his place giving lifts to someone perhaps a junior telling him about my college days . One day i would have a car and a wife too ...and a lot of memories of these days which are flying like a whirlwind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-2516923073056163977?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2516923073056163977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=2516923073056163977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/2516923073056163977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/2516923073056163977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you-sir.html' title='Thank you SIR'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-6518512100158603703</id><published>2008-11-16T20:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:41:14.278+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie review'/><title type='text'>DOSTANA - THE REVIEW</title><content type='html'>Mindless comedy but a weak story line . I went to watch it with a bunch of friends and we laughed and laughed till our stomach ached ..but there was nothing more to movie than this.&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse there is a competition between Shilpa Shetty and priyanak Chopra as to who will look more hotter ...Shilpa looked sexy to me and so did Priyanka .&lt;br /&gt;The story is about Akshay and John lying to priyanka about them being gay to get to live with her and both falling in love with her . John is seen showing off not only his abs byt also his butt ...and the highlight of the movie being the ' kiss ' between John &amp;amp; A.B. Somewhere after the interval the movie becomes slow and boring as well but Bobby Deol adds a new twist ..still an ok ok outing , its ok if you miss it or watch it at home . Music is superb though i love all the songs .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-6518512100158603703?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6518512100158603703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=6518512100158603703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/6518512100158603703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/6518512100158603703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/dostana-review.html' title='DOSTANA - THE REVIEW'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-4563491305579112665</id><published>2008-11-15T19:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-15T19:25:21.675+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Poem fo College magazine Vartika</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;VARTIKA - The Wick Of Knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amalgamation of all colors of life ,&lt;br /&gt;Blend of all emotions ,&lt;br /&gt;igniting our souls&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;expanding our  minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving wings to our thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Voice to our words &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;outline to our ideas&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Platform to our hidden opinions &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spreading knowledge&lt;br /&gt;And distributing wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Vartika is here again&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wrote these few  lines for our college magazine .... hope you all like it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-4563491305579112665?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4563491305579112665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=4563491305579112665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/4563491305579112665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/4563491305579112665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/poem-fo-college-magazine-vartika.html' title='Poem fo College magazine Vartika'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-5025162785073436947</id><published>2008-11-13T20:00:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:19:37.574+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and its story'/><title type='text'>Will  it ever be  yes ??</title><content type='html'>A funny thing called love ... This is a conversation between two people ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy says to girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_38VpD41aIew/SRw90s9DQOI/AAAAAAAAACg/k46UloHvFT8/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know you love me . I know you do but why are you afraid to tell me . Why do you think about future ? Can't e just live in present ..Don't i have the right to be loved ..to have that special someone ...Can't i ever be fully and trully happy . Do i always have to defeated by this world . Do i always have t&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_38VpD41aIew/SRw90s9DQOI/AAAAAAAAACg/k46UloHvFT8/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268153639746355426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_38VpD41aIew/SRw90s9DQOI/AAAAAAAAACg/k46UloHvFT8/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o be a looser ? Can't i ever have you ?? What have i done so wrong to deserve this ?? Till how long will you test me . Till how long will i have to look at you and say ' there goes the one i love , there goes the one i can really do anything for and there goes the one who just doesnt love me though i love her but then yes i cant force you , its your choice to admit what you have in heart for me because your eyes betray your mind ....they show what you have in your heart. Anyways i am here waiting , waiting till you say you love some one else cause even if you don't love me i do and will keep loving you as long as i am alive "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl says " I can't fall in love again . I am not allowed . I don't want to cry again and i don't want to suffer . I like you , you are a nice guy a really nice guy but i can't say yes . I can't go against my mom . I can't offend her and my family . We will always be friends and i will alwyas be there for you but i don't love you infact i cannot love you . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can the boy do ?  What will be his reply ... will the girl ever say yes ... i am thinking of a plot lets see how will the story unfolds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-5025162785073436947?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5025162785073436947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=5025162785073436947&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/5025162785073436947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/5025162785073436947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/will-it-ever-be-yes.html' title='Will  it ever be  yes ??'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_38VpD41aIew/SRw90s9DQOI/AAAAAAAAACg/k46UloHvFT8/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-7980012967653274801</id><published>2008-11-12T23:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:54:51.555+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'>Essay</title><content type='html'>The Menace of Terrorism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrorism has become the systematic weapon of a war that knows no borders or seldom has a face.&lt;br /&gt;JACQUES CHIRAC&lt;br /&gt;Terrorism is use of illegal means and violence against innocent people to further the cause of particular ideology. This ideology may be motivated by the purpose of attainment of a particular goal which may be political or social. The persons using this illegal violence are known as a terrorist.  The terrorists do not care if they have to take life of these innocent people to  intimidate government and the people in power to submit to their demands. The history of  acts of terrorism goes as far back as  14th century when  the Tartars threw dead bodies over the walls of Kaffa hoping to start a plague.  The word terrorism itself was invented in 1795 and used to refer French revolutionaries who executed their enemies and tried to suppress opposition  to their ideology.&lt;br /&gt;The exact definition of  ‘Terrorism’ is still not formulated as what can appear as a terrorist act to one party or a nation can occur as an act of getting freedom to the people who are doing this act .  Methods used by terrorists include kidnapping, hostage-taking, bombing, shooting and hijacking of aeroplanes and vehicles. Some terrorist attacks do not in any way endanger the actual person responsible for carrying out the attack , while at the other end are suicide bombers known as Fidayeen , who are prepared to die as a result of their own actions. Aside from politics as a motive for terrorism, there are other causes, including racism, and religious convictions.   The religious zealots and fanatics  brainwash people especially inexperienced youth and inspire them to fight in the name of God . These youth are motivated to fight a holy war for spreading their faith and destroy every country and individual who does not want to practice it . Terrorism is extremely difficult to control, given that it nearly always has the advantage of the 'surprise' element. Terrorist attacks, by their very nature, can rarely be predicted. Furthermore, most prominent terrorist groups are well-funded both within their countries and abroad. This funding provides weapons and security. Since there are so many different terrorist groups, each with its own agenda and demands  , attempts to curb terrorism through international agreements are considerably difficult to yield any result .&lt;br /&gt;Terrorist also fund their activities through illegal human trafficking, drug trafficking, intimidating business tycoons and film stars and match fixing.  As human generation has evolved so has terrorism. Today there are different types of terrorism used by terrorists to spread agony and destruction.  Terrorism is basically classified into six types so that we can understand it better  and combat it with all our resources and military might.&lt;br /&gt;State terrorism is when a particular state sponsors the terrorist organizations  which spread terrorism in other states .  Also when a state uses force to terrorize citizens of other countries without declaration  of war  in order to achieve particular goal, it is an instance of state terrorism.&lt;br /&gt;Bioterrorism refers to intentional release of poisonous substances to harm and terrify human lives. Various toxic substances ranging from Anthrax , Botulism , Small Pox etc can  be used in these kind of attacks. The use of biological agents in warfare isn't new. Pre-modern armies tried to use naturally occurring diseases to their advantage. In 1346, the Tartar (or Tatar) army tried to turn the Plague to their advantage in their siege of the port city of Kaffa, which was then a part of Genoa. Dying from plague themselves, army members attached bodies and heads of the deceased to slings and then landed them inside the walled city of their victims. A plague epidemic followed and the city surrendered to the Mongol forces.&lt;br /&gt;Cyberterrorism came into prominence recently with the phenomenal growth of internet. In this form of terrorism the terrorist use information technology, such as computer systems or telecommunications, as a tool to coordinate a traditional attack. More often, cyberterrorism refers to an attack on information technology itself in a way that would drastically disrupt networked services. For example, cyberterrorists could disable networked emergency systems or hack into networks housing critical financial information. The hacking and mutilating of United Nations website is an example of this type of terrorism.  In the present scenario terrorists are also using internet to get important and strategic information and then plan and coordinate their attack. Recently after Delhi bomb blasts terrorists hacked into an account of  Mumbai based businessman to send email owning the responsibility for executing the bomb blasts.&lt;br /&gt;Nuclear terrorism refers to number of different ways nuclear materials might be exploited as a terrorist tactic. These include attacking nuclear facilities, purchasing nuclear weapons, or building nuclear weapons or otherwise finding ways to disperse radioactive materials. &lt;br /&gt;Ecoterrorism is a recently coined term describing violence in the interests of environmentalism. In general, environmental extremists sabotage property to inflict economic damage on industries or actors they see as harming animals or the natural environment. These have included fur companies, logging companies and animal research laboratories.&lt;br /&gt;Narcoterrorism  is using of force by drug peddlers  to influence governments or prevent government efforts to stop the drug trade. In the last several years, narcoterrorism has been used to indicate situations in which terrorist groups use drug trafficking to fund their other operations.&lt;br /&gt;The most horrifying terrorist strike occurred on September 9 2001 when two hijacked planes were flown into World Trade Centre in New York leading to death of 3000 people.  On the same day another hijacked aeroplane flew into pentagon killing 189 people and another crashed in Pennsylvania after passengers on board it fought with the hijackers . Osama Bin Laden’s Al Qaida was blamed for this attack and the fall out of this attack was United State going into war against the Taliban regime in Afghanistan which is still a battleground. India has also been battling terrorism since late 1970’s . In 1970 Punjab became prosperous due to effects of Green Revolution and this prosperity led to the movement of demand of Khalistan where Sikh community were demanding a new nation to be carved out of  India. Led by Jarnail Singh Bhindarwale, they began using militancy to stress on their demands. Soon things turned bloody with India alleging that neighboring Pakistan supported these militants, who, by 1983-4, had begun to enjoy widespread support among Sikhs.&lt;br /&gt;In 1984, Operation Blue Star was conducted by the Indian government to stem out the movement. It involved an assault on the Golden Temple complex. In 1985, Sikh terrorists bombed an Air India flight from Canada to India, killing all 329 people on board Air India Flight 182. It is the worst terrorist act in Canada's history. The terrorism in Punjab was finally quelled in 1993 .&lt;br /&gt;The other states which is most tormented by terrorism includes J&amp;amp;K and the seven sisters in the north east India. National capital Delhi and commercial capital Mumbai also have had their share of terrorist attacks. Some of the most devastating attacks that took place were the Mumbai bombings that took place on March 12 , 1993.  In these series of bombings 13 bombs ripped the city apart and claimed 257 lives.  Mumbai also witnessed another series  of blasts on 11 July 2006 when seven bombs exploded in space of eleven minutes in suburban trains. These claimed life of 209 victims. The national capital Delhi was left reeling when an attack on epicenter of our democracy occurred on 13 December 2001. In this attack none of the member of parliament was injured but 7 police officers had to sacrifice their lives.  Delhi was again targeted on 29 October 2005 when  62 people were killed by three powerful blasts . Recently on 13 September 2008 five coordinated bomb blasts took place which left 30 people dead. These incidents have severely terrified the people of Delhi in particular  who fear to tread out to crowded places after sunset.&lt;br /&gt;The state of J&amp;amp;K has also been targeted from terrorist from across the border time and again. The most noteworthy attack was on October 1 2001 , when terrorists attacked the Jammu &amp;amp; Kashmir assembly complex killing 35 people.   There has been a spate of bombings in year 2008  and the terrorist outfit responsible for it has been Indian Mujaheedin. In 2008 Delhi ,Ahemdabad , Bangalore , Guwahati has been targeted by militants belonging to different terrorist organizations.&lt;br /&gt;There has been a considerable loss of life and money in all these attacks . The victims of these attacks have been innocent people some of which were sole bread winners for the family. These attacks happen and are soon forgotten except for the families who are affected by these attacks , the families who loose their loved ones in these gruesome incidents. For them the memories of these horrible episodes last a life time. The pain of loosing someone for no explicable reason cannot be explained . Some families are forced into poverty and their whole life style changes due to these attacks. People are always under constant fears of loosing their and their relatives life.  The government and the police should crack down on the persons responsible for spreading this apathy so that people are not deprived of their basic right that is the right to live. No ideology and no goal can be accomplished by blatantly using force and killing innocent people the more sooner there propagators of terror realize it the better it would be. We can only hope that one day this never ending war will be over and human civilisation will live in peace and harmony .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-7980012967653274801?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7980012967653274801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=7980012967653274801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/7980012967653274801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/7980012967653274801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/essay.html' title='Essay'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-8946491282970275802</id><published>2008-11-04T22:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:17:24.678+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><title type='text'>Should Indian Elections be held online</title><content type='html'>The piece i am writing today  is very different from the usual stuff i write , i write here the experiences  have during the course of my day to day life but today its a lil different hope you enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;Indian elections should also be held online like the United States said my father in one of the discussions i had with him during my recent visit home . At that time i was not in a mood to discuss it so i did not reply to this statement but today it stuck me again ... I did some googling and came up with some facts .... The voter turnout in 2004 lok sabha elections was around 56% . Approximately around 380 million people exercised their franchise .&lt;br /&gt;We can easily see that around 44 % of people did not vote . What was the reason behind it ...well there could be many ranging from fearing to go to voting booth , to not having enough time to stand at voting booth . In some cases it might be kilometeres away ... Only 56% of elligible voters of India decided that UPA should rule INDIA for next five years .&lt;br /&gt;Now let me tell you something about Internet .In 2004 there were 38.5 million users of internet . Now there are around 60 million net users . The figure has almost doubled it 5 years .&lt;br /&gt;The peneteration is about 5% . It is still low but given the sheer numbers of  net users can't we also make voting online ??  Will not it make a differnece in improving the percentage of voters. The 5% voters which  have net faciliy come basically form upper and middle class of indian society and it also includes youth of India which is one community shying away from voting . With this facility being offered won't t be convinient  for people who are reluctant to go to voting booth be able to vote . More so we can vote from any location . Look at the future acooridng to Eric Schmdit founder of Google India will be world's largest internet market and having the maximum number of net users till 2020 . I think its time someone should take a cue from US and moot a proposal to make an onlne voting system . Ofcourse there will be problems like hacking  to be dealt with but then there is booth capturing existing still . I believe we can get more worthy and qulaified people in the parliament if we have the facility of voting online in addition to the existing polling booth facility .&lt;br /&gt;There will be problems too as a person may cast his vite online as well as in the booth but then we can do a survey and ask the person concerned on how he would like to cast his vote .  With the phenomenal growth of internet its a given that we have to have this system in place pretty soon ,and it can be one of the ways to get some responsible and deserving candidates in the parliament of world's largest democracy .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-8946491282970275802?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8946491282970275802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=8946491282970275802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/8946491282970275802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/8946491282970275802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/should-indian-elections-be-held-online.html' title='Should Indian Elections be held online'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-5444054939893098353</id><published>2008-10-02T00:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-02T00:30:08.078+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P'/><title type='text'>Wid you and Wid out you ?</title><content type='html'>this poem is dedicated to a very special person ...  well Miss G its great to be your friend and hope we will be friends forever ... this one is for you and well i hope you like it i dont now if its the best i have writeen cause u deserve nothing but the best from me but still i have tried &lt;br /&gt;Anyways here it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the time you ,&lt;br /&gt;walked into my life,&lt;br /&gt;everything just froze,&lt;br /&gt;and thought the world around me has moved on&lt;br /&gt;my world has ceased to be what it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck like an old gramophone,&lt;br /&gt;ma heart plays only one tune ,&lt;br /&gt;which has your name as its only one  node&lt;br /&gt;from jan to mid june&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day we will break apart&lt;br /&gt;ya the day when you will say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;this frozen world will come apart&lt;br /&gt;and ya i know i will be torn apart&lt;br /&gt;fuck this world&lt;br /&gt;it can move us apart&lt;br /&gt;but it can never rerase the memories of which&lt;br /&gt;you are an undeletable part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Rocking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-5444054939893098353?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5444054939893098353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=5444054939893098353&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/5444054939893098353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/5444054939893098353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2008/10/wid-you-and-wid-out-you.html' title='Wid you and Wid out you ?'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-3839318131094504900</id><published>2008-09-15T23:59:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:59:48.798+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Run AWAY ?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had this urge to run away from a task , a place , a person or from yourself ??  Well&lt;br /&gt;i am having it . I want to run away from myself , i want to run away form this place , i want to run away yes but i don't know where i want to go ??? I don't know why i am stuck here in a paradox , i don't know what exams i have to give ?? I don't know what requests i have to fulfill i don't know what questions i have to answer and i don't know why i am like this ??&lt;br /&gt;All i know is somewhere inside me their is a fighter who just doesn't want to let me run , who still gives me hope , who still wants to see me as a winner even after defeat and more defeats , their is this someone who wants me to fight  and i will listen to him and walk again , for no matter what life for me is  TRYING AND TRYING TILL YOU SUCCEED .........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-3839318131094504900?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3839318131094504900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=3839318131094504900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/3839318131094504900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/3839318131094504900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/run-away.html' title='Run AWAY ?'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-8392527765813676819</id><published>2008-09-14T23:29:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:47:37.459+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Numb</title><content type='html'>Has it everhappened to you that your heart just goes NUMB , it feels nothing .......your mind stops working , well it happens in just two cases when u fall in love and when you fall out of it ....&lt;br /&gt;and in my case finally after a lot of struggling , lot of fighting i am free . So how does it feels to get your heart crushed ?? How does it feels to know that things did not work out ..... ah !! it feels a lil bad , but the point is the pain will subside in a few days and i can move on then , i can fly again like a free bird in this endless sky . So who do i blame for all this anguish ?? Frankly no one .. not even myself . I never knew things were like this that they will take a turn like this ...&lt;br /&gt;And good that it happened now , the sooner it had happened the better it would have been ....&lt;br /&gt;Good for me i hope , Anyways i hope one day i will be writing some thing positive about love too , i mean someday my day will come too .. when every damn thing wil work out , till then all i can do is hope and wait , and i do believe other word for hope is life so i have to live my life and hope .&lt;br /&gt;Gosh ..... the castle just broke , it had too i suppose anyways the pain will be buried with sands of Time , i am happy and i blame no one for this .... and its ok GOD .... you must have decided when i do get the one .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-8392527765813676819?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8392527765813676819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=8392527765813676819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/8392527765813676819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/8392527765813676819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/numb.html' title='Numb'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-6301875100354303658</id><published>2008-09-13T10:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:29:01.767+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>This day next year</title><content type='html'>hello everyone ... so howz life ?? hope everything is fine at your end .....its fine here at my end too. So i was just thinking and a thought struck me where will i be next year on this very day ...&lt;br /&gt;11 September 2009 .. I dnt know , but lets see i could be in bangalore or noida working for one of the 2 companies that selected me .. or maybe at home waiting for my joining i dont know ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the pint is i will not be here in JIET , i will not be here with my roomies....and i will miss them , well it seems funny i always wanted to get out of here , get rid of this place from my life but now as the time approaches to go , i am feeling a little bad ..........just a little yes !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-6301875100354303658?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6301875100354303658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=6301875100354303658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/6301875100354303658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/6301875100354303658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-day-next-year.html' title='This day next year'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-3967817974807288646</id><published>2008-09-06T21:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-06T22:11:51.857+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>life's challenging</title><content type='html'>ok ..so i am back here again writing dis piece the 56th of my bllog to be precise ...&lt;br /&gt;Life has been good all these days nothing interesting as such guess all 's fine .... i thought i was like falling in love but i got drowned i think ...anyways i am fine no worries at all ,  anyways we won an olmypic gold and 2 bronze medals .... this olympic and the media and the press is going ga ga over these sportstars ...ya they deserve everybit of it ...but give a thought to those also who were left out ..... we make these winners heroes and forget the others ..ok maybe it as not their day this time but still we can give them some attention , they are all national champions ofcourse ... anyways lets talk about me i am having this project on digital watermarking and seriously saying i dont know whats going to happen ? i dont know if i will complete it or not but yup i am enjoying the experience ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am enjoying this challenge of doing this thing and learning i dont care if i complete it or not but ya i hope it will be a journey worth undertaking .... guess many people dont get a chance to have an easy life like me , gosg maybe i am so lucky thank you god  :) ...&lt;br /&gt;once again dont know what all i have scribbled here its pretty random i didnt have any specifiec agenda  by the wa a friend asked me to scribble something about kashmir well i will only like to say  ,  no one has the right to play with the lives of people of  j&amp;amp;k , i dnt know the ground situation and frankly my friend who is in jammu right now said that media only tells half the story  , so based on it all i can say is that it could have been avoided if our politicians didnt want some bagful of votes ..... anyways till the next time good bye ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-3967817974807288646?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3967817974807288646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=3967817974807288646&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/3967817974807288646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/3967817974807288646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/lifes-challenging.html' title='life&apos;s challenging'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-4786268217647951336</id><published>2008-08-01T19:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-01T19:55:29.709+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>First of all i would like to start by thanking the almighty .....god thanks for everything . Life is very fulfilling at the moment and i hope it remains the same forever .......  so I am in fourth year and that is the newest things about me right now .... and i am for a change having lots of time at my disposal ... Luck has been on ma side and i have met some wonderful people too ... one of hem has become ma close friend . Anyways there has been these flurry of bomb blasts among various parts of our country and i am aghast . I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know where are we heading really , the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;government&lt;/span&gt; machinery has really failed i mean check out the current status of India .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inflation in double digits , Bomb blasts , pollution level rising  , weak economy its been a very challenging time and government has failed to deliver ...... and who can forget &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MP's&lt;/span&gt;  holding up bundles of notes in the parliament ... i am not anti &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;upa&lt;/span&gt; or pro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nda&lt;/span&gt; but this plight of country is terrifying and i know its very easy to sit up and right ...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what i am doing but at the moment i don't think i can do much ...Hopefully things will settle down .. and perhaps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;government&lt;/span&gt; can't do much about inflation because i myself wrote an article last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt; in which i told about the Oil Production peaking . Peak Level is the level where we get maximum oil from our existing resources all over the world .... Anyways CAT is coming and well i am sorry for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; cause i have lost out on this year for sure .... i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dnt&lt;/span&gt; know i have been kind of confused after getting a job that  should give cat or work c&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ause&lt;/span&gt; i think a hands on industry experience will do me a world of good , then maybe after two years i can give it a shot ....anyways this is the only option left i think .... what else ?? well yes can anyone tell me how can we stop ourselves from falling in love . Absurd question i think and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think it has an answer , i am of the opinion that as you cant stop heart from beating ,mind from thinking you cant stop urself form luving someone ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-4786268217647951336?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4786268217647951336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=4786268217647951336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/4786268217647951336'/><link rel='self' 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neha saying "how do you fdefine happines?"&lt;br /&gt;well i thought over it and came up with this answer that you are happy when ou are satisfied ..it works like this if you are satisfied with your life even though you be a miser you'll be happy and if you have everything still you arent content than you will never be happy ....&lt;br /&gt;i dnt know i am norta philosopher but i realised this while i was orking on a project last week i took me three hours to get a simple module working ,three hours of intense hardwork applying all the concepts i have learnt and when that module worked i felt happy ...cause i was satisfied ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that all of us end up running after thing instead of just being satisfied and enjoyinh what we have ... some of us including me ( i being no exception ) are not happy because we are searching for love  maybe not having a gal friend makes us happy ,some of us want more and more money ,some want a more trendier hair style ,cell phone whatever ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know maybe its satisfaction what we should crave for instead of being happy and happiness ,hopefully will be ours then ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-6783163820574640817?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6783163820574640817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=6783163820574640817&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/6783163820574640817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/6783163820574640817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2008/06/happyness.html' title='Happyness'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-5145635326162589527</id><published>2008-06-13T20:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-13T20:51:03.151+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real me?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyness'/><title type='text'>Satisfaction --will i ever find it ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/edwardolive/917375486/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/edwardolive/917375486/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know .i have two jobs but i am not that happy . i have so many friends a good life better then many people but i am not happy .. i want more i dont know why ?? i am just not satisfied . inside me there is an urge to grow to prove myself again .to have baptism by fire again   why ?? i dnt know perhaps because somethings just didnot went according to what i thought ..u know  today i experience one of the worst feeling of life where u have everything still you feel like a miser ..an insane freak running after happiness  ... and whenever i am looking to be happy ,it moves away ...god kicks it further  ..nah its not god its destiny ...but i will trudge on   ,i will live cause life is this ..living for new goals ,new ambitions and Pursuing that insatiable  dream of being happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-5145635326162589527?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5145635326162589527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=5145635326162589527&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/5145635326162589527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/5145635326162589527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2008/06/satisfaction-will-i-ever-find-it.html' title='Satisfaction --will i ever find it ??'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-514883607796290829</id><published>2008-05-17T14:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-17T14:12:30.050+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seniors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>ADIOS SENIORS</title><content type='html'>Its tome to say, a FINAL Good Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piece is dedicated to all my seniors ..Thank you all  these are my thoughts as I wave a final good bye .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever noticed water in an ocean it coalesce to form waves of different sizes ,it rises up high and then breaks into small droplets as it reaches the shore …….&lt;br /&gt;This is what I feel when i sit here writing this as a Final Goodbye to my seniors ….. We all came together ,through JIET and had wonderful moments …..and now you have reached the shore and now we have to break …just as the waves do when it reaches the shore.  Its been an association which I will cherish my entire life time . I have had memories with all my seniors which I will fondly remember my entire life time . &lt;br /&gt;The memories are still fresh when I was ragged and made to sing songs in front of entire bus ….when I was made to dance on KAJRA RE …..and made to run all over the place bringing water for my seniors ….&lt;br /&gt;But all these form a part of sweetest memories things that I’ll proudly tell my grand children someday.  After this initial  so called ragging period life was fun and as my friend told me last month “our senior ragged us for one month and we have been ragging them (troubling ) them next three years …..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seniors always stood by us for everything , still remember when I used to go to their room for studying , sometimes going to their room just fr masti and sometimes discussing my projects and all …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then came placements , and I can say that I owe a lot to my seniors . I remember how many times I went to their rooms for giving all those mock interviews ,I remember the times when they used to wait for us to conduct GD’s…the pain they took in coming to our room  for everyday and conducting GD’s . The sincerity with which they  corrected  all the papers and gave us our scores the very next day ……&lt;br /&gt;It will be hard to live the next year without you , It will be a little strange that we will not have to call SIR to anyone  …I will be a little disappointing not to imitate our seniors …This  BLOG which I write also came about after reading the blog of one of our senior’s. It will be hard to live without your guidance and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water in the waves spread and distribute but it does come back to the ocean again when it rains , yeah I agree we have to separate and move on but the bond that we share will always keep us united . …..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck to all of you ……. SIR’s  stay in touch….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-514883607796290829?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/514883607796290829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=514883607796290829&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/514883607796290829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/514883607796290829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2008/05/adios-seniors.html' title='ADIOS SENIORS'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-5195586525781889613</id><published>2008-05-08T19:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:20:59.168+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>As i look inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38VpD41aIew/SCMHNOPoLyI/AAAAAAAAABU/FAvsk3YCLNo/s1600-h/gather_my_thoughts_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198006318659022626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38VpD41aIew/SCMHNOPoLyI/AAAAAAAAABU/FAvsk3YCLNo/s320/gather_my_thoughts_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look inside,&lt;br /&gt;I find a fighter ,&lt;br /&gt;Who loves his self respect more than&lt;br /&gt;Anything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look inside,&lt;br /&gt;I find a child,&lt;br /&gt;eager to learn,&lt;br /&gt;All the lessons&lt;br /&gt;Life has to offer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look inside&lt;br /&gt;I find an idiot&lt;br /&gt;Who sometimes does not know&lt;br /&gt;What to say and what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look inside,&lt;br /&gt;I find a taciturn&lt;br /&gt;Who has so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And so much to tell&lt;br /&gt;But will never say them when they should be told……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look inside&lt;br /&gt;I find a winner&lt;br /&gt;Who fought &amp;amp; won&lt;br /&gt;When peple around him gave up and cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look inside&lt;br /&gt;I find a looser&lt;br /&gt;Who never told &amp;amp; gave up&lt;br /&gt;Someone things he&lt;br /&gt;Should have tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look inside&lt;br /&gt;I find a coward&lt;br /&gt;Who gave in&lt;br /&gt;When everybody stood up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look inside&lt;br /&gt;I find an insatiate&lt;br /&gt;Running this never ending race&lt;br /&gt;to fulfill his dreams&lt;br /&gt;some body tell him&lt;br /&gt;this world cannot be ruled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look inside&lt;br /&gt;I find a stupid&lt;br /&gt;Who is looking for happiness in future&lt;br /&gt;Without enjoying the present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look inside&lt;br /&gt;I find a soul&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to be loved&lt;br /&gt;Some body tell&lt;br /&gt;Him love is no where to be sold&lt;br /&gt;And something are never said&lt;br /&gt;Believe me they are not even told&lt;br /&gt;But They are only understood ……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what I find when I look inside ……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever tok a look inside What do you all find ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-5195586525781889613?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5195586525781889613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=5195586525781889613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/5195586525781889613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/5195586525781889613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2008/05/as-i-look-inside.html' title='As i look inside'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_38VpD41aIew/SCMHNOPoLyI/AAAAAAAAABU/FAvsk3YCLNo/s72-c/gather_my_thoughts_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-6806410760166498304</id><published>2008-05-04T20:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-04T22:44:46.592+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Half Century !!! Yipee</title><content type='html'>So here it goes .. this is my fiftieth post . What started as a naive attempt to put on script my thoughts soon grew into an obsession and i am here writing my fiftieth post ..... Well i was waiting for this one ... so when i opened my blogspots and saw i had 49 posts and this will be my 50th i now plan to write what i thought to write in my 51st post and write something about the people who read my blog in ths post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to all my readers&lt;br /&gt;Reeti Di &amp;amp; Rupali di , UMANG,NEHA ,Aditi ,Chetna,Sameer Sir ,Anupam sir and Mrinal  and Sharvani&lt;br /&gt; Thanks for your comments and keen insights , its been a wonderful journey till now and i hope the same continues forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-6806410760166498304?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6806410760166498304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=6806410760166498304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/6806410760166498304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/6806410760166498304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2008/05/half-century-yipee.html' title='Half Century !!! Yipee'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-9131241911098535628</id><published>2008-04-29T22:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:20:59.346+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Live &amp; let live</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_38VpD41aIew/SBdVZSPmP0I/AAAAAAAAABM/qDrOeefaWcg/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194714588077506370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_38VpD41aIew/SBdVZSPmP0I/AAAAAAAAABM/qDrOeefaWcg/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Live and Let live this is the new motto of my life after some incidents which happened between me and my friends recently . I don't know how i became so involved in thir life that i forgot i had a life of my own too ........ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont know why but ya i am sorry as it turns out to be you often end up becoming what you hate becoming the most,maybe the same thing happened with me but now i have realised my mistakes and i think i will not be that overpossesive idioot anymore who is giving his advices to everybody even when no body needs it . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways these days these has been a lot of focus on my hairstyle so i would like to mention it here that ya i paid 350 bucks for it but the past part is i m loving it ,though at that time it thought the barber overcharged and made a fool out of me . Some of my friends got inspired and got a hair style themselves but i wil like to tell you mine's the best ... cause i am the best he he ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some lessons are thought by life itself ,yup i will remember this and try to mind my own life ....&lt;/div&gt;Added a pic ...so you can all see where the 350 bucks went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-9131241911098535628?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/9131241911098535628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=9131241911098535628&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/9131241911098535628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/9131241911098535628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2008/04/live-let-live.html' title='Live &amp; let live'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_38VpD41aIew/SBdVZSPmP0I/AAAAAAAAABM/qDrOeefaWcg/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-2552677712803215539</id><published>2008-04-23T07:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-22T20:34:17.092+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences ....'/><title type='text'>Placements</title><content type='html'>Well finally i am blogging after a gap of over two months and it feels great to be back here , First of all i would like to inform all of you that i have cracked two companies &lt;br /&gt;Torry Harris Bussiness Solutions &amp; Tech Mahindra . So all the hardwork of last five to six months and thirteen to fourteen Years paid off . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like of u to read a piece i wrote in october lat year  in which i wrote in the concluding paragraph&lt;br /&gt;"I hope each one of us end up somewhere ….. for this will give us the satisfaction the past three years and twelve before it was fruitful and it was not a mistake to spend them .&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I do often get the feeling that I may breakdown in front of my interviewers but I am being optimistic about it I would like to say for now let the wheel roll …. Whatever future holds I now I am in for some serious fun … and I hope this Jan ’08 will be a happy hunting ground from me .."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this post i talked about satisfaction and now i know i was very very incorrect to have written it. Placements are important but they can never be used as a barometer to judge our entire academics. SO what is placements all about ?? many of my juniors have popped this question to me . well let me give you my perspective &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placements hmm a normal guy do dream about getting placed when he opts for a college that is before the first year had begun itself , we join a college on the basis of its placement even i took this decision to come to GUNA cause i knew that i will have an option to sit for placements in NOIDA. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways lets start with the real story  ...About placements ... well i seriously believed that no matter what the result is at time of placements i would have fun but well until i got my first placement life was no fun at all . lemme tell u about it from starting &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all were told from our seniors that to qualify in the written we have to cheat .. Well you like it or not that’s a fact i am very bad at cheating ,i never cheat in my minors but here i knew or i was made to believe that i will have to cheat to get through and all of our class was divided into small groups . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job was to do English first and pass it on to my group members and i had to get Quant from them . That's the way we prepared.... but when we went to NOIDA our group was divided due to seating arrangement i remember the look on faces of my group members ... everyone was scared , many gave up . and said "Ab kya hoga." Well anyhow we managed to get some people then there was this fight for seating arrangement who will sit of the first bench .........  somehow everything was sorted and we all made a seating plan . My row was fourth or fifth for INFY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INFY had two main sections for written , Logical Reasoning and English with Sectional cut offs in both .Logical was first .... i did the paper but as we haven’t practiced Logical (we had given more emphasis on QUANT) i lost out. i could not get the answers from my group as invigilation was tough and i was not that good in cheating but in English i did my job and some how all the people from my group barring me cleared the written,&lt;br /&gt;i was crestfallen but that’s what happens sometime , it was my first company and the easiest company but i let it go through , the pain was hard to bear ... &lt;br /&gt;Then there was also the case that 114 from our insti cleared the cut but names of 57 were announced i don't know the truth of it but i do think this can happen ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways wipro was next this time arrangement was different and i had my own group we managed to clear the cut-off ,but i was chalked out in technical , we were told that wipro will ask everything from the subjects we write on out resume ..well that was not the case i was asked everything from subjects that i didn't write in my resume.&lt;br /&gt;So i was disappointed yea , people around me were getting placed what will happen with me ?? I thought will i be able to clear any company at all . i could see around my people leaving (those who got selected ) and people crying ...  i was out of my mind ,i told my mom "MUJHE kuch samaj nahi aa rha kya ho rha hai." but my mom like always gave me &lt;br /&gt;confidence. I remember telling het the day before Torry Harris "Placement hogi to zaroor par pta nahi kab hogi." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways new day ,new company and new round for written .Torry Harris had written round as technical ,i brushed up my ds concepts a day before the company came . I remember guys from noida telling me Ab nahi hoga . at that moment it felt very depressing but i just carried on revising and preparing for thbs .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i cleared the written with ease , next i guess they were looking for people who were proficient in written as well as spoken english. We were told to sell a bottle of Aquafina in the gd round so all the gd's and extempos that i did before going to NOIDA helped. &lt;br /&gt;I cleared this round . Finally we have a TI+HR round  where very simple c concepts were asked and well I was placed . &lt;br /&gt;When my name was called i was not happy ,not sad but relieved , relieved that i was finally through . ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so was it luck or hardwork ?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i can answer this after i tell you about Accenture and Tech Mahindra , at accenture i never went in for cracking the company , i wanted to see my friends through unfortunately only one of them could get through in writtn and he also lost out in GD. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know but he alleges that one of his friends spoke his points , i dont know what to say about this . In fact i am sorry if this has happened and it should not have happened. &lt;br /&gt;In accenture only the unplaced were supposed to have gone through but i could not believe myself when i saw that more of placed students got through again , in short i was made a fool . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways Life moves on and it didn't hurt much .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i decided that if i go to noida again i would go all out for second company and thats what i did . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time around i had no group only two memebers were left out of six or seven and i was virtually thrown out of my own group , i felt suffocated even in wide open campus. &lt;br /&gt;These trips to NOIDA are not a picnic , they are meant to drain you phsically and mentally .&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow i cleared the written , technical was an agonisingly long wait . We were requied to assemble at around  nine in the morning. when the first results were out only 4 out of 30 got though for HR. We gave up all hope , my turn for TI came at around 6:30 in the evening ,sitting a LT all day was very draining and frustrating ,i was asled concepts of OS,C,C++,DBMS and in haven't even touched the book since my first placement . So it had been a month but still i managed to crack the TI . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO coming back to the question was it luck or hardwork ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a mixture of both . Luck because i went into the pannel of person who had an IT background ,hardwork because my concepts were so thorough that even after a month i could answer almost all question my interviewer asked , and then came those words " Amit you have tremendous Potentioal just be a lil more open,you have a bright future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm after wipro these lines sound like music to me ... truly speaking i am just an average student with a g.p.a of  6.7 but this cooment made me believe that all that i studied didnt go waste. I will never forget these lines my entire lifetime. I can only say u have to work hard to get lucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i had an HR and i was through .... this time i was not relieved but i was satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;So friends placements for me has been a journey in which i came to know more about myself, more about the was this world works and i can see myself growing up and waking up to realities of this world .  All I can say is Don’t LOOSE HOPE after INFY and WIPRO . There are many more companies . Work on all your subjects because you can be asked  anything and in the HR be yourself .   Have Faith in YOURSELF ,&lt;br /&gt;ONE of my seniors Amil Sir told me this after Wipro  &lt;br /&gt;“ No one can take away what you deserve “. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what I thought when I prepared for thbs and that is what I want all those who are left to think and all tho0se who will face the placements in years to come .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I would like to thank following seniors and friends for their support …..with you all  this would have been a very difficult ride . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amil Sir, Sameer sir ,Avinash sir,  Moitra sir ,Pranab sir ….  Thank you all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rupali didi &amp; reeti didi thank for for your guidance and  Sharvani  thanks fr that message I will always remember it  when chips are down ..&lt;br /&gt;  And last but not the least  Thanks to the Man upstairs who gave me two companies instead on one and their were times when I was thinking will I be able to crack even one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-2552677712803215539?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2552677712803215539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=2552677712803215539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/2552677712803215539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/2552677712803215539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2008/04/placements.html' title='Placements'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-5245409014988529948</id><published>2008-02-16T22:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-16T22:44:12.283+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real me?'/><title type='text'>Not Afraid AnyMore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gasolinealleyantiques.com/images/Nodders%20Page/nod-smile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.gasolinealleyantiques.com/images/Nodders%20Page/nod-smile.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya the monster is there but i am not afraid anymore , i mean i can't stop anyone from liking anyone . All i can do is open my heart up and leave the rest to the person upstairs , so i dont fear the monster anymore .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is what i scribbled some days ago on my cell , thats what i am half of my writings are first done on my cell my NokiA 1100 --- really love you . u r my notepad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming back to the lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things go through my mind ,&lt;br /&gt;when i think of you,&lt;br /&gt;how will it be with you,&lt;br /&gt;what will i do without you&lt;br /&gt;in the end&lt;br /&gt;i am just happy to know you ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup , whatever has to happen will happen , life will move on it doesn't stop for anyone but i'll always be there for her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-5245409014988529948?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5245409014988529948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=5245409014988529948&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/5245409014988529948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/5245409014988529948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-afraid-anymore.html' title='Not Afraid AnyMore'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-6926098804227949180</id><published>2008-02-10T20:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:20:59.836+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Will die without you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_38VpD41aIew/R68NxEW6NFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/06IYisJOoYI/s1600-h/shattered_tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165362434251830354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_38VpD41aIew/R68NxEW6NFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/06IYisJOoYI/s320/shattered_tears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i had a dream,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in which there were just me &amp;amp; you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to me you were my world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;evrybody left us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but still with you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my world was perfect &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then from somewhere came &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a monster ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whom i could not overpower,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he told me he wants to take you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i decided &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will die &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but not let her take you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for i am all but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;finished about you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just can't let you go !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is for the most beautiful person in my life , i hope we'll be friends forever  and the monster will never take you ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-6926098804227949180?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6926098804227949180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=6926098804227949180&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/6926098804227949180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/6926098804227949180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2008/02/will-die-without-you.html' title='Will die without you'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_38VpD41aIew/R68NxEW6NFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/06IYisJOoYI/s72-c/shattered_tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-7187923260130357862</id><published>2008-02-07T21:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:15:59.648+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>SoMe QuoTEs</title><content type='html'>Ok people life has been pretty kind on me in last few days , i mean i won Graffiti contest among 60 odd enteries it was one crazy thing as i bunked a class to participate in this competition .Normally i am a study &amp;amp; study -- in short Borin sort of guy . Anyways i was lucky to win it but no i am not writing that winning quote here but i am writing some of ones which i wrote over the last weekend , and there are stuck on a chart right behind my bed . So here are some of these . All self composed ofcourse!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are down,&lt;br /&gt;when your backs are against the walls,&lt;br /&gt;when nothin's going right&lt;br /&gt;Its the time&lt;br /&gt;when we meet the real us .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't become strong or weak by our appearance,&lt;br /&gt;A strong person is who ,&lt;br /&gt;when odds are stacked against him ,&lt;br /&gt;Rises Up &amp;amp; fights !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone fears fear,&lt;br /&gt;But one who defeats it&lt;br /&gt;Conquers this World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evryone can ride the tide&lt;br /&gt;and get success,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be the first to go against the tide&lt;br /&gt;and still get "SUCCESS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life the only thing which you can't afford to loose is Hope &amp;amp; Confidence .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy reading this one as much i Enjoyed posting it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not the least Thank you good , for everything !!!&lt;br /&gt;cheerz \m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-7187923260130357862?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7187923260130357862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=7187923260130357862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/7187923260130357862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/7187923260130357862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2008/02/some-quotes.html' title='SoMe QuoTEs'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-2045227155506727041</id><published>2008-02-01T22:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-01T23:11:14.688+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real me?'/><title type='text'>i don't know ??</title><content type='html'>well this one is one of those posts which wasnt planned at all ,is as spontaneous  as it can get. hmm i have been thinking who i am ?? Sounds a little philosophical but then i guess everyone does think about himself at a stage in his life and well i found myself to be an "Overpossesive Idiot" at times , i just love my family, my friends and sometimes  i can just do anything for them that crosses the limits of decency , i don't know but i can't just cure this disease of mine , i mean being overpossesive for family is fine but for friends i don't think so cause at the end of day everyone has their own lves and maybe they don't like you to interfear in their lives ?? &lt;br /&gt;I want to shutup all my emotions inside me and act like a stone but i can't i just can't .  I don't know but if i don't cure this cancer maybe i will suffer someday . God knows what will happen if future but i hope things fall my way .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-2045227155506727041?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2045227155506727041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=2045227155506727041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/2045227155506727041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/2045227155506727041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-dont-know.html' title='i don&apos;t know ??'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-3136437261112918083</id><published>2008-01-13T15:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-13T16:09:27.344+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guna ??'/><title type='text'>Guna Mysteries Part -2</title><content type='html'>Hmm ,its a mere coincidence that my last two trips to Guna have been quite intersting and strange ones . About my first trip i wrote a post "Magic or Mafia " and writing about this one now ,about the yeterday'a trip. My friend had to get his ups' battery changed so we went tyo Guna at a comp shop (Not giving you the name cause its a Blog i would like you to be more concerned about what o want to day rather then names.),in all we were three persons two from Himachal and one from U.P. We gave the U.P.S and the shopkeeper told us to come back in an hour to collect the UPS. ,when we came back we saw the ups wasn't properly closed so we told the shop keeper to unscrew the nuts and close it,as we stood there waiting a man came with a carton of a printer . This guy worked for a person and  this person has instructed him to give the carton in this shop. This guy told the shop keeper about it ,but owing to a dispute shopkeeper refused to keep it instead he satrted beating this guy up with help of other recruits of his shop.&lt;br /&gt;Finally shopkeeper himself threw the chairs of his shop down and called the police and complained that a guy had come and ransacked his shop .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there and was quite aghast to see what was going on , i mean what the hell was this?? Thid guy first beat the hell out of this poor servant and then called uo the police and with the help of his employees got him impridoned . I never thought that such things can happen , i tell all of you guys out there " this world is Harsh"  but this came at no suprise to my friend who was from UP he said this happens every other day in his town --- all i can say is we as a society can progress ,if we keep having people like this  who use contacts,power and influence  to their advantage . Its a curse to be an "POOR INDIAN " all along last two years i have realised this wheter it was that lady in train begging for a seat of this guy being muzzled and tormented by a shopkeeper, i mean this guy was made a scape goat, he was just doing what his employeer told him .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich people in India are having a ball,going to discos , nightclubs eating and drinking ther hearts out but when it comes to these people  "no body cares"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont now when will that time come when this  Ammerraj ends , India is not a democracy its a Rickocracy where if you have Rokra you can have anything ......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-3136437261112918083?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3136437261112918083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=3136437261112918083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/3136437261112918083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/3136437261112918083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2008/01/guna-mysteries-part-2.html' title='Guna Mysteries Part -2'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-4345595110436029542</id><published>2008-01-04T21:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-04T21:52:35.541+05:30</updated><title type='text'>First Post!! 2008</title><content type='html'>Happy New year everyone, hmm its 10:57AM on   January 1, 2008 and look what I am doing , I am blogging again , but those of you think I don’t have time for anything else can go for a walk  I am blogging cause all through the torrid times my blog has been my best friend, its in my blog where I like to pour open my heart, it has everything of me. Everything that I would like to write …. Ok so coming to 2008 well I have been waiting for this year since the day I entered college. This is the year I get to write CAT. This is the year when I get to face campus and ya I have to do well , Life Is About to CHANGE  and I hope things will go my way and as far as that special one is concerned ,I hope I will find u this year .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever happens I promise myself that I will not give up on myself or my life, I will remain optimistic and though things may get a bit dull I would not give up  my spark . 2008 I promise you that you’ll be one of that year in which I will really work hard without expecting anything, I will enjoy each and everything I do and live “this very moment” to best of my Abilities.  If anything is got to be done its “got to be done NOW. Its now OR Never.” …. Rock on\m/ and winding this up with a quotation from Father Ambrose D’Souza “IF IT’S GOING TO BE IT’S UPTO ME.” I remember each and every word sir and yes if I want it I will do it, no question about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-4345595110436029542?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4345595110436029542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=4345595110436029542&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/4345595110436029542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/4345595110436029542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-post-2008.html' title='First Post!! 2008'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-5899898473317177909</id><published>2007-12-27T15:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-27T15:46:28.553+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Santa</title><content type='html'>DEAR Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last few days I have been thinking, and I have been thinking hard about why I feel so alone and so helpless at times. Why I feel that ‘nobody cares’ and mystically enough I have been coming up with joyful answers. I believe that it doesn’t matter if no one cares cause I have a loving family which cares and that’s what I need everything else at the moment is materialistic. There have been some failures in last few months which have heart breaking but despite that my heart, mind body and soul wants me to try once again and so will I. Often I have quietly accepted thing lying down , I have silently said to myself “ You Can’t have Everything In Life” and moved on but na not this time. I believe it is time to rise up and fight. I believe it’s the time to give it a whole hearted try ,cause five to ten years down the lane I would not like to cry over lost opportunities. I think its time to shed all my inhibitions ,all my fears and be reborn . Revitalized with a new verve to take on the challenges this world has to offer. It will be tough times I know and I will miss you my friend , but I guess I will overcome it cause there are people who stand behind me like a rock and I know no matter what the situation is they will always be there, Thank you god and Thank you my Family.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so here is my new year resolution that whenever I am down I will remember my family and day to myself well do hell with this world , I will do live for them ,and above all I will live for myself. I know all through these 19 years of existence I have held myself back , I have underestimated my abilities but from now on I promise myself to give it a shot no matter what the result it. After all its my life  and I want my decisions to shape it. So all I can say is it would have been great if you would have been here with me my estranged friend ,but even if you are not life isn’t that bad . Merry Christmas and a happy new year. Hope this is one of the most successful years of my life and to all those people who cared to read this well hope you have a great year too .&lt;br /&gt; Cheerz !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Santa&lt;br /&gt; I hope i keep my promises&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-5899898473317177909?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5899898473317177909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=5899898473317177909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/5899898473317177909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/5899898473317177909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/12/letter-to-santa.html' title='Letter to Santa'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-6554457578336754165</id><published>2007-12-06T10:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-06T11:03:02.652+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>DREAMS</title><content type='html'>Tagged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://confessedsinner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Neha &lt;/a&gt; tagged me. Earlier Umang also tagged me but I was a lil busy so couldn’t reply  . I am sorry ,but here I am free . I am at home these days and having all day at my disposal . The world it seems has come to a halt.&lt;br /&gt;After all those hectic exams it is a  relief but more importantly its time I must utilize for preparing myself for placements coming up in February. I hope I will enjoy my self at the campus.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways coming back to tag , you have to tell about your dreams . Now I am a day dreamer , all day I think about my dreams . Sometimes , I want to start my own business by  opening a Small Stock Analyzing Company which helps people become rich by giving them advice on which stocks they should buy .  Other times I would like to try a hand at the services sector , taking on lease the cafeteria of my college and running it 24*7 . Make no mistake about it I will yield a turnover of 50 – 60 lakhs annually ,given the lack of any good  restaurants  in the vicinity of my college  but of both of these things to happen , I need to do  Mba  from a good college and that’s what my dream is . With cat only a year away I dream of making it to one of  the premier instis like in the iim’s and having a challenging time there . Its not going to be easy but then that’s how dreams are meant to be . They are meant to push you , till you reach the pinnacle isn’t it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have lived a life in these instis ,through all the pictures , one of my friend is in iim –a ,and he is my constant inspiration .   I hope one day I’ll be there too , hmmm so much for the professional dreams .&lt;br /&gt;On a personal level nothing gives me more satisfaction the writing , I would love to be a writer perhaps write a column occasionally for a newspaper  sometime in future . Dreams … hmmm&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling it would be that millions of people are reading what u wrote and that’s putting a smile on their faces !! What you write makes them forget all their troubles for a few moments . or gives them courage to stand up and fight back .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a  dream to open an Ngo which will help all street children by educating them . This is the thing I want to do , and for this I need money and my business I hope ,will be providing me with funds.What else ?? I have a lot of dreams I can go on till eternity but yaa I dream about finding that one special person people call “ LOVE”. Yup one day I would like to be crazy about someone ,love someone so much that I can put my existence on hold for that person .&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least I would like to fulfill every expectation my mom and dad have from me . Mom  you are my rock , you have really been with me through my tough times , and I assure you one day you’ll be very Proud of me ---Luv you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks neha , if you hadn’t tagged me I would have never written these things down and this is the sort of post I really needed to write to push myself at this hour .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-6554457578336754165?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6554457578336754165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=6554457578336754165&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/6554457578336754165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/6554457578336754165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/12/dreams.html' title='DREAMS'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-6352301387502503119</id><published>2007-11-10T16:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-10T17:11:24.131+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Magic or Mafia ??</title><content type='html'>ok folks happy diwali to all of you . Diwali for me wasnt that great , i was in my college missed home and mall (pun intended). Anyways my college is in Guna (m.p) a remote place though it is theconstituency of Scindia's ,who are in fact the rulers of erst Gwalior . Perhaps they are busy with the politics in delhi and dnt care for the people here whom they take for granted as they are their Raja . Ok leaving the politics aside , Guna being a remote place  has a lot of weird people ,their are A gang of Dakuus here too ( phulan devi Types).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i banged into one of these people yesterday on diwali .It was dusk ,sun was biddind a goodbye and i was in a hurry to return to my campus.I had gone to Guna (main city ,college bein 30ks off it) to buy some crackers,candles etc . I am my friend were going to bus stop when a baggar came and asked for a rupee. It was Diwali ,i did not wanted to turn away this beggar i didnt had a ruppe so i gave him a coin of two instead and was about to proceed when this Man asked me to take his blessings.  I thought why not , he picked up a stone ,and from no where another person came around , i dnt know what had happened to my mind as i never noticed his presence . i guess when we are busy we dnt really care about minute things , so this person came up i never protested his coming . The beggar took up a pebble and then second person (who came up recently) told me to wrap it up in a note . I looked in my purse and saw i had only a thousand note and two hundred notes , i took out one and wraped the pebble in it . The person now made me fold my hand into a Mutthi , and kept one of his hand over it , then he made me close my eyes and recite "Jai Mata Dii" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i opened this mutthi to my amazement and horror ,my Rs 100 had changed into a locket . i was dumbstruck . I never realised when the 100 rs note slipped out of my hand and turned into a locket .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was it magic or a trick&lt;/strong&gt; ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am left wondering still but i guess it was a trick , these person told me to keep the locket with me always and went away .Now with all this happening , i wasnt alone my friend was woth me too . He managed to fool both of us .I still dont know how he managed to get that 100 bucks out and slip in the Tabeez . I kept the tabeez in a temple as my friends advised me , but still kind of&lt;br /&gt;bugs me as to how this person made a fool out of me too easily , I decided to have no mercy on begaars anymore , world is so callous i used to think . I guess incidents like these makes people callous and i am being no exception afterall fr this money my parents had to toils hard &gt; though i was lucky it could have been a thousands note too .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i do admire this person's "hath ki safai" as my friend said . Black magic said another friend but i am still wondering , though would love to meet this person again and this time i will be prepared with a fake note .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways when we come across these situation i dnt know what happens to our mind , i believe all people must have had experiences when the mind doesn't know whats happening. This was a game and a trick i realised later cause i started talking with a beggar when the other person saw i was in their trap and i had given them a coin ,only then he came out of no-where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he befooled me as if i was a baby , it was a weird experience and i think i will be much more careful next time ,these persons always target you when ypou are alone or if you are not in a big group .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its important to be a little vigilant cause these persons will rob you in front of your eyes and worse you cant even label them as theives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-6352301387502503119?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6352301387502503119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=6352301387502503119&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/6352301387502503119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/6352301387502503119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/11/magic-or-mafia.html' title='Magic or Mafia ??'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-6311687144848406580</id><published>2007-10-29T22:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-29T23:29:13.036+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salute you indian army'/><title type='text'>kargil::from mouth of a soldier</title><content type='html'>Another train journey and here I am with another varied experience. Na its not about poor people this time .Its about the people who fight for you, its about people who lay their life for you and you don’t even know them, its about people who risk their life every time so that you can live safely in your home, its about the people who don’t get to see their families or celebrate festivals with them are they not privileged enough??? Na it’s not about privilege. Maybe they are the luckiest people around because they are serving their Motherland.  No marks for guessing now, ya it’s about our soldiers who are there fighting for us at the border, keeping vigil. There are those bodos in Assam  with their deadly traps , the naxals in Andhra , and pak funded terrorists in J&amp;amp;K  .If it hadn’t been for such a strong army India would have dissolved into small states a long time ago .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this person oh I must correct myself , I met this soldier belonging to 4th  Para Jumpers at delhi .He was traveling to Agra. In a free wheeling conversation between my friend ,myself and  this jawan this is what I gotta hear and conclude ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy belonged to himachal , ok you can accuse me of being a state chauvinist  but this conversation owe its origin to the fact that three of us belonged to same state , anyways moving further . I was not much interested about this guy and went to my berth in the coach but when the topic of kargil came about I was forced to stand up and listen .  The soldier said &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Before this we have only seen wars in many films but it was Kargil which gave us an opportunity to  fight one. We were told that it was a normal jump and air lifted from Agra. Some of people did not have their lunch too but soon they realized it was not normal jump as they were no parachutes around , it was time for Action .”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what the hell was Indian Army thinking , how can they lift soldiers up without telling them where they are going  , the  people landed in Srinagar  an hour and half later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people were not allowed to leave the premises of the airport and same place  where food for 500  people was used for cooking food for 3000 people. There was a fracas for food , with people josting for a single munch , anyways it was time of war and I guess the people had no other option but too satiate their hunger  by tasting blood rather then food.&lt;br /&gt;After food these people were given dress and ammunition , mainly a gun and a bag weighing 25kgs containing first aid, some pills of vitamins .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked him about how many days you can survive in these pills in their bag he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ two days  . and added that their task was to relieve the jawans of Rajputana  Rifles (who were fighting in the peaks ) , they were to supply them with ammo,food and medicines and fight and go further top of the hill and try to capture the peak .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Strategy  was simple :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE were divided into buddy pairs  the mantra was “ Survival .  chahe job hi hoo jaaye  saathi ki jaan naa jaane paaye.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and their order was to kill the enemy and capture the peak at all costs .   The enemy he said mainly were jawans of Pakistan . now all of us knew that first casualty of Kargil War was Amol Kalia  and then Saurabh Kalia respectively ,  from the body of Saurabh Kalia eight kgs of nails were recovered , he quipped . Saying that every pore in his body had a nail hammered into it. All his nails were ripped off .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he told about his own role telling us that he fought for 52 days , supplying soldiers with medicines ,ammo and battling enemy . He said for four days continuously at a strech he had no food  , One incident he told about was how he gave water to a Pakistani soldier  who fell to his feet begging . Humanity does exist in that battlefield  as well where you can  fell prey to that hungry bullet searching for your body anytime .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bofors ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Controversy or no controversy bofors did the job for us ,told the Jawan. He said that it shook everything each and every bunker of the enemy .&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of bunkers he said that the enemy made permanent cemented bunkers on the top of peaks and filled them with ammunition which could last years .  They had even captured schools in some locations . The air force he said was helpful but never had much accuracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When I reached home I had beard, my face was chaffed, hair was sticky as resembled that of a sadhu , and my body stinked told the jawan .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-6311687144848406580?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6311687144848406580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=6311687144848406580&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/6311687144848406580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/6311687144848406580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/10/kargilfrom-mouth-of-soldier.html' title='kargil::from mouth of a soldier'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-4148670939876856286</id><published>2007-10-25T11:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-25T11:23:36.752+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insta-thing'/><title type='text'>Some Serious Stuff</title><content type='html'>Ok people , i told some of you that i work as a free lancer for a site , well many of you asked me to show what i write to get paid. Well money mor me never mattered its just 40 buks for a post but its the feeling you get when one of the peices you write is selected by the editors . I do this for creative gratification non the less ,its gotta be done seriously else the post is  rejected here comes one of my recent posts which was accepted  by the editors of the site ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World oil production peaked in 2006 and is likely to reduce to half of current production in 2030 . Peak Oil represents the situation when amount of oil that can be extracted in a year begins to decline , because geological limitations are reached. Digging up of oil becomes more and more difficult ,so the costs increase and oil production decreases. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This decline in production is due to reduction of pressure in the oil fields. This reduction in pressure takes place as we drill oil. It becomes necessary to inject gases in the oil wells to increase pressure. Finally, even when this ceases to keep up the production oil is pumped up at a slow rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germany based Energy Watch Group , an association of scientists and parliamentarians released a report titled &lt;strong&gt;Crude Oil: The Supply Outlook&lt;/strong&gt;, in which it is concluded that oil production peaked at &lt;strong&gt;81 million barrels a day r Mb/d in 2006 , much earlier than most experts had forecast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The report which comes only a few days after global oil production hit a record high , has&lt;br /&gt;also predicted that global oil production will fall several per cent each year and by mid 2030 it will be 39 Mb/d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hans-Josef,the group's founder and German Mp,told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The world soon will not be able to produce all the oil it needs as demand is rising while supply is falling. This is a huge problem for the world economy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This report is in sharp contrast to International Energy Agency's remarks which denies that such essential changes are going to happen in the near mid-term future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The report said that IEA's message that business as usual will be possible in near future is not reflecting the true state of affairs .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-4148670939876856286?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4148670939876856286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=4148670939876856286&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/4148670939876856286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/4148670939876856286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/10/some-serious-stuff.html' title='Some Serious Stuff'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-7376469055331452748</id><published>2007-10-18T19:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-18T19:40:09.567+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how its been so far ??'/><title type='text'>Just Life</title><content type='html'>Two and a half years are over , just one &amp;amp; half more and i will be out of college . Ready to take on the World , a computer engineer ...... I dont know who deserves the degree me or my parents who are really paying huge bucks to see me as an Engineer .  Coming back to college ya i can still remember distinctly the first day , when i got up and went to temple and then started on this journey . Seems like yesterday , when i had to wish everybody , and look at the irony the same place i am sitting down and writing this peice ,i was ragged ,not ferociously but yes  i was ragged .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came that Great War of first sem , and it was over  soon . I have enetered the second , and had a wake up call when my roomie decided to shift his room , SO i shifted my Hostel to H -4 .  Secod sem was masti time never touchedmy books still remeber that black friday when this Prof caught me copying and assigned me a D grade , tha grade will be in my grade sheet forever .  Anyways third sem came ......&lt;br /&gt;more on this later&lt;br /&gt;A fitting reply to my  infirmity , anyways moving on i had a new partner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-7376469055331452748?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7376469055331452748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=7376469055331452748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/7376469055331452748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/7376469055331452748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-life.html' title='Just Life'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-2606404966675829375</id><published>2007-10-14T09:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-14T10:04:01.154+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I think ,you think and will all think  i also thought  and these are my thoughts . I dont know about you but i like ths poem , again composed when i was ill ... and taking a holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I thought you and me ,&lt;br /&gt;together we had a future,&lt;br /&gt;little did i knew&lt;br /&gt;that the present would betray me&lt;br /&gt; when i found you ,&lt;br /&gt;i thought i found someone ,&lt;br /&gt;different from everyother one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hurt i am now to realise ,&lt;br /&gt;you can never be that "special one "&lt;br /&gt;i thought tomorrow belonged to you and me,&lt;br /&gt; pained i am to know that we couldnt even survive today's Melee&lt;br /&gt;And i know its not your fault ,&lt;br /&gt;but can't blame myself either ....&lt;br /&gt;after i met you i thought,&lt;br /&gt; " that never ending "search has finally ended ,&lt;br /&gt;who was i to know?&lt;br /&gt; that i stand to lose ,&lt;br /&gt;the mental peace and contenment&lt;br /&gt;i had earlier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-2606404966675829375?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2606404966675829375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=2606404966675829375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/2606404966675829375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/2606404966675829375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/10/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-2077646289815216723</id><published>2007-10-10T22:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-10T22:44:49.498+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enemy :poem'/><title type='text'>The enemy Lies WITHIN</title><content type='html'>hmm here i go again after everything that has happened and a sleepy september  october so far has been full of hope and joy , anyways i had thid disease in which there was water in my left lung . &lt;em&gt;I had to &lt;/em&gt;go to Delhi  to get this stuff out anyways i m fine now and back to work but i felt so miserable and helpless sometimes   so this is what i wrote in that not so good times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can fightand defeat&lt;br /&gt; anyone you can see&lt;br /&gt; but what will you do&lt;br /&gt; when the enemy lies within&lt;br /&gt;you can crush&lt;br /&gt;and slay the beast&lt;br /&gt;which exists on the outside&lt;br /&gt; but what will you do when the enemy lies within&lt;br /&gt;Slowly and silently this enemy goes to work&lt;br /&gt;and before you can even know&lt;br /&gt; this enemy has given you a deadly blow&lt;br /&gt;you can cry,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much you try ,&lt;br /&gt;this enemy does not stop agonisingly it goes on and on and on&lt;br /&gt;There is no escapeyou can't run and you can't hide,&lt;br /&gt;from this enemy which is no where in your sight ,&lt;br /&gt;wherever you go this enemy goes with you&lt;br /&gt;whatever you do you can't escape&lt;br /&gt;The Enemy which Lies Within&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-2077646289815216723?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2077646289815216723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=2077646289815216723&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/2077646289815216723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/2077646289815216723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/10/enemy-lies-within.html' title='The enemy Lies WITHIN'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-1149160571180444434</id><published>2007-10-06T18:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-06T18:48:49.876+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><title type='text'>A little humour</title><content type='html'>I was ill recently so i just realised that in india you are allowed to fall ill if you are rich ,&lt;br /&gt;well i fell ill recently and i am waiting to get rich ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways here is a not so humorous poem ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am sitting in a temple,&lt;br /&gt;prayin  with my eyes closed ,&lt;br /&gt;still i am anxious aboutr my troubles ,&lt;br /&gt;all this makes me question as to why i came here ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting in a temple,&lt;br /&gt;with questions for which i have no answer,&lt;br /&gt;but i am afraid of asking d same to d almighty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting in a temple ,&lt;br /&gt;stunned and hurt by the way this world works ,&lt;br /&gt;but deep inside i have faith that one who made us all will see us through ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-1149160571180444434?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1149160571180444434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=1149160571180444434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/1149160571180444434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/1149160571180444434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-humour.html' title='A little humour'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-2694818059209854292</id><published>2007-10-06T18:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-06T18:36:57.392+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>False Alram</title><content type='html'>All those who read my last post must have thought that i am back and were eagerly wanting me to write a post real soon but that was nott possible , Just when i thought that i was alright and back to bussiness the doc had some real bad news in store anyways  i m fine now and this time even the doctor thinks so .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My illness made me visit delhi and i have a lot to say about my visit . First of all , everyone of us should thank god that we are all fit and dont have to visit the hospitals everyday .  I had to go to a hospital recently and i was amazed to see the number of people there and this was a private hospital so i am amazed what a government hospital would be like . Tjhere were scpres of people waiting to get treated and i really thank god that my ailment is not that serious .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly  i wana talk about health i dont know about you but i always neglected my health for no definite reasons . I always cursed the food of mess and that made me ill too . Anyways for all those of you who identify with me  i just have a request Please eat healty in order to live healthy . My non seriousness about food got me into trouble and everyone  in my family was worried too . I had to miss the very exams  that i was preparing for . I dnt know what repurcussion its gonna have further but still i am happy that finally i am healthy enough to&lt;br /&gt;live a normal life .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways more on all this stuff a little later .. wwhen i get back to college&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-2694818059209854292?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2694818059209854292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=2694818059209854292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/2694818059209854292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/2694818059209854292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/10/false-alram.html' title='False Alram'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-5095049139357919607</id><published>2007-09-20T20:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-20T20:06:36.585+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense ...'/><title type='text'>I m back</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time since I blogged . I guess I never wrote anything for ages wrote poems yes but no articles so I m happy that finally I m writing this  piece . Life has been kind of topsy turvy  this semester and last one month has been very hard but still I guess I have to move on  for life never stops the clock moves on …….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways what has been the positives of life till now is I haven’t opened and wrote anything in my book of sorrow this just shows that  I haven’t been as depressed as I was last sem .  I went to jhansi to my roommates place  this august . It was a good experience all  in all only that I fell ill  seriously after that . Anyways I am better now and am improving day by day .  There was this Test 1 and I am staring at test 2 but I am not that bothered now , I guess these exams  are a test of our endurance then intelligence .  Having 2 exams in a space of six hours leaves you drained  and you go through this  commotion  twice in a sem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we had a session of training and placement today  finally its time to get placed  its time to do something , I need to recheck my priorities cause I haven’t worked for cat  for eternity .  I hope things get better soon and the weight that I lost I regain soon ,  its been a learning curve ,I admit I did lost direction this semester for some reasons but I am back  and I want to make this ig this time . Anyways  the worst thing that has happened this sem is that eccentric people of my college had banned blogspot . Let them block it  they cant stop me from writing or for that matter anyone  I think its infringement of my right to liberty ……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I just typed an article which contains nothing  . For all those who are reading this  it doesn’t have anything meaningful but  I am writing this one out of sheer urge to write  …… I am back and expect some good thing from me soon  hopefully cause it will be t&amp;amp;p time soon . Anyways speaking about placement it does get me excited and  frightened  simultaneously . When   one is placed it gives a meaning to his academic  life . The person comes to know he is good enough to take care of himself and is not dependent on his  parents  ……  something which the parents always desire … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope each one of us end up somewhere  ….. for this will  give us the satisfaction the past three years and twelve before it was fruitful  and it was not a mistake to spend them .&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I do often get the feeling that I may breakdown in front of my interviewers  but I am being optimistic  about it  I would like to say for now let the wheel roll  …. Whatever future holds  I now I am in for some serious fun … and I hope this Jan ’08 will be a happy hunting ground from me ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-5095049139357919607?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5095049139357919607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=5095049139357919607&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/5095049139357919607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/5095049139357919607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-m-back.html' title='I m back'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-5106585802825329537</id><published>2007-08-06T22:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-06T22:44:51.553+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what do i do'/><title type='text'>confused again??</title><content type='html'>What do I do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do ,&lt;br /&gt;tell me what do I do,&lt;br /&gt;when instead of worrying about all my troubles ,&lt;br /&gt;all I can think about is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do ,&lt;br /&gt;tell me what do I do,&lt;br /&gt;when all words I utter,&lt;br /&gt;begin and end with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do ,&lt;br /&gt;tell me what do I do,&lt;br /&gt;when a part of me likes you,&lt;br /&gt;yeah it does care for you,&lt;br /&gt;still I am wondering if we will ever make it through .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do ,&lt;br /&gt;tell me what do I do,&lt;br /&gt;when I have you so many things to ask from you,&lt;br /&gt;but my lips cease to move,&lt;br /&gt;whenever I see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do,&lt;br /&gt;tell me what do I do,&lt;br /&gt;when no matter how hard I try,&lt;br /&gt;to forget you,&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what do I do,&lt;br /&gt;When there are so many things I have to do ,&lt;br /&gt;But all I can do is sit and think of you ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do ,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what do I do…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amit Sharma&lt;br /&gt;05216g&lt;br /&gt;CSE – 3rd year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-5106585802825329537?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5106585802825329537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=5106585802825329537&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/5106585802825329537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/5106585802825329537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/08/confused-again.html' title='confused again??'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-2378407766994268919</id><published>2007-07-29T13:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-29T13:14:22.488+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='by by'/><title type='text'>this one is for you rupali di</title><content type='html'>I dedicate this poem to you and wish you all the luck for your professional life which I am confident will be as bright as your academic life has been . Thank you for everything&lt;br /&gt;For all d chats we had, for all d suggestions u gave ,for all the motivation it really has been a great experience and I hope things will stay the same forever ….&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama cries as she waves goodbye ,&lt;br /&gt;but even those tears can’t make me stay.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I gotta fly ,&lt;br /&gt;Fly far away .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes ma I will miss you 24*7,&lt;br /&gt;But destiny has had its say ,&lt;br /&gt;Even I cry ,&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta fly ,&lt;br /&gt;Fly far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had my moments ,&lt;br /&gt;Ah those wonderful instants ,&lt;br /&gt;You have always been on my side ,&lt;br /&gt;Laughed with me when I laughed ,&lt;br /&gt;And cried with me when I Cried&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta Fly ,&lt;br /&gt;Fly far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly away to a world I know not,&lt;br /&gt;To a world I always dreamt about ,&lt;br /&gt;Ya I am a lil nervous ,&lt;br /&gt;But I know I will overcome all troubles…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a heavy heart I wave goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I try ,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but cry ,&lt;br /&gt;But still I gotta fly&lt;br /&gt;Fly far away ……..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-2378407766994268919?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2378407766994268919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=2378407766994268919&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/2378407766994268919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/2378407766994268919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-one-is-fr-u-rupali-di_29.html' title='this one is for you rupali di'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-3435104730114442054</id><published>2007-07-27T19:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-27T19:27:35.368+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Live Today for tmmw who knows what will happen</title><content type='html'>Living today for  tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is indeed pursuit of happiness said my friend as we were about to part after having studied together for a month together . Maybe it is all of us are living today for a better tomorrow . Everyone wants to have a better future and seem to be working hard for it .&lt;br /&gt;All of us have dreams and we are all working hard to achieve it but in this confusion we  indeed somehow forget to enjoy our present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very supportive of the fact that we should always look forward to tomorrow and that we should do whatsoever we can to achieve that goal but still in this commotion we should not forget to have fun and a good time Now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt that we should always look to improve our future but never the less this moment this time and the person you are with will never come back . So don’t sulk over your present be happy with it cause we are never satisfied with what we have . We always want more , we always crave for better   and in this process keep on  procrastinating  the relishing  our Present .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember&lt;br /&gt;The past is history,&lt;br /&gt;The future is a mystery ,&lt;br /&gt;The present is a gift ,&lt;br /&gt;That’s why it is called “The Present.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-3435104730114442054?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3435104730114442054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=3435104730114442054&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/3435104730114442054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/3435104730114442054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/07/live-today-for-tmmw-who-knows-what-will.html' title='Live Today for tmmw who knows what will happen'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-3045194726567174665</id><published>2007-07-21T15:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:56:24.182+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>hope</title><content type='html'>When everything has been said and done,&lt;br /&gt;Why does my heart wants me to try once more,&lt;br /&gt;When the writing is on the wall,&lt;br /&gt;Why does my soul want to erase it all…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything had been decided ,&lt;br /&gt;Why do I still have doubts,&lt;br /&gt;When all decisions have been taken ,&lt;br /&gt;Why my heart is still beating with anticipation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have already walked away,&lt;br /&gt;Why do I still pray,&lt;br /&gt;That your decision might sway,&lt;br /&gt;And may be you will  walk my way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-3045194726567174665?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3045194726567174665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=3045194726567174665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/3045194726567174665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/3045194726567174665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/07/hope.html' title='hope'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-5867747580103339398</id><published>2007-07-21T15:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:14:27.270+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the prejudiced us'/><title type='text'>The not so shining india !!!</title><content type='html'>Well I know its easy  to bash our country for all its flaws and defects but  still I included this in the title of this piece. This one is not about corrupt politicians , or prejudiced rich capitalists its about you and me the citizens of India , those individuals who have been born and brought up in India . The people who are proud to be Indians , the people who believe in saying “Mera Bharat Mahan.”  I realized this when I was traveling to my college in the train this time around , everything was fine I was lying on the my berth when this happened and forced me to think , and that thought in still lingering  in my mind as I write this . A train journey clearly depicts all strata’s of Indian society . All trains  have three classes which are divided according to fare the passengers can pay and rightly so .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened like this that at a place called palwal , a group of laborers came in my compartment . As my seat was  near to the door so I could observe them , from this group a lady and her daughter came near my seat . I was in the upper birth and my friend was in the lower one . The lady was wearing a simple saree but one could see that she was clearly undernourished , her face was mellowed with troubles and lines in her forehead were so deep perhaps by the difficulties she had to face to earn her bread and butter .&lt;br /&gt;She told to my friend to accommodate her daughter on his berth he did not agreed at first. These people are often stealing things he told me and asked me to beware and keep my eyes open but after some more requests the lady did finally manage to have her way .&lt;br /&gt;Opposite to my berth was seat of an elderly lady , the lady herself sat in that seat but this lady shooed her away . She now stood , an in another birth one of my friends was sleeping this was the middle berth , this lady put her 5 year old child there . he was in slumber now this friend of mine , was very tired and as soon as he realized about this sleepy boy   he shouted at this lady that an told her to take this child away , lady resisted but finally she awoke the boy and took her away , boy was asleep and he began to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing this lady’s face further sadden , pain and anguish was clearly visible on it .  Agony it seems has found a residence in her face . As she carried to child off she said&lt;br /&gt;“paisa hii sabh kuch hai , paisa hii sab kuch hai . ”  I was there seeing all this , but I never told the lady to put her child on my berth , I was worried  about my lap top and the drafts I had in my bag . A thought struck me that terrifies me still , I could also have been in the place of this child, just because I was not there cause by luck my mom and dad can afford the fare , but why do we (me and my friends ) harbor such prejudices dnt we have responsibilities towards our country . I dnt know how many of u people have realized this but it still bothers me , there are people in our country who cant afford to have a meal once in a day , life for them is a struggle right from day they are born I am luck enough to study in a college which had a fees of 1.55 lakhs per annum and these children , would not have even seen this much amount of money . We can all say that government should do something but what has it done so far , it is busy makin rich super rich hardly anyone worries about these people , look at the condition of general compartment in the train I dnt think I can travel there , and then there are people in ac who enjoy all the comforts .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But spare a thought for these people who wage a war their entire life against poverty and destitution ,  no one likes to steal but aren’t we forcing them to steal , everyone desires  a lavish life  so do these people and for these few maybe stealing is the last resort  I dnt know where these people got off but I noticed a policeman there demanding 250 bucks from one of the passenegers who had got into this compartment with a general ticket , well I did not have to go far to see how much mahan mera bharat is , to see how much my India is shining  but sadly I don’t know how to help these people get out of this , sadly I dnt know what I can do that maybe that child could go to a school and have a life like me you and all of us .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-5867747580103339398?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5867747580103339398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=5867747580103339398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/5867747580103339398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/5867747580103339398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/07/not-so-shining-india.html' title='The not so shining india !!!'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-2960226109563601641</id><published>2007-07-15T23:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-15T23:23:26.766+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>student politics</title><content type='html'>Students &amp;amp; Politics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India is the world’s largest democracy . Being a democracy all her citizens above age of eighteen have the privilege to elect our representatives who will represent us ,our views , our interests and raise issues concerning our wellbeing in the legislative assemblies. This system has been carried in the colleges too and almost all political parties have their student wings. Student politics act as breeding ground for future leaders of our country. For any country to progress she should have dynamic and innovative leaders who have the ability to satisfy and manage&lt;br /&gt;diverse and often conflicting demands of co-allition politics and student politics prepare these youth leaders of our country for this mammoth task.&lt;br /&gt;Many national leaders like NCP’s Tariq Anwar , BJP’s Ravi Shankar Prasad and CONGRESS’ Manoj Tiwari started their political journey as these student leaders. A disciplined student politics concentrates on genuine student issues like fee hike, protesting against bureaucratic attitude of authorities, having a good laboratory, a good library etc. These student leaders are supposed to be the real guardians of students’ rights.&lt;br /&gt;In short these leaders are expected to be honest ,sincere and hard-working individuals who are expected to take up all issues which concerns the interest of students and find a solution for them with the help of administration of their respective colleges and universities. These leaders are expected to become the vanguard of fellow students who elect them as their representatives but reality is agonizingly different .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These so called leaders are influenced by the money and support received from local leaders and due to this they also have develop vested and political interest which surmounts their commitment and loyalty towards the real issues of student interest which they have been elected to raise. Furthermore, these student leaders do not know anything about ongoing struggles related to different socioeconomic issues and debatable issues in national and international politics etc.All these people get handy and ready made materials from their political high commands and speak according to what they are told without using their intellect . If these leaders are questioned about issues of Iraq,or suicide of farmers they cannot utter a single word.&lt;br /&gt;As far as just demands of students are concerned these are often not fulfilled by these student leaders at both college and university level because these students are related to political parties which are directly or indirectly supporting issues like fees hike, bureaucratic attitude of authorities ,corruption of funds etc .&lt;br /&gt;In the present scenario student elections have simply become a show of money and power for all the political parties involved .The real issues of students can never really be addressed and are often put on the back burner. Genuine issues and honest leaders are often insulted and overshadowed by power of money and hogwash politics of leaders political parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New destructive face of student politics includes everything be it threats, violence or even cold blooded murders as it happened in the case of Ujjain’s Madhav College where Professor Harbhajan Singh Saberwal was beaten to death last year following a skirmish with the activists of ABVP last year. After this incident a committee headed by then India’s chief election commissioner Mr. James Michael Lyngdoh was formed to reform the electoral system currently practiced at university and college levels .&lt;br /&gt;Most of the student leaders in colleges ae in their 30’s . They are enrolling in colleges just for the sake of contesting elections.&lt;br /&gt;The report specifies that elections should be held annually, no donations from political parties should be allowed, a limit on poll expenditure to 5000 Indian rupees , age limit of 17-28 years , a ban on printed posters and banners .Additionally the candidate should be a regular student of the institute and have a minimum attendance of 75 percent and no criminal record . If these rules are followed then interference by political parties will definitely reduce , and genuine students can get a chance to become a real representative of students .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a limit on campaign expenses the use of huge posters, open jeeps and luxury cars ,loud speakers which made all this process sensational and fascinating will fade out .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope that all these measures will be strictly enforced and Indian politics will be sanitized of all the evils from which it is suffering at present .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-2960226109563601641?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2960226109563601641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=2960226109563601641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/2960226109563601641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/2960226109563601641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/07/student-politics.html' title='student politics'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-128085467169249335</id><published>2007-07-15T10:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-15T10:43:22.046+05:30</updated><title type='text'>time waits for no one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clock!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tic- tock, tic- tock,&lt;br /&gt;Second by second,&lt;br /&gt;The clock runs so fast,&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even give you time to recollect ,&lt;br /&gt;and rethink  where did you go wrong last,&lt;br /&gt;and till the time you realize ,&lt;br /&gt;this clock had just run you out………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;when you had the whole world at your  feet,&lt;br /&gt;but because you just couldn’t capitalize,&lt;br /&gt;everything in life has come to a sad ,sad demise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now I remember ,&lt;br /&gt;The opportunity that I missed,&lt;br /&gt;Ah!! the  blunder that I did commit,&lt;br /&gt;And for that slip up so much  have I suffered,&lt;br /&gt;You just can’t imagine how much shit,&lt;br /&gt;Have I heard,&lt;br /&gt;But can I turn back this clock even once??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tic tock, tic tock&lt;br /&gt;There it goes again,&lt;br /&gt;Left over is the bitter truth,&lt;br /&gt;Of chances missed and opportunities lost,&lt;br /&gt;Can I now set things right,&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe just a few years ago everything was alright,&lt;br /&gt;Can that time ever return ??&lt;br /&gt;Nah It won’t ,&lt;br /&gt;Everything is now blown,&lt;br /&gt;And with it my dreams and aspirations,&lt;br /&gt;Have also flown,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tic tick, tic tock,&lt;br /&gt;It goes on and on ,&lt;br /&gt;Never will it stop,&lt;br /&gt;Nor will it wait for anyone,&lt;br /&gt;Tic- tock ,tic-tock,&lt;br /&gt;Its always on the move ,&lt;br /&gt;you better watch out ,&lt;br /&gt;Before it  gets you screwed!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the time may be on your side,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe at this time you are on the right side of tide,&lt;br /&gt;But watch out, tic- tock, tic- tock,&lt;br /&gt;This clock is moving on ,&lt;br /&gt;And maybe this is the silence before a dreadful storm…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tic-tock, tic-tock,&lt;br /&gt;This is the sound of life ,&lt;br /&gt;You have to hear it ,&lt;br /&gt;You just can’t escape it,&lt;br /&gt;Whether you like it or not&lt;br /&gt;You will die one day,&lt;br /&gt;But the clock with its tic-tock, tic-tock will keep living on and on and on…….&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-128085467169249335?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/128085467169249335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=128085467169249335&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/128085467169249335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/128085467169249335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-waits-for-no-one.html' title='time waits for no one'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-2789216164915846154</id><published>2007-07-11T22:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-11T22:41:56.489+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inside?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deep inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;There is a world waiting to be explored,&lt;br /&gt; feelings yet to be deciphered,&lt;br /&gt; dreams yet to be fulfilled,&lt;br /&gt;And  stupidities I love to make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;There is a revered fire,&lt;br /&gt;Which shoots me up everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Which gives a meaning to my life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;There are aspirations which I live for,&lt;br /&gt;There are things I hate,&lt;br /&gt;and little secrets that I tell no one..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside of me ,&lt;br /&gt;There is a brand new world,&lt;br /&gt;Of which I am the emperor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;There is hidden innocence,&lt;br /&gt;Which often gets hurt ,&lt;br /&gt;By the callousness of this world…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much,&lt;br /&gt;Buried deep inside of me ,&lt;br /&gt;But still I look outside ,&lt;br /&gt;For a few moments of happiness….?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-2789216164915846154?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2789216164915846154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=2789216164915846154&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/2789216164915846154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/2789216164915846154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/07/deep-inside-of-me-deep-inside-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-5236757587458503357</id><published>2007-07-11T22:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-11T22:40:07.329+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desperation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life as a whiff of fresh air,&lt;br /&gt;Sadly you have left ,&lt;br /&gt;But the fragrance that you brought along ,&lt;br /&gt;Still remains……..so, so strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were with me ,&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot about the time ,&lt;br /&gt;After u left,&lt;br /&gt;Days have turned agonizingly so, so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were with me,&lt;br /&gt; we used to  dream,&lt;br /&gt;But  now that u have gone,&lt;br /&gt;Forget the dream,&lt;br /&gt; I cannot even sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u were with me,&lt;br /&gt;I used to forget the world,&lt;br /&gt;But after u moved on,&lt;br /&gt;Its been difficult to live along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were with me ,&lt;br /&gt;I never used to remember you,&lt;br /&gt;But After u departed,&lt;br /&gt;Ur nostalgia still carries along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It was great to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;But without you ,&lt;br /&gt;Life  moves on still,&lt;br /&gt;Sure I do miss you ,&lt;br /&gt;But life is greater than you ,&lt;br /&gt;Call it desperation,&lt;br /&gt;Or frustration ,&lt;br /&gt;I gotta live this life wid out you ……………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-5236757587458503357?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5236757587458503357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=5236757587458503357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/5236757587458503357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/5236757587458503357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/07/desperation-you-came-into-my-life-as.html' title=''/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-3147463111228843281</id><published>2007-06-29T16:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-29T16:09:44.234+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage'/><title type='text'>junk!!</title><content type='html'>I don’t know but I am ahead of all this now. Perhaps I have grown up , perhaps all those boyish and kiddish emotions have vanished at the stage of life where I am these things perhaps have no meaning, from the point where I am standing I can see myself changing  I can see myself becoming a success I can see myself growing and I can see myself moving away from you . I am sorry but this is true and I cannot help it, I just cannot be the same again .In front of me lies a world which I have to conquer , a world which offers me challenges , a world which is giving me everything if I can muster the courage and intelligence to grab it but sadly my friend all this I taking me away from you and I apologize for going with the flow , I have a world to conquer but sadly if I have to do it I have to do it alone . I have moved on yes I have moved on knowingly or unknowingly my world has changed and now I have to achieve is nothing but success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why I wrote it  but I wrote it – I call it junk  call it what u think ? still I dedicate this trash to someone who was very close to me though I was never  close to her.&lt;br /&gt;Junk!!&lt;br /&gt;Hey tell me the truth don’t lie in my dreamz I saw you , was it you or not ??&lt;br /&gt;How can I but, forget you ?&lt;br /&gt;how dare I remember you no more ??&lt;br /&gt; but even if it was you it wouldn’t have made a difference&lt;br /&gt;  cause when you are near,&lt;br /&gt;I began to shiver,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I am having a fever,&lt;br /&gt;My voice begins to stammer ,&lt;br /&gt;Feels like running away from there,&lt;br /&gt;My Heart begins to pound harder,&lt;br /&gt;All this makes my friends jeer ,&lt;br /&gt;But I just don’bother,&lt;br /&gt;Cause times that I get to see you are pretty rare ,&lt;br /&gt;aNd I can’t help but  ponder&lt;br /&gt;why we aren’t together,&lt;br /&gt;why do we had to move away from each other,&lt;br /&gt;these are the questions for which I have no answer,&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t do anything wrong as far as I could remember,&lt;br /&gt;So will u provide me with  an answer ,&lt;br /&gt;for how long will I have to go under this hammer ?&lt;br /&gt;writing all this makes me look like a looser,&lt;br /&gt;but in reality I am just a lonely engineer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How many r’s did I use  anyone counted ?? )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-3147463111228843281?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3147463111228843281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=3147463111228843281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/3147463111228843281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/3147463111228843281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/06/junk.html' title='junk!!'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-6779080320935548868</id><published>2007-06-22T12:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T12:09:02.885+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The real king of Multitasking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;The real king of Multitasking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well most of you would have thought that I would be talking about computers and their abilities to perform multiple operations simultaneously. If that’s what you are assuming then you are wrong .I am going to talk about people’s multitasking abilities.&lt;br /&gt;There are many people playing various roles in the society today, some of them do justice with all their responsibilities and perform the duties of requisite roles to perfection&lt;br /&gt;While others fail very badly at it. Infact they end up doing miserably in their primary roles as well .Perhaps that’s why it is often said that we should do only that thing which we are best at .&lt;br /&gt;Take an example of Mr.Sharad Pawar honorable M.P , Union Agriculture Minister , President BCCI, President M.C.A (Mumbai cricket Association)  and finally President NCP and if this was not enough he was in the running for presidentship of ICC as well .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Fortunately or unfortunately he did not succeed in this attempt. All this shows that Mr.Pawar is a pretty versatile personality  handling with ease issue ranging from affairs of B.C.C.I to issues concerning election of President of India,  but is he able to do justice to all these myriad roles. Is he able to deliver and meet the demands of all these roles he is so comfortably multitasking . The answer is a big NO.  I  will not be going into politics and talk about his role as the president of NCP but I will be talking about his role as a Union Agriculture Minister and the President of BCCI  as these issues are of national interest.&lt;br /&gt; We all know our country is progressing and that our economy is growing at a rapid pace.&lt;br /&gt;The GDP has clocked over 9% last year ,Rupee has strengthened against Dollar and dollar’s  value has come down to Rs.40 but sadly agriculture’s contribution to all this is a  paltry 3%.  This sector is growing at a rate which is lowest when compared to all other sectors which constitute the economy . Every now and then death of farmers are reported from various parts of country making the growth story of our economy a laughing stock .&lt;br /&gt;Many agricultural scientists believe that we need a second revolution , the need of hour is to reduce our perennial dependence on monsoons and use high yielding hybrid seeds .&lt;br /&gt;We also have to educate farmers about  modern methods of farming and supply them with latest equipments .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly ,nothing is being done about it  except giving death packages to the family of the deceased because at the helm is a man who is too busy to look into all these matters concerning the interests of  farmers . He has to play other roles as well . Mr.Pawar  does not have the time as he has overburdened himself with other responsibilities .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets talk about cricket . Mr.Pawar has been at the helm for about two terms as a president now and during his term the state of Indian cricket has gone from bad to worse .&lt;br /&gt;BCCI , the richest cricket board in the world is not a stranger to politicians being its presidents but under chairmanship of Mr.Pawar its administration has touched a new low.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows about the world cup debacle and drama which has taken place while the appointment of new coach .BCCI  may be the richest in terms of money but is among the most inefficient bodies  when it comes to working .The tv deals are also being scrapped , but Mr. Pawar does not have enough time to devote to this role as well .&lt;br /&gt;So if the team is leaving to England without a coach then so be it , who the hell cares ??&lt;br /&gt;Mr . Pawar has other things to attend to as well  afterall he has to decide who will be our new president . So, Mr. Pawar is on tv not talking about who will be the new coach or what he is doing as an agriculture minister to stop the suicides , he is here to talk about which way his party is going to vote in the president elections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these jobs needs a specialist person who can handle all these responsibilities  one at a time.We all know the proverb “If we put our legs on two boats at the same time we are bound to sink” and sadly this has happened with Mr.Pawar. At an age when most people are retired or considering retirement he is keen on handling various assignments that are pretty taxing and arduous  even if taken one at a time . I could understand Mr .Pawar doing all these if this affected him personally  but sadly his multitasking is having an malicious affect on the public and the nation as well .Perhaps he should consider  moving  away from multitasking.    He should do what he is best at, and it has been proved that its not multitasking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amit Sharma .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-6779080320935548868?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6779080320935548868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=6779080320935548868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/6779080320935548868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/6779080320935548868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/06/real-king-of-multitasking.html' title='The real king of Multitasking'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-3860849767296934642</id><published>2007-06-18T12:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-18T12:28:09.618+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>keep the faith !!</title><content type='html'>Just keep the Faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i have had this habit of making dedication of the pieces i write&lt;br /&gt;here to various friends or near and dear ones !&lt;br /&gt;i dedicate this one to all the people who have read my blog . Well&lt;br /&gt;thanks cause because of you  have really enjoyed this whole blogging&lt;br /&gt;thing!! nd i have found out quite a few things bout myself.&lt;br /&gt;and last but not the least i dedicate this one to myself cause this blog&lt;br /&gt;depicts a very close facet of my heart . This is about keeping the faith&lt;br /&gt;no matter what, this is about keep on living for that one reason about&lt;br /&gt;which you think about all day and night , the mere thought of which&lt;br /&gt;coming true brings a smile on your face , yup this one is about the&lt;br /&gt;dream which you harbor in a closed corner of your heart !!!&lt;br /&gt;So keep the faith and work for it with all you have , give it the best&lt;br /&gt;you have nd remember all good thing take time to happen !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe the path to this dream may not be so smooth , sometimes you&lt;br /&gt;will have to make sacrifices , at other times you may think that no&lt;br /&gt;matter how much you i try i will never make it but let me tell all of&lt;br /&gt;you , at these testing times just keep the faith and keep moving on ...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what i have  achieved from life , and i don't know what u,&lt;br /&gt;all who are reading this have achieved in theirs , i don't know how many of&lt;br /&gt;you have seen their dreams get crashed right in front of you like me but&lt;br /&gt;life is not about stopping there life is about keeping the faith and&lt;br /&gt;moving on , trying again with all you have nd trying till u make it .&lt;br /&gt;We will all be old one day maybe sitting with our grand children someday&lt;br /&gt;we will remember all our struggles, all our accomplishments nd the joy&lt;br /&gt;we had in our times doing all these things .Deep down in memories there&lt;br /&gt;are bound to be some failures too , of love which never started or did&lt;br /&gt;not worked out ,or  of not being able to do something or having&lt;br /&gt;something which we so fondly desired off , or of not making it of living&lt;br /&gt;up to expectations of our folks ,friends nd parents !!! but still there&lt;br /&gt;will be a satisfaction , a contentment which will always be with us for&lt;br /&gt;sole reason that we tried and gave it our  best .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not about success and failure its about trying ang giving each&lt;br /&gt;and everything you do ,your best . if you have worked hard then just&lt;br /&gt;relax you will be very successful in life. Just keep the faith and keep&lt;br /&gt;on moving .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw at life the best you have and be rest assured it will throw back&lt;br /&gt;the best at you !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-3860849767296934642?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3860849767296934642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=3860849767296934642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/3860849767296934642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/3860849767296934642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/06/keep-faith.html' title='keep the faith !!'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-2915318524422018946</id><published>2007-05-25T15:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-25T15:15:31.092+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home??'/><title type='text'>feels like a tourist in your own place!!!</title><content type='html'>i m back home its been a couple of days now ....... there ain't much going on here .After a very very frusterating nd long 4th sem its is nice to be back , ya it feels good that i dnt have to be with ppl whom i dnt wana be with for a couple of days .        &lt;br /&gt;Still shimla is not what it was a couple of years ago ..... we have all heard and read that things change with time and that's what has happened right here in front of me ,that's what has happened  wid all ppl's life and me being no exception ..... two years ago there were so many people here that it really felt nice living here but now everyone hasmoved on with their life . I have no issues with them even i moved on those who didnot well time made them move on.........&lt;br /&gt; This place feels like new , the stuctures , the shops , the roads all are the same but sadly people here are new , we r born, we study , then most of us leave for higher study in this process we make friends , we make pals with whom we r like sharing all our secrets and all of us our like part of a gang !!!&lt;br /&gt;Even if we dnt do much stuff , we r still a gang we go out together,  watch movies together , attend tutions together basically we all spend a lot of time together.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly after u complete ur schooling a new life begins , all your friends are going to different colleges , all are moving into differnt cities ........&lt;br /&gt;i too moved to a different city a different place 1000ks away from my home .....&lt;br /&gt;u r lucky if one of your pals comes along with you , i he/she doesn't then its time to make friends again now in college . well u have holidays in your college , u come back and realize things are just not the same , the people whom you were with a couple of years back are with you no more , some of them are in their colleges , some of them maybe in your town but now they have other friends these new friends with whom they now stay i dnt blame anyone fr this but just pause nd think when we make friends we think of making them forever but sadly this forever has a duration , which is impossed on us by destiny !!!&lt;br /&gt;So i am going through conflicting emotions of sorts , i dnt know how many of you go through this, the place you are in you have been there right from your birth to just a couple of years ago but still the place is not the same anymore !! It feels like a tourist in your own place, your own city ,   you have been to every place before ,you know every nook and corner of your town still the feel which it gives you is not the same anymore .&lt;br /&gt;the joy that you had two years ago with your gang is missing !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-2915318524422018946?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2915318524422018946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=2915318524422018946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/2915318524422018946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/2915318524422018946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/05/feels-like-tourist-in-your-own-place.html' title='feels like a tourist in your own place!!!'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-531417333765843504</id><published>2007-05-05T22:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-05T22:46:12.982+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wake up people please'/><title type='text'>is this knowledge ???</title><content type='html'>Its exam time again , t-3 is here , gave t-2 just a while ago , engineering is all about giving exams ?? it this all , am i here fr turning up at lectures all normal days and then turning up at exams after every 30 - 40 days ?? will this make me an engineer ?? how will i widen my horizons if all i have to do i mug up . This system is stagnating , it encourages only mugging . you mug and if you are good at it you can be a nine pointer , in short your ability to mug is directly propotional to your pointer ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better still people here have developed some excellent tricks to multiply their marks and there pointers ...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haggling with the teachers , for one one marks , leaving spaces blank while doing the paper at the examination hall and filling it up when teacher shows them and getting marks for this writing this by teling the teacher that he left this portion unchecked .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man,is this education , i was told that the foundation of education is honesty but alas,its been buried somewhere ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will these engineers do in the interview ?? will they fool people there too ?? how do there concious permit it ?? this is a crime ,a blasphemy ,a slap on the face of godess saraswati ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lust for marks is rampant , in order to get ahead people have forgotten their basic and moral values they just want grades not taking into account how much knowledge they have of the subject !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this education all about ?? are we all looking for this ??&lt;br /&gt;I can see people litearally begging for marks from teachers here and there to increase their marks . just for d sake of passing may seem a little justified but doing it for sake of luxury is outrageously wrong .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't knw what type of engineers will people become having an a grade in a subject example ds and not knowing how to implement a stack ??&lt;br /&gt;System too has be blamed for this predaciament , they are looking for attendanced to decide if a person can appear in final exam ?? why are they concerned about attendance all they should be conerned about is the skills student have acquired by taking up this subject.&lt;br /&gt;Being present in all classes doesn't guarantee a person will be attending attentively to what teacher is teaching ..... ?&lt;br /&gt;I am not an academician but it really hurts studying under this system cause this does not give wings to my imagination it prunes it by keeping me engaged in mindless practicals where i am whiling away all my time ?&lt;br /&gt;it does not give me time to think , i does not give me time to dream or to do a project at my own time but setting up deadlines before the work begins , it wants me to give three tests in a span of 6 months and cover 12 courses in a span of 9 months ........&lt;br /&gt;that means i become a robot or a skimmer turning the pages without reading or understanding it . Whats the result ??i cant remember what i read last sem , forget about first sem ??&lt;br /&gt;It seems we are running a marathon ad no matter what we have to complete it in 4 years it doesnt matter if we have the knowldege and skills .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are here just for a degree complete it and go home or do a job , we are not here for growth for enjoying the learning process or for realising ts power we are here for increasing our gpa's and it doesn't matter for that if we have to beg for marks or bargain it just like we do with a shopkeeper ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it , i m paying rs 135 per lecture , for all this ...........perhaps we should be awarded a shopkeeping license aw well because we are so good at bargaing and stupifying people ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like commercialism have seeped through everything ??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-531417333765843504?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/531417333765843504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=531417333765843504&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/531417333765843504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/531417333765843504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/05/is-this-knowledge.html' title='is this knowledge ???'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-5220274185195487601</id><published>2007-04-22T11:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T11:36:02.436+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end or begining'/><title type='text'>friends!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>hmm this one is dedicated to my friends guruji , imti and joshi bhai . well thanks for everything all 3 of you .  u have held me together in times of pain and distress ........ i dont know what would have this been without yu three  . with you three i laugh so what if its in installments ???????&lt;br /&gt;with u three i have fun and enjoy myself , hope things will be d same forever .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waise imti is a character , i hope his mechanical works kabhi khatam honge ,&lt;br /&gt;and guruji is kool , chote machiene hai woh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;par joshi bhai well its easy to describe him , a happy go lucky person      woh is very friendly and understanding,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been great with all 3 of you hope t will be the sam in future .................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-5220274185195487601?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5220274185195487601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=5220274185195487601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/5220274185195487601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/5220274185195487601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/04/friends.html' title='friends!!!!!!'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-2595273060639983880</id><published>2007-04-11T18:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-05T22:50:45.938+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='its me vs you  and beware i will get u this time'/><title type='text'>confused &amp; jumbled up ??</title><content type='html'>hmm thats howz life is right now confused and jumbled up . i dont know whats going through me i am about to lose it ?? i dnt knw maybe i am but i dnt care lets just get throught it . let all d wrath and anger come to the fore , let me break and fade atleast i wll have peace then .........&lt;br /&gt;"jinxed " is what i feel now .. but i will rise and i will have to move on i cant lie down by this one problem can i?? there are things to be done this java project thing is getting to my head gotta start it then there is cat there are so many thing and i am not just on the button , i am not on d track , gotta move on and prove myself ...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will and i can no one can stop me and no one will, i promise myself that i will lift myslf up and fightback , the more u try to get me down the more will i rise up,&lt;br /&gt;the more u make me cry the more will i laugh ,&lt;br /&gt;lets see how has the last laugh you or me ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its me vs u ?? and this time u will lose no matter what because i have no other option ...&lt;br /&gt;the world fcked me up , but i dnt care now , but its time you start to care else i will fuck u and fuck u hard !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the people who come here and read the things i write well i " thank you all " this is what i really am , this is all of me !!! everything is right from the core of my heart !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-2595273060639983880?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2595273060639983880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=2595273060639983880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/2595273060639983880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/2595273060639983880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/04/confused-jumbled-up.html' title='confused &amp; jumbled up ??'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-2800629443877650067</id><published>2007-04-09T21:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:31:52.791+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to whomsoever it may concern'/><title type='text'>Just  let me live ........</title><content type='html'>What will you do when someone you care about fucks you up?? and kicks you at your back ?&lt;br /&gt;what will you do when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; you live for just walks away, as if he never knew you?&lt;br /&gt;what will you do when someone you for in times of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;predicament&lt;/span&gt; , in times of reckoning, forgets everything and turns away??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and for all this shit he gives you no reason?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you will cry but &lt;/strong&gt;for how long??? you will repent and lament but till when ???&lt;br /&gt;The pain that he gives makes your heart sinks every now  and then !!&lt;br /&gt;but what can you do if he just doesnot care ??&lt;br /&gt;you are drenched in feeling of being all fucked up ?&lt;br /&gt;Its not over yet , one fine day he comes back and says  he would like to solve everything ......&lt;br /&gt;says he has realized his mistakes , perhaps he is having pity oon you ??&lt;br /&gt;where was he when you cried ?? where was he when you broke down ???&lt;br /&gt;Now what will you do will you forget everything and forgive him ???? and move ahead .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condone him for all the tortures? I don't know about you but i will not .&lt;br /&gt;I may be a little selfish but still i will not forgive you .&lt;br /&gt;You have troubled me a lot , After a lot of hardships i have learnt to live again , i have learnt to smile again , i have learnt to be have faith in friends again ..........&lt;br /&gt;and i am enjoying the way i am , i am not turning back from here ......&lt;br /&gt;Sorry dude but knowing me you should now that no one for me is larger then life no body just no body not even the one who fucked me all up ?&lt;br /&gt;I know you have the power to hurt me again and again but wounds that you have given to me are so sore that even you can't heel me , whatever you say now , whatever you do now it makes no difference .&lt;strong&gt;I am the way i am , i will be the way i want to be&lt;/strong&gt; . I have moved on , those &lt;strong&gt;moments will haunt me forever and those memories will be cherished forever but i will not turn back  so that you can hurt me again????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just let me be the way i am and just let me live ..................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-2800629443877650067?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2800629443877650067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=2800629443877650067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/2800629443877650067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/2800629443877650067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-let-me-live.html' title='Just  let me live ........'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-7296335552892727680</id><published>2007-04-07T21:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-07T21:43:56.358+05:30</updated><title type='text'>group discussion</title><content type='html'>yup thats what i wana write about to , i had a gd today ....... to join jbs . I was in two minds wheteher to give it or not cause i was not going to join the school anyhow ?? still i decided to give d gd just fr d sake of experience . I decided to do it 15 minutes before scheduled time so picked up a folder from my roommates cupboard and went to the insti .&lt;br /&gt;Gt my resume printed and then went to go .&lt;br /&gt;well out of 7 people only 5 came in our group .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the topic which was alloted to us way " New india need technical minds"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres how it went  i said that new india does need technical minds because our economy was booming ,  the gdp was clocking  9 and to sustain it we need to have techies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone else to supported the topic except one guy who said that managers were needed to manage thimngs but then i said that technical people can we moulded into managers but managers cant be moulded into techies so priority  was to be given to techies !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all it was a satisfying expreience  as for the pi i decided to chuck it !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a test for me , of my character and confidence and i did well i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean when u have nothing to lose u do perform above your ability thats what i did today .&lt;br /&gt;i did not shriek nor did i waned today , never once did i stammered  perhaps i knew that i dont having anything to gain from it .&lt;br /&gt;this arises a question "" why is it  when we want somthing badly we enp up losing it ?""&lt;br /&gt;why do we underperform when put to stern test under pressure ??&lt;br /&gt;i dont know d answer the day i know perhaps i will be a succesful dude then ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-7296335552892727680?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7296335552892727680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=7296335552892727680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/7296335552892727680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/7296335552892727680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/04/group-discussion.html' title='group discussion'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-7391872675710577842</id><published>2007-03-26T19:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:50:32.581+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This one is for jackie and bhatt !!! guys both of u rock just want say thanks for everything !!!!</title><content type='html'>The memories remain .....&lt;br /&gt;as i walk down the memory lane,&lt;br /&gt;pondering on things that went&lt;br /&gt;down the drain&lt;br /&gt;i can still remember the times we had together&lt;br /&gt;ah the moments we spent together&lt;br /&gt;We used to have fun&lt;br /&gt;together we used to see the sun&lt;br /&gt;still remember the race that we did run&lt;br /&gt;it was five in the morning then !!!&lt;br /&gt;Time had the better of us,&lt;br /&gt;now we are together nomore,&lt;br /&gt;we are seperated&lt;br /&gt;but are we friends nomore???&lt;br /&gt;Its all over we used to joke&lt;br /&gt;but this is statement on which&lt;br /&gt;i have to poke&lt;br /&gt;Friend we are still but this life is now&lt;br /&gt;just a kill!!&lt;br /&gt;feels hard to know that at times of crisis&lt;br /&gt;i waned ,&lt;br /&gt;feels hard to know that i was d weakest in d chain&lt;br /&gt;and this thought gives me a pain again &amp; again &amp;amp; again .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stuck ,&lt;br /&gt;and i am so cold&lt;br /&gt;somehow someway i feel no more&lt;br /&gt;wounds within me are still so so sore&lt;br /&gt;though we have all moved on&lt;br /&gt;i know the memories remain&lt;br /&gt;fast and long&lt;br /&gt;hope that our friendship had been just as strong ??&lt;br /&gt;Without you my friends&lt;br /&gt;even days are dark as night,&lt;br /&gt;i want to see no more ,&lt;br /&gt;no i do not want to hear anymore&lt;br /&gt;i know things will never be the same again&lt;br /&gt;but the meomories we spent together&lt;br /&gt;will always remain......&lt;br /&gt;The best time of my life&lt;br /&gt;i spent with you two&lt;br /&gt;and i just want to say&lt;br /&gt;" Thank you "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-7391872675710577842?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7391872675710577842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=7391872675710577842&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/7391872675710577842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/7391872675710577842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-one-is-for-jackie-and-bhatt-guys.html' title='This one is for jackie and bhatt !!! guys both of u rock just want say thanks for everything !!!!'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-9026909191597187472</id><published>2007-03-25T22:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-25T22:48:17.549+05:30</updated><title type='text'>what do i want from life ???</title><content type='html'>hmm what do i want from life ??&lt;br /&gt;Well lets see  , perhaps after the end of this blog i will be able to get the answers ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose everyone wants someone from their life , some people want money , some want love ?? some fame , some power , some friends??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no different i want all these too .  may be respect and power is what i want utmost .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that people respects me for what i am , dont tell me to do this and that . They better mind there own fuking bussiness , i want people understand that everyone here had  d right to lives way he wants too and thats it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want  power ya , i do so when anyone wrogs me i can wrog him twice or maybe thrice so that i can help poor peopl living out there get a decent life , so that i can change d life of some ppl out there .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want the power to create a difference in others life ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not d least i want a true friend, a friend who understands me  and supports me  but he or she can wait .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm and it will not be complete without telling you this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to ell d cat yeah thats wht i want to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i know its a lil tough but still i wannt it ............&lt;br /&gt;i wanna feel d best wana know what ma country has to offer at d utmost level......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey this is all i want maybe or maybe not ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still this life is a paradox , a dilemma perhaps thats why it is so , so interesting !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-9026909191597187472?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/9026909191597187472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=9026909191597187472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/9026909191597187472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/9026909191597187472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-do-i-want-from-life.html' title='what do i want from life ???'/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-1180849759340966125</id><published>2007-03-25T20:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-01T10:02:45.166+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-1180849759340966125?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1180849759340966125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=1180849759340966125&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/1180849759340966125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/1180849759340966125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/03/god-i-will-miss-her.html' title=''/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422191997565600427.post-766909240157299333</id><published>2007-03-25T19:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:21:00.459+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_38VpD41aIew/RgZ8vPs-tXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEDnYGCnyc0/s1600-h/Image(11).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045857583626106226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_38VpD41aIew/RgZ8vPs-tXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEDnYGCnyc0/s400/Image(11).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; well , how do i start ?? i dnt know .  A big big big day dreamer . i believe i am in dis world to something special  i hope god gives me a chance to do it .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe no one is larger then life no one means no one .&lt;br /&gt; i m a loner , just want to do my own stuff here .  I dont get angry but i think that i think about dis world and ppl here a lil too much , maybe i should just gve a fck abt them&lt;br /&gt;its my life .my fcking  life  and i have to live it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422191997565600427-766909240157299333?l=lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/766909240157299333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422191997565600427&amp;postID=766909240157299333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/766909240157299333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422191997565600427/posts/default/766909240157299333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucifier-mysideoflife.blogspot.com/2007/03/well-how-do-i-start-i-dnt-know.html' title=''/><author><name>lucifier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14366295154725214218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_38VpD41aIew/RgZ8vPs-tXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LEDnYGCnyc0/s72-c/Image(11).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
