<?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-653050129342536304</id><updated>2011-11-12T19:28:00.434+05:30</updated><category term='theories'/><category term='death'/><category term='pune'/><category term='srk'/><category term='supernatural'/><category term='nice guys'/><category term='black holes'/><category term='CTC Secunderabad'/><category term='selfish'/><category term='awesomeness'/><category term='hunger'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='gangrene'/><category term='Kingston 2GB micro SD'/><category term='labels for this post'/><category term='home'/><category term='personal life'/><category term='treat'/><category term='proism'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='youth'/><category term='foresight?'/><category term=':('/><category term='the one'/><category term='chakkas'/><category term='awesomeness personified'/><category term='mean'/><category term='Scrubs Season 8 Finale'/><category term='work'/><category term='sexism'/><category term='humor'/><category term='hyderabad'/><category term='industrial fair'/><category term='hatton'/><category term='soccer'/><category term='sometimes'/><category term='exams'/><category term='BITSAA'/><category term='IPL'/><category term='the mask'/><category term='cigarettes'/><category term='kasab'/><category term='corporate world'/><category term='love vs friendship'/><category term='packman'/><category term='Gemini'/><category term='Mr. Chandrababu Naidu'/><category term='stomach capacity'/><category term='potty'/><category term='amazing'/><category term='Zen Stone Plus'/><category term='people'/><category term='Qurbani'/><category term='KK'/><category term='arrange marriage'/><category term='madness'/><category term='LOL'/><category term='hostel life'/><category term='songs'/><category term='trust'/><category term='cricket'/><category term='piracy'/><category term='farewells'/><category term='yawn'/><category term='insects'/><category term='salary jokes'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='lazy'/><category term='back with a bang'/><category term='Funny quotes'/><category term='haleem'/><category term='missions'/><category term='PS2'/><category term='backlogs'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='boxing'/><category term='football'/><category term='escapism'/><category term='outing'/><category term='dada'/><category term='friends'/><category term='unequality'/><category term='_/\_'/><category term='buildups and proposals'/><category term='teachers'/><category term='office'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='GHMC'/><category term='head massage'/><category term='random'/><category term='vampires'/><category term='cusp'/><category term='legends'/><category term='F.R.I.E.N.D.S'/><category term='ice-cream'/><category term='siamese twins'/><category term='life'/><category term='conspiracy theory'/><category term='Beliefs'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='eating'/><category term='smoking'/><category term='help :)'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='smiley'/><category term='numbers'/><title type='text'>KK's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653050129342536304.post-1325277165151003921</id><published>2011-11-12T19:20:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-12T19:28:00.469+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice-cream'/><title type='text'>Short story</title><content type='html'>You're having an ice-cream. &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you see a coffee shop and think "Hey I like coffee too - why not have it as well!" &lt;br /&gt;Now, you try to juggle between the two, before finally deciding to have the coffee first and the ice-cream later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is then that you realise that coffee isn't as good as you first thought it was after a few sips, and by this time, the ice-cream has melted away too. &lt;br /&gt;And then you also realise that you haven't really liked ice-cream either, only for lack of alternates were you having it in the first place! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result - No coffee and no ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral - Noted in my mind. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - I love coffee and ice-cream like anything; just had to make an analogy to substitute "people" :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-1325277165151003921?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/1325277165151003921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=1325277165151003921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/1325277165151003921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/1325277165151003921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2011/11/short-story.html' title='Short story'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-3912568295801265416</id><published>2011-10-14T19:51:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-14T22:03:30.628+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Deja vu</title><content type='html'>It's that time of the year again! The time when I feel lonely, deserted, far away from all those who I love and who love me back! Almost like I'm lost somewhere in a corporate jungle wherein I have all the "resources" to "connect" with everyone, but even then it feels hollow inside, for they are but cheap substitutes. Cheap substitutes for spending time with real people in person, real people who genuinely and unconditionally care about me and love me. Forever, whatever the circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels worthless, to stay so isolated from them all, only meeting family once a quarter and close friends maybe once a year - even though professionally I'm doing fine, is it worth giving my personal life up for? This is some sort of a dilemma - while family always remains atop the group of people I'd want to stay as close as possible to, "friends" are debatable. I, on my part, may even consider putting personal life above work, but how to be sure that they are worth it? And, God forbid, should the tables turn - would they choose me over work? I'm not so sure - only a handful of people I know are selfless to this extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget work, sometimes I feel low after a boring, routine day at work, but do I ask someone to be there for me? No, not explicitly. Does anyone ask me if I really am fine? No, not even a hint. Even then, I am always there for "friends", even during MY low times, to help them through THEIR problems - be it work or otherwise. Out go my issues, right out the window! Console the others, make them feel good, secure, that everything's gonna be alright - soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not complaining about doing any of the above either - what I detest from the bottom of my heart, is that they don't even know or acknowledge or appreciate that I'm sacrificing something for them, that I'm putting them before myself and my problems. They just take me for granted at all times, for far too long, and if and when I decide to point this out, they're either ready with their "reasons" for doing so, or feel I'm being rude to them, that I'm insulting the "friendship"! Classic narcissism! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I've been writing recently, I've really become cold towards these people - even though I may be hurting inside for being so. It's not that I don't care anymore, but I thought you have to draw a line somewhere. That your interests more often than not SHOULD come before others'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hell with those who don't value me or my time/emotions, I say now on I spend my time and emotions for those who genuinely appreciate my help. I'll try this out for a while! Let's see how it goes! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions, advice, views, criticism - anything of the sort - always welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - What they say IS true indeed - people only realize one's value when he/she has gone far away from them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:- And what I think, is that close friends that you make in school and in college stay with you forever. The not-so-close friends from these times are fine too, whenever they get in touch! Would do anything for most of them without complaints! Nowadays I guess I only get to meet people who are selfish, manipulative, and ones who I'm sure would forget me after their short term personal gains; unlike the school and college friends. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-3912568295801265416?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/3912568295801265416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=3912568295801265416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/3912568295801265416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/3912568295801265416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2011/10/deja-vu.html' title='Deja vu'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-9146429361736883159</id><published>2011-09-05T23:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:51:46.584+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':('/><title type='text'>Mishtake ho gya :|</title><content type='html'>Why is it that I am so intent on making the same mistakes again, and again, and again!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same ones which I am accustomed to making, and dare I say people expect me to make - I keep repeating the same steps, the blueprint as if I am always supposed to follow! :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will it stop! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-9146429361736883159?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/9146429361736883159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=9146429361736883159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/9146429361736883159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/9146429361736883159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2011/09/mishtake-ho-gya.html' title='Mishtake ho gya :|'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-6131836854997978902</id><published>2011-08-10T15:14:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-11T12:37:12.516+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gangrene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foresight?'/><title type='text'>Gangrene! (for want of better...)</title><content type='html'>Lately, say for about 2-3 months, I've somehow developed a real gem of a quality. At least I'd like to convince myself that I have found it, and that it's really a quality! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, earlier, I used to blindly trust each and every person - his/her actions, thoughts, opinions... you get it.&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, I've come to see right through them - if I now interact with people, I automatically think on the lines of 'what might his/her motive behind this be? What would he/she gain from doing this?'; and it helps, a LOT! Not only am I hurt less often, mostly due to failing expectations, but I always have a step's advantage over them. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there still are many people about whom I still am the same - blind trust and all, but I've now started shortening the list. This is tough, I admit, but it's better to condition myself to this than bear the pain that comes along the way - judging by experiences. I hate to admit that this new way hurts too, but very less compared to the other alternative. It's like cutting your finger off in order to save your life from gangrene spreading! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm quite liking the new version of myself! I now think a lot more about myself than care for random people, and I'm planning to resume my reading - adding variety to what I usually read, and hopefully read something that'll help my goals as well, along with the hobby. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. S. - This is my first post using my mobile, and it's from Delhi Metro - I'm traveling to CP to meet 2 of my close friends (sadly it's a goodbye for quite some time). &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit 11 Aug, a day after the original post:- Goodbyes are ALWAYS sad. Painful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-6131836854997978902?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/6131836854997978902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=6131836854997978902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/6131836854997978902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/6131836854997978902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2011/08/lately-say-for-about-2-3-months-ive.html' title='Gangrene! (for want of better...)'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-4724527909947875345</id><published>2011-08-04T03:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-04T05:42:52.479+05:30</updated><title type='text'>People, and growing up</title><content type='html'>(This post is mostly about people in general.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that we are out in the "real world" for the best part of 2.5 years, the first 6 months of which were in a more "protected" environment of an internship, it has really been quite long since I became a part of it. Even though I do not like it one bit, I mean the "etc" things that go along with the actual work, I have to drag myself into the filth just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I probably have written earlier as well, colleagues are shite in general. I always tend to compare them with crabs - neither will one try to go up the lake by itself, but they'll make sure that the one who's putting efforts to go up is dragged back. Crabs, literally. I wonder if this is the same scenario in all offices in India, and indeed the whole world. Sad situation to be in, really. Especially if one does not want to be a crab, if one is only interested in his work, and worse, is good at it. They'll absolutely make sure that they play their "games" against you and your potential-rise. The actual things they do and the levels that they stoop down to are so sick that I'd rather refrain from describing them here. For a person like me (short tempered, upfront) it is a mighty task to keep the rage in check, and more importantly, the words in check. I'm trying hard to be at my best behaviour, but it always feels overwhelming, to consciously ignore all the negative energy and try to be nice to everyone - including crabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if one expects one's "friends" to be any different, wake up! Bar a few really close friends, everyone is just there to use you, literally. I may have written about this earlier as well... don't quite read my own blog posts now, do I!?&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, lately I have been really cold to most people around me. As it should be. It is a pain to only be nice to everyone and be there for any and every one when they need any sort of help - most expensive of which is emotional/sentimental help. Several times I and Vandith have discussed about this, that it is painful, doesn't do us any good, and that we should try and change our attitude towards at least those who aren't exactly close. And I can gladly say, that I have begun implementing it for some months now. Although it doesn't feel "right", and that it is against my instincts, it is not just who I am, but sometimes it is sensible to take the easy path instead of the path of suffering. People have their own lives, they can take care of themselves. There's no need to keep caring about every Tom, Dick and Harry that comes along. And it feels good to be so. Feels like I have time for myself, to think about myself for a change and not others. Not prioritize myself at the end. It is only just, for people tend to only use you as a "lodging and boarding" when they feel most insecure, in need and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So considering the above two things, personal and professional both, is it right that I now think about all possibilities for every situation? For e.g., if someone does something, I have come to naturally think what might his/her reasons be - does the person really mean to do it, or there are hidden intentions!!? I guess this has been quite a revelation, because I now get to judge people without feeling guilty. Now I get to NOT trust people blindly. I consider the repercussions now, unlike earlier when everything was instinctive, based on blind trust, and no judging. And constant suffering, and forever explaining to self that "The world needs people like me. If everyone turns selfish what would happen..." and things like that. I may hurt people now, unknowingly, but I am trying not to hurt anyone intentionally - that would just be wrong, like the crabs at work! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the new me... as I have named myself... KKv2!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-4724527909947875345?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/4724527909947875345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=4724527909947875345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/4724527909947875345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/4724527909947875345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2011/08/people-and-growing-up.html' title='People, and growing up'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-1295045127535265100</id><published>2011-08-03T23:40:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-04T03:59:23.524+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escapism'/><title type='text'>Youth and escapism</title><content type='html'>Why is today's youth so lazy/afraid to think about their own future? Recently I had been engaged in one or two informal/semi-formal discussions --&amp;gt; one with one of my friends, let's call him Mr. A, and the other with a bunch of interns/new joinees at work; and the only thing that struck me was the sheer lengths to which they were prepared to go to even avoid talking about the future. Their own future, not mine, not the neighbour's. Their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am accustomed to, I was talking to the new guys about their thoughts, and the manner in which they responded was shocking. Every few minutes, they would drift off to a "comfortable" topic, like "how ABC from office is good-for-nothing", etc. They have time to criticize everyone, we all like it of course, but when I was specifically devoting my time for their sake, it was downright rude of them to act the way they did. And, I sacrificed my own targets for the day to spend time with them - my own work has been affected, and for what? A few laughs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree that I am not someone who is "experienced" enough to advise people about anything, but I would still like to think that fresh graduates need some direction - especially since not many came up with it for me during the time when I thought I needed it most. But looking back at the evening that I literally "wasted" today, I am not sure if I would even care (maybe dare?) to waste any of my time for them - I mean, parties, gossips, etc. are fine. But if anyone comes up for help, I hope I am strong enough to decline to help.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, agreed that I haven't been in their shoes - I may never know what they've been through and all, but common courtesy says that when someone is going out of his/her own job description to supposedly "help" you, the least you can do is respect the efforts. All throughout my time spent, I had to stop people from drifting off - Mr. A inclusive - and after a couple of times I simply gave up! People even went away for a few smokes, with my permission of course - however they just don't realise that this is not school anymore, that no one is going to care for their good. And they just lost me as well - I will continue answering technical doubts to them, if any, however that's where I draw a line. If people are not ready to accept reality, if they aren't ready to think for themselves, if their attidude is one of a 16 yr old, may God help them during crisis is all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to Mr. A, I really don't know where to start! Some days, it feels like he's one of the nicest blokes around, but most of the time he's this addict who never cares about anyone/anything except his addiction - part of which is also work. Of course we all care about our family, so that's not under discussion here. Albeit one of the smartest guys around, I really fear for him - because he also falls under the category of the people that I just wrote about above. Now being grown up and all (supposedly!) I expect that he be part of some mature discussions, in vain! Most of the times we end up swearing, arguing, etc. Not many talks have been productive enough to date, and there's hardly times when we even speak anything outside of the "barely necessary". Hope that Mr. A comes to his senses soon, and that God gives him a sound mind to carefully choose among the choices that we have always spoken about - personal and professional. He's closer to me than everyone else in the above paragraph combined, and I would be really disappointed to see him not shine throughout his life, as best as I know he can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, most importantly, I hope that I am really strong enough to say a polite but firm "No" to those who I know are not worth it. I have been disappointed far too many times by worthless pricks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-1295045127535265100?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/1295045127535265100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=1295045127535265100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/1295045127535265100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/1295045127535265100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2011/08/youth-and-escapism.html' title='Youth and escapism'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-7359723738527882129</id><published>2010-12-14T00:23:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-14T01:03:21.241+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mean'/><title type='text'>Stay selfish, stay mean</title><content type='html'>So here I am, after months and months, a first "meaningful" (!?) post.&lt;br /&gt;The going's been hectic (&amp;amp; lazy at other times) but I am not going to keep rambling on about work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing has been on the back of my mind for a good few years now. Why is it that I have to be there for any and every one when they need me, even if I know that most of them have not been there for me when I needed someone, and will never be? Why do I have to be nice to everyone, even if I know that they never were and never are nice to me? Just, WHY?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I may never know the answer to these questions, but I have started changing myself. Be as mean as possible, be as selfish as possible. That's the way they are ainnit? Then so be it. I can and will be one of them. And better them at their trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countless number of times, I have been advised against getting too close to "friends", but no. I am immune to the "free advice". I let people get close to me rather too easily. Then hurt me. Use me. My time and shoulders are always ready for some more. I'd rather have DC++ or Facebook "friends", at least I won't expect anything and likewise from their side. Maybe "anonymous" friends is the answer, since in reality that's what "friends" do - go anonymous when there's the need. Well, most of them. And I, like a blind/dumb/deaf fool, always go back to them, thinking that "maybe later I'll get what I seek". Later? Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really easy, to count the number of "friends". From the fourteen thirty something facebook friends, I bet less than 10 of them (/you) wouldn't even care if I lived or died. That's how life is, I mean I don't expect too much from anyone, but there are some basic values (!?) that cannot be taught/explained. You just have to be "human" enough to know and understand them. And that's where they (/you) fail.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen most kinds of people there are - and most are just about normal, you know what to expect of them and can fairly guess what they expect of you. They are not the subject here. I am against those who pretend to be your best friends when it is THEIR need, and when the tables turn, oops! Mr. India? Now I can also understand that this is not the good old days when people had a moral, but again why am I expected to be there all the time, for things as small as there's a cockroach on my wall to as huge as "my neighbour's dog is gonna be a father"!?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't ANYONE ever reckon that even I might need that friend, that person who I'd like to speak to when I most need someone? Everyone tells me, "KK, kabhi bhi call kar. I'm there for you."; but really? Lately there have been times I look at some of the relationships I've had (i.e. I do have) with people are quite simply non-existent in the true sense. If friendship meant (1) talking every few days, (2) liking/commenting on facebook, etc. then yes, I have thousands of friends. But I have some friends, some real friends, for we may not speak for months and months, and yet when we do, we carry on like there was no pause. Be it anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not even get into the "office friends" zone. I have seen people take advantage of my helpful (!) nature left and right, and abuse it to an extent where I have stopped helping people voluntarily and even when asked, and only do so if my manager specifically tells me to help Mr./Ms. XYZ for abc minutes. That's it. I used to be different, I used to be a "people person", but lately I am one son-of-a-bitch you don't wanna mess with. I don't give a fuck if you think I'm rude, but I'm fucking good at what I do and I'm fucking good at what you do too, so live with it. You are not, and never will be, better than me, even if my brain popped out right now and you tried to learn forever. Just cuz you have "x years of experience" does NOT fucking mean that you are the king/queen. Just that you were born before me, and thus got employed before me. Period. And don't show me your degrees, cuz unless you really are a genius (colleges/degrees don't matter in this case), you have no right to question my intelligence, logic, reasoning, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that would be my message to all the office guys and the clients that I deal with out there who would be lucky enough to land on this dump of a web page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope you had a good time reading this, and sorry for the office bit, it just came out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-7359723738527882129?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/7359723738527882129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=7359723738527882129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/7359723738527882129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/7359723738527882129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2010/12/stay-selfish-stay-mean.html' title='Stay selfish, stay mean'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-1154063312723590259</id><published>2010-10-04T01:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-04T01:27:28.056+05:30</updated><title type='text'>long time...</title><content type='html'>it really has been a long time since i last got active here! close to 11 months, and seems like ages ago! things have really taken speed since. first, it was (preparationless, almost) MBA entrance exams in November-December-January 2009-10, then March beginning i was shifted to our Gurgaon office. after which came the 2 week long Dhaka project (yes, i am PHOREN return!) and then came the 4 week long Mumbai project. finally, when i thought things would be in control since i'd be in Gurgaon for a while, they got worse.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was my routine to work until quite late, and sometimes even sleep at work. Worse still, there were some nights when I didn't catch a minute's sleep and was working for non-stop 36 hours..!! even the security knew i was working like a donkey (yes, in an email to our VP, i said that we're working like donkeys! and he promptly used that line in front of our Global EVP to indicate how the team thinks! :P) and that was just June. July-August were the worst months there could be. work didn't seem to decrease, and even after so many efforts i didn't think there was light at the end of the tunnel! thankfully, i was mistaken. September was one of the better months, work wise. and also personally. i got to go to Hyderabad - where it all began wit my PS2. and this time, it was to give some trainings to our team there as well as the TATA team - under whom we'd done PS2! it was nice to get a good reception :-) sadly, there was SO much to do, i couldn't meet anyone :'( not TnT, not Teju and uncle aunty, not Damu and not my own Aunt! now, within a week, i am scheduled to be home for 5 days and then Goa after that for 3 days! looking forward to a really good month! :D :-) :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hopefully the blogger in me has woken up after along rest :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;adios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-1154063312723590259?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/1154063312723590259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=1154063312723590259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/1154063312723590259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/1154063312723590259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2010/10/long-time.html' title='long time...'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-6210291912382596605</id><published>2009-11-15T01:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-15T01:55:18.723+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice guys'/><title type='text'>Nice guys</title><content type='html'>This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.&lt;br /&gt;This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.&lt;br /&gt;The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.&lt;br /&gt;So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits: &lt;a href="http://www.stwing.upenn.edu/~jenf/writing/rant04.html"&gt;http://www.stwing.upenn.edu/~jenf/writing/rant04.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-6210291912382596605?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/6210291912382596605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=6210291912382596605' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/6210291912382596605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/6210291912382596605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/11/nice-guys.html' title='Nice guys'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653050129342536304.post-8623297011344347804</id><published>2009-10-23T02:32:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-23T19:21:02.390+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buildups and proposals'/><title type='text'>The last 2 posts, explained</title><content type='html'>well, after going through a LOT of pains (read searching all sorts of forums and whatnot) to get the scripts of FRIENDS and Scrubs, i &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt; posted what i wanted to, since ages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one,where Chandler proposed to Monica, is SO awesome, it makes me cry every single time i watch that episode (and it always starts with some 2 episodes prior to the one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one, titled "My Finale" i.e. JD's final day at Sacred Heart, is also quite emotional, just like JD is. And even that makes me cry every single time that i watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the real reasons why i posted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIENDS one:&lt;/strong&gt; well, it is the most ideal life can ever get, if you see it that way. two best friends, engaged, and the way that happens-the history, the buildup-everything, makes me wonder how many best friends can boast of something such intense! hardly a few, from what i can guess from all the people that i have known. something that happens only when we are asleep (i.e. dreams)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scrubs one:&lt;/strong&gt; phew, where do i even &lt;strong&gt;start&lt;/strong&gt; for this one! it almost feels like JD is speaking my lines... i ALWAYS build up everything, only to see all the expectations almost never met, right from the "grand hello" part to the "saddest goodbye"part. be it any regular day, and a meeting with someone i meet everyday, or be it a special day wherein i am lucky enough to meet those select few who i really care a lot about-i inevitably tend to build every moment up, and start "playing" the movie wherein i am the lead and the "future me" plays my role in whatever awaits. and it is PAINFUL to say the least, to always come home disappointed. every foreseen moment that never happens, each "mentally rehearsed" goodbye that never materialises, is a pain beyond words. and in spite of going through all this, i never stop the "build up" imaginations... its like, i am meant to be hurt! and like JD says, i am not sure why it matters to me the way it does!! and like he says, we all like to believe that whatever we do is important, that people hang on to our every word, that they care what we think. and the future, who knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for everything that JD has said in that monologue, i have a memory about me thinking in the exact same manner, and i am glad that JD's lines inspired me enough to post this very unknown fact about my self!! hope people take note! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-8623297011344347804?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/8623297011344347804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=8623297011344347804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8623297011344347804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8623297011344347804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-2-posts-explained.html' title='The last 2 posts, explained'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-3629164689421535900</id><published>2009-10-23T02:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-23T02:31:52.494+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrubs Season 8 Finale'/><title type='text'>:'(</title><content type='html'>JD: Things rarely go exactly the way you want them to, so sometimes you make due with whatever you can get… Endings are never easy; I always build them up so much in my head they can’t possibly live up to my expectations, and I just end up disappointed. I’m not even sure why it matters to me so much how things end here…I guess it’s because we all want to believe that what we do is very important, that people hang onto our every word, that they care what we think. The truth is: you should consider yourself lucky if you even occasionally get to make someone, anyone, feel a little better. After that it’s all about the people that you let into your life. And as my mind drifted to faces I’ve seen here before, I was taken to memories of family, of coworkers, of lost loves, even of those who’ve left us. And as I rounded that corner, they all came at me in a wave of shared experience…And even though it felt warm and safe, I knew it had to end. It’s never good to live in the past too long.As for the future, thanks to Dan, it didn’t seem so scary anymore. It could be whatever I wanted it to be… And who’s to say this isn’t what happens? Who can tell me that my fantasies won’t come true… just this once?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-3629164689421535900?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/3629164689421535900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=3629164689421535900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/3629164689421535900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/3629164689421535900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_23.html' title=':&apos;('/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-8714883813160168487</id><published>2009-10-23T02:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-23T02:28:02.313+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F.R.I.E.N.D.S'/><title type='text'>:')</title><content type='html'>(He walks dejectedly into his apartment to find it lit with about a thousand candles and Monica standing in the living room.)&lt;br /&gt;Monica: You wanted it to be a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;(He turns to look at Joey who smiles slyly and closes the door leaving them alone.)&lt;br /&gt;Chandler: Oh my God.&lt;br /&gt;(Monica gets down on one knee.)&lt;br /&gt;Monica: Chandler… In all my life… I never thought I would be so lucky. (Starting to cry.) As to…fall in love with my best…my best… There’s a reason why girls don’t do this!&lt;br /&gt;Chandler: Okay! (He joins her on one knee) Okay! Okay! Oh God, I thought… (Starting to cry, pauses) Wait a minute, I-I can do this. (Pause) I thought that it mattered what I said or where I said it. Then I realized the only thing that matters is that you, (Pause) you make me happier than I ever thought I could be. (Starting to cry again.) And if you’ll let me, I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you feel the same way. (Pause as he gets out the ring.) Monica, will you marry me?&lt;br /&gt;Monica: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;(The crowd goes wild as he puts the ring on her finger. They hug and kiss this time as an engaged couple.)&lt;br /&gt;Monica: I knew you were likely to take a wife!&lt;br /&gt;(They hug again.)&lt;br /&gt;Joey: (yelling through the door) Can we come it yet?! We’re dying out here!&lt;br /&gt;Monica: Come in! Come in! (Joey, Rachel, and Phoebe burst through the door.) We’re engaged!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Everyone screams and has a group hug.)&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: Ohhh, this is the least jealous I’ve ever been!&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe: Oh no wait no, this is wrong! Ross isn’t here!&lt;br /&gt;Monica: Oh…&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: Oh hell, he’s done this three times! He knows what its about!&lt;br /&gt;Joey: Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;(They all hug again.)&lt;br /&gt;Ending Credits&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-8714883813160168487?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/8714883813160168487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=8714883813160168487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8714883813160168487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8714883813160168487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=':&apos;)'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-8968422627939938011</id><published>2009-10-09T01:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T01:40:21.678+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='_/\_'/><title type='text'>me, myself and KK</title><content type='html'>not many know all sides there are, to me... i am like a cube, some sides are ALWAYS hidden, whichever way you look at it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i even amaze myself, much like Federer said about his "shot" against the "Djoker" earlier this year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-8968422627939938011?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/8968422627939938011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=8968422627939938011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8968422627939938011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8968422627939938011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-myself-and-kk.html' title='me, myself and KK'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-6237494588607218895</id><published>2009-10-01T00:38:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:43:32.929+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proism'/><title type='text'>\m/ - part 2</title><content type='html'>well.. we were on Dushy's bike, he was driving (ob) and we just came across an all guy couple (maybe they werent a couple per se... but who knows) and i just was the usual, whistling KK... i was just thinking, should those guys go to the police and complain, what'd they say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'there are &lt;strong&gt;adamteasers&lt;/strong&gt; in the area'???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who don't get the awesomeness in the above line... eveteasing is EVE-teasing and Adam and Eve were blah blah... and thus Adamteasing... gosh, at this rate i will be credited for so many things in the not so distant future!! i'm SO proud of myself, and not just cuz of what i have mentioned in the posts here... somethings are best left unsaid! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-6237494588607218895?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/6237494588607218895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=6237494588607218895' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/6237494588607218895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/6237494588607218895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/10/m-part-2.html' title='\m/ - part 2'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-1962797068851194327</id><published>2009-09-28T06:59:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-28T07:03:41.157+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siamese twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smiley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness personified'/><title type='text'>\m/</title><content type='html'>well, so here comes my ingenious creation:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if :-) is a smiley and (-: is a smiley,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;represents siamese twins smiling!! joined at the head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say it, i am awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.-that occurred to me while i was updating my facebook status, so maybe i will credit fb to an extent if i am credited with (-:-) in the future!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-1962797068851194327?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/1962797068851194327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=1962797068851194327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/1962797068851194327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/1962797068851194327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/09/m.html' title='\m/'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-8961639167333484755</id><published>2009-09-10T04:59:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-10T05:10:50.227+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Sometimes.. (part 2)</title><content type='html'>you think you know someone.. you "think" you know someone.. but it turns out, it was always an illusion.. you know people will be there for you when you need them the most, you "know" people will be there when you need them the most.. but it turns out, it was always an illusion.. you think you own someone.. you "think" you own someone.. but it turns out, it was always an illusion.. that you never knew, never owned someone and no one was ever gonna be there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to the real world, where "friends" are only for social networking, and family is the real "friend in need"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-8961639167333484755?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/8961639167333484755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=8961639167333484755' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8961639167333484755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8961639167333484755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-part-2.html' title='Sometimes.. (part 2)'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-4866195542358501290</id><published>2009-09-10T04:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-10T04:32:12.030+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachers'/><title type='text'>Teachers' Day!!</title><content type='html'>This Teachers' Day, i decided i should call my school teachers, who are the only teachers from whom i have actually learned something. cuz post 10th class, its all self study until you get to a degree college, and when THAT happens, there's no study-as is my case :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i get my class 8th-10th teacher's number somehow, and call her a day late (due to the time lost in procurement of the number..).. its evening, some 8pm or so.. i dial it, and as soon as "she" answered it, it felt like 8 years ago again! oh God, i miss School.. when she asked who was i, and when i replied "Kaustubh" (see, NO full name.. thats how close some of us are to her, and vice versa) (and its not that i'd called her often.. for the first time ever, i'd called), the joy in her voice was apparent. even a deaf person could've deduced that we both were VERY happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she asked about my present, what i am doing, future plans, blah blah blah.. and i asked about her health, her daughter (who i havent seen since ages, and now is in class 10th!!!) blah blah blah.. and all the while, i was trembling.. due to what, is not known to me yet. maybe it was due to happiness, due to excitement, due to respect-induced fear (boy we did fear her-or maybe it was respect fear too- during school days!) but any case.. it felt good. check, AWESOME! i even asked her to pass my good wishes to the other teachers (whose numbers i didnt have sadly) and i am sure she must have..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to all my teachers, school teachers, parents, relatives, friends, brothers, sisters, everyone who has tought me small and big things in life. i owe you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-4866195542358501290?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/4866195542358501290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=4866195542358501290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/4866195542358501290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/4866195542358501290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-day.html' title='Teachers&apos; Day!!'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-1088940585001672080</id><published>2009-09-06T03:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-06T06:33:08.635+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back with a bang'/><title type='text'>Guess who's back!</title><content type='html'>Feels awesome to be back, to be blogging again, yay! hope all the posts were worth the time that i spent typing and thinking (well, thats not a lot, considering i am pretty fast at both-typing and thinking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish i could talk this out rather than typing it on such a public forum (as if people read!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-1088940585001672080?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/1088940585001672080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=1088940585001672080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/1088940585001672080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/1088940585001672080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/09/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess who&apos;s back!'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-8187627101389553058</id><published>2009-09-06T03:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-06T03:58:57.851+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love vs friendship'/><title type='text'>Friendship/Love??</title><content type='html'>well, there was this discussion with a friend one night. gtalk of course. and we were just discussing about relationships (YES, girlfriend-boyfriend types). i happened to be saying, that one should not keep "options open" as she said. i argued, that when i see someone, i see a friend, and not a prospective girlfriend/wife (girl-specific). which is natural for everyone i guess (and hope). but then there's a phase wherein people who are not very close friends (yet) and not hi-bye friends either. that's the time (i feel) to decide. if i cross that time, and people (and by people, i refer to girls every time) get somewhat close to me, i somehow tend to see them as friends only, nothing more. and i don't think it is bad, in any way. after all, friendship is what is needed. cuz there will be one wife, but thousands of friends, and no point in spoiling the essence of friendship in keeping "options open". if that's the way the world operates, God save us all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have seen sometimes, that two close friends end up together. i mean, HOW can they do that man. even if we assume that they like each other (without the other knowing..) so how difficult is it to take the first step! i can only imagine.. what if its not mutual? what if one silly mistake ruins it all, and ruins it forever? is everything worth the risk? losing everything that you've shared for years, over one moment of madness? i think the answer is a big NO with capital N and O. some might tend to think differently, its their viewpoint. i for one can never take such risks ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since me and the friend discussed about my "promise to my mother that she won't have to bride-hunt for me" (LOL@that), i said that every passing day i feel like i am losing hope over the same. and i don't think my life is lacking anything/anyone. just that i most certainly won't be able to keep the promise that's all. cuz now i am not in college, and its very unlikely that i meet a girl somehow, and get to know her really well, and well enough to know that she might be the one.. not that i am looking anywhere (as of now!), since work and Hyderabad are kinda enough to keep me away from it (no offence meant towards Hyderabadis though!) hence, i argued that my mom only will have to bride-hunt :D can't imagine how happy (!!?) my mom will be!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and me, i have decided to get married within the next 6+-1 years. its all planned out, sirf ladki ki kami hai :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-8187627101389553058?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/8187627101389553058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=8187627101389553058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8187627101389553058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8187627101389553058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/09/friendshiplove.html' title='Friendship/Love??'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-8633175400796766112</id><published>2009-09-06T03:18:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-06T03:41:39.095+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Personal..</title><content type='html'>hmm, so much so for the Corporate life. on the personal front, its going pretty okay. since i now have a SIM card (unlike June-July), i can be in touch with many friends and relatives. plus, there's a net connection, so it all helps you see :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, the next few lines, hope they come out like i want them to.. i take this opportunity to convey my sincere, heartfelt apologies and thanks to everyone who's ever known me. be it my class 3rd friend, or be it someone who i came to know some minutes ago. and i want to tell everyone that no matter how busy i sound (!), there's nothing which will make me not be there for anyone and everyone who needs me. and i don't want to lose touch with anyone. especially my pre-BITS friends. cuz those friendships are the most pure, which are formed in the early stages of life. no malice, no jealousy, no envy, no pride, no comparison, nothing! just pure friendship. and it is VERY difficult to find such friends (maybe difficult is the wrong word here, its virtually impossible!) ever again, to build the rapport in a way that would lead to such friendships now is kinda unthinkable. as in, nowadays people don't meet often, keep in touch through the cellphone or the net, that's it. and i agree that even i have fallen prey to these "new age" modes, i still prefer the (g-)olden days. when we used to meet every single day at school, eat each others' tiffins, beat each other up (!), and playplayplayplayplay. of course, without much affecting our acads :D but later on, it all got screwed up. old friends, due to various reasons, weren't in contact, all the while i was busy making new friends (and screwing my acads; the two are not related in any way mind you), and enjoying. now, i feel like i have maybe made a mistake by not keeping in touch with the oldest of friends. although it's never too late for friends, is it!! :) \m/ that's the best thing about childhood friends. we may not talk for weeks, months, ages.. but when we do, and after we do, it feels like we've NEVER been away. something the other friends won't understand. they want to be "constantly in the face", viz. everyday calls/SMS-es/mails. and i don't say i don't do it/need it. i sure do, in fact i am the first person who needs these things. but then, sometimes i feel, that most of such friends are just friends. and i can't ask for anything more than a few smiles and stuff like that, friends who know me as KK (and not kautya) are maybe wrong (sometimes i feel..) in that they see me as someone who's always ready for fun, for masti, for a few laughs, and as someone who's totally wasted. one who doesn't study at all, one who doesn't care a bit about career and stuff. and i don't blame them, its true for the post-12th me, and the pre-BITS friends find it totally difficult to trust this fact, to which i also agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(realising this is going nowhere...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just wanted to take this opportunity to thank everyone, and to apologise to any and every one of you who i have hurt (ouch! thats a lot, sadly). and i can't thank God enough for all you people out there. and even now, i keep meeting new people (even if not in person) somehow, and the growing list of good people that i know is growing like anything. take the past one year. it has been the most amazing in some ways. i met some very old friends, very good friends back then, after a gap of eons, and friends of friends, girl/boy-friends of friends - new acquaintances so to say, even them people, they're too good. after getting to know them, it sometimes shocks me to realise that just ONE year back no one among them i knew, and how quickly it feels like we've been friends for ever! and i don't know what makes them and me cross paths, kuch to acha kiya hoga pichle janam mein!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even my relatives. everyone is so good to me. kabhi kabhi lagta hai, i do not deserve this much. and it hurts to not be with everyone. uncles, aunts, parents, brothers, sisters, grandparents, everyone who's seen me grow very closely, and seen me develop (hopefully!) into what i am today. i miss childhood, when i was pampered and scolded like anything!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life cannot be the same without every single one of you. be in touch! love you all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-8633175400796766112?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/8633175400796766112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=8633175400796766112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8633175400796766112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8633175400796766112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/09/personal_06.html' title='Personal..'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-7667065627959893047</id><published>2009-09-06T02:42:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-06T03:10:38.430+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate world'/><title type='text'>Corporate...</title><content type='html'>Well,these days life hasn't been so happening. its pretty much work, eat, sleep, eat, work, eat, sleep, work ad inf.. sometimes there's training scheduled, then it changes. in a bad way. it goes training, work, eat, sleep, eat, training, work, eat.. and it sucks. there's no time to even SEE my flat mates awake, let alone spend time with them. no movies, no dinner outings, nothing. just bloody office and back. and in office too, the life is sad. not work, but life. people, who're totally "corporate lifestyle" adjusted, unlike me, are sad. all they do, is bitch about someone or the other, sing songs (telugu), talk on the phone loudly (sometimes even on the speaker) and whatnot (let me tell what not, they even watched porn one day, sick bastards).. not to mention the non-dying habit of Indians, to not work and just pass the buck to someone else. even if someone calls/mails regarding some work, they say call this call that.. eventually not much is done. and i feel this is pretty sad. cuz end of the day, they themselves have to do the work, but after a merry-go-round of passing the responsibility. and then there's the Seniority. to hell with that man! i mean, "just" cuz someone's senior (read a "dumass" like Red would say) one shouldn't be having the right to order you around. and its not like he's asking you to do something, its like, he treats you like your personal slave, to the extent i dare say, he might ask people to pull his zipper down should he need to pee. just today, i was on a con-call with 2 people, and i politely directed him to the team who could help him (the senior of the two), and said that the issue is in NO way related to my domain. he "ordered" me to take it up further with the concerned team, i politely said that i have other work, and gave him the phone number also (a BIG plus, trust me..), but he "insisted" that i work. i said, finally, that i cannot in any way. he was like, maybe he should talk to my boss. i lost it. i said, maybe a bit rudely, that talk to my boss all you can, no one can help you with the issue BUT the team i was directing him to. he shot back, excerpts of the same "arrogant... blahblah.. ego.. blahblah... senior... blahblah.. don't want to work... blahblah.. report you to the senior.." and FINALLY said bye. i SO held back on the swear words, damn. seems he was a bigshot, but i don't care. it was not my mistake, and i for one will never, ever take crap from someone, anyone, for no mistake of my own.&lt;br /&gt;then there's bitching... MAN, guys at work can beat the Roadies wali Dilli-Chandigarh ki chicks at bitching HANDS DOWN. seems to me, all they do is bitch. he is like this, she did that, he talks behind the back (!!!) etc etc. plus, since i am not so involved in all this entertainment, and i am pretty pissed at the same, not to mention disturbed, i get to blog about the same!! \m/ yay! and not to mention the lack of praise from anyone, for some work that we do in a not-so-wrong way. i mean, if there's a mistake, EVERYONE shoots you like a duck, but when its perfect, not many appreciate. i don't mean to say that it bothers me, but c'mon man, at least say thanks afterwards. am not asking for anything more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all the above, without any extra off since June end! i mean, i don't even get an off always, due to trainings or otherwise. so no holidays, shitty work timings, work environment, shitty work (sometimes), no study for CAT, no going out in Hyderabad, no going out of Hyderabad (don't even dream of it now!), not to mention the mood off due to everything mentioned here.. and since this all DOES affect everyone, like it or not, even the mood after coming home isn't all good; plus the uncertainty of "what next".. was it supposed to be this shitty? what's more, ALL this i do, and for what? for someone else? self-employment is the way out.. fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the REAL World. College was heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.-there are some good things also, but, since i am in the REAL World now, i don't need to mention those. just crib about the bad parts, and be happy =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-7667065627959893047?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/7667065627959893047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=7667065627959893047' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/7667065627959893047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/7667065627959893047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/09/corporate.html' title='Corporate...'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653050129342536304.post-870425841342973369</id><published>2009-08-21T02:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-21T02:19:54.966+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sometimes'/><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>sometimes, you talk.. sometimes you don't.. sometimes you speak your heart out, sometimes you hold back.. sometimes you NEED to (do the above), rarely does the other person understand your state without words/actions... when will i shift from the current state, to the rare? when!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-870425841342973369?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/870425841342973369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=870425841342973369' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/870425841342973369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/870425841342973369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-4717688983339869951</id><published>2009-07-30T01:44:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-30T02:02:08.592+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cigarettes'/><title type='text'>Want some...?</title><content type='html'>so i was waiting at Himalaya Book Store, Panjagutta, Hyderabad (ob!) for a friend. i thought, i'd better go away from the traffic, so i plugged in the earphones and headed towards what seemed to be a quiet road, for a stroll.. i was walking, humming, and suddenly, i see a lady signalling me to come towards her, who probably owned that particular "thela".. i thought, maybe she wants to know the time or something, cuz she certainly didnt seem like someone who was asking for money.. so i look in her direction, walk a few paces, when she coolly took an imaginary cigarette, and took a drag.. i naturally got confused, and suddenly i understood.. it was a gesture asking if i'd like to buy some cigs from her.. in my mind, i was like, what the fuck lady!! you ask that to everyone who passes by? or just me? do i look like someone who smokes? (well, i am keeping a kind of a goatee as of now.. even then!) does that beard give you a hint, that i smoke? and what has this world come to? she was probably 45-50 yrs old, my mom's age so to say.. and she asking me if i wanted to buy some cigs? this is not done.. but then again, it is her sole income (i guess, and which might just end up in her husband's "desi daaru" and some more wounds on her body, but more importantly, her  kids's schooling - i'd hope so..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck, paapi duniya, haae re Kaliyug :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - i declined the offer, of course, and walked another few metres, only to find a girls' hostel there, and a couple standing (i guess it was a couple, they looked like one) and both were smoking. couldnt see the girl's face, but the guy certainly looked like someone who smokes.. hey lady, THAT is someone who smokes, so remember how they look like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-4717688983339869951?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/4717688983339869951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=4717688983339869951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/4717688983339869951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/4717688983339869951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/07/want-some.html' title='Want some...?'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-3749981504006449816</id><published>2009-07-24T03:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-24T03:41:06.360+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zen Stone Plus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Chandrababu Naidu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GHMC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kingston 2GB micro SD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CTC Secunderabad'/><title type='text'>Just another ordinary day? Naaaaah!</title><content type='html'>so yesterday (23rd July) was headed towards being just another regular day.. but then, Dushy Bhai came home early (he's our flat-mate), and said lets go shopping (he was wanting to have an i-pod or something similar of his own since long, but thanks to me the dream was still unfulfilled, since i always think its better to look for all possible options, at all possible shops before buying!) for the i-pod! so we went to CTC, Secunderabad. First, i'd assumed CTC to be some ultra-posh electronic-gadgets-specific shopping mall.. and the reality is, well, you gotta have seen the looks on our faces when we saw what "CTC" looks like.. its Chenoy Trade Center, one of the most shady places you'll ever come across.. its like, what they show in Holly-hits, kinda the places where all the drug-dealing and prostitution happens.. dark, small alleys etc.. ppl doing all kindsa things, from eating to shopping to smoking up to well, just looking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we enter one shop and buy a sexy Creative Zen Stone Plus for Dushy bhai!! (FINALLY, i went out and there was SOMETHING that someone bought!) plus, i got myself a new Kingston 2GB micro SD card.. phone ke liye :) (See, even i spilled out some money!) :D lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we come home.. start with loading songs into the Zen Stone Plus, and suddenly, there's deafening noise nearby our building.. i said, Ganpati season is not very far, so maybe the "band" wale might be practising.. but suddenly, just out of curiosity, i went to the balcony and found out that it was not for Lord Ganesha that they were making all that noise, it was for some politician, i reckon something to do with GHMC elections (Greater Hyderabad Municipal Corporation), and TDP had apparently been successful in getting that particular candidate elected or something.. so i thought, well, that might be his victory ceremony or something, in his area, he lives there na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we keep looking.. suddenly, there's scores of police vehicles rushing there, and shooing all public away.. looking here n there.. we thought, maybe he's some bigshot politician who we dont know about.. then, some 20+ cars come rushing, with screeching halts (like in movies) so close to each other (you GOTTA admire the driving skills!) in front of our building.. they slowly clear the way.. and THEN, there's one car, with a sun-roof.. and i see some ppl coming out of it, as in standing inside the car with heads coming out of the sunroof.. then i realised, HOLY SHIT, its Mr. Chandrababu Naidu in there!! :O :O :O :O i was telling the same to my 2 flatmates, and then suddenly, he looks 3 floors up, diraaaaaaactly at us, and waves.. we were like, Hello!!? there's probably tens or maybe even hundreds of people eager to see you on the road, and he has to see US first... as a knee-jerk, i started waving at him cheerfully, and then since the traffic cleared, his car sped off (not sped off really, just like the usage--sped off :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, we live in a posh area, with many, many Justices of High Courts (retired and currently serving), some Commissioners, the IG of Hyderabad.. all these people around us.. and the area is "Ministers' Colony".. but even then, little did i imagine that at 9pm on a "just another" day, Mr. Chandrababu Naidu would "drop in" in the locality!! and it felt awesome.. with all the media, and all the chaos that pre-and-post-luded the main event.. and the icing on the cake, HE waved at us!! \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know that most of you would be like "okay.. so?" but for me, i felt good :) Elated! i admire him (shut up perverts) for the work that he's put into making Hyderabad what it is today.. he as a CM was my favourite (this time) but then Congress won.. and since school days, i've been his fan, thanks to the media (during his CM days)... and last night, we waved at me (US, rather :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, 24th July, my bro's buddayyyyyyyy!!! happy birthday Aditya!! :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and congrats Dushy bhai for the Zen Stone Plus! :) its saaaaaaxy :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.--in the midst of all the euphoria, i dont even know who the person was, the winner of the GHMC thingy :O :D&lt;br /&gt;aaaand, you GOTTA visit the CTC once :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-3749981504006449816?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/3749981504006449816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=3749981504006449816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/3749981504006449816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/3749981504006449816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-another-ordinary-day-naaaaah.html' title='Just another ordinary day? Naaaaah!'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-6504243291243580379</id><published>2009-07-17T02:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-17T02:26:45.567+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labels for this post'/><title type='text'>Independence?</title><content type='html'>strangely, i felt like posting something, but now there's nothing in my mind to write about.. and i don't want to post random stuff, so i guess i'll edit this post when i get an idea about something to write about :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyy, so i will write about Independence, or the hollowness of the word that we're SO used to using every now and then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, the word in itself is glorified, and nothing, or no one is totally independent. but what is strange is, we're dependent, and no one accepts it. we're dependent on the mobiles that we own, the laptops, and all such things, which, come to think of it, dont seem like our masters (in the true sense) but yes, we're SO attached to "things" that we don't even know what it is like to be spending a day without any of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take my case.. i was unable to connect to the internet for the past one month (majority of it anyways), and a few days ago, somehow my cellphone got screwed plus my SIM card is blocked.. so, i cant use my laptop (no net..) and not even my phone+SIM.. so i am so "disconnected", and it made me think.. why am i so dependent on these things?! maybe cuz i am dependent on people, and these things are a means to get in touch with the people.. but then again, that applies to me.. most people, they talk on the IM clients and SMS like they're childhood friends.. and when meet in person, it seems like nothing is there to be talked about.. so in a way, we're all handicapped by the use of the new technology, whereas technology is supposed to do the opposite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this is getting random, as usual, but i hope at least someone gets the point.. maybe Independence is the wrong word, but i am short of words right now (2:24am @ Office..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao.. hoping to be back regularly, once i get a proper net connection (this is temporary, someone else's Data Card :D )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-6504243291243580379?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/6504243291243580379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=6504243291243580379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/6504243291243580379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/6504243291243580379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-title.html' title='Independence?'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-8958690799561689017</id><published>2009-06-30T20:58:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:16:14.948+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday KK!!!</title><content type='html'>Of all possible topics (forget the backlog.. wont be possible to write all random stuff for at least 2-3 weeks now) i choose to write about my 22nd birthday (yes, it was 21st June-for those who forgot or don't know).. and yes, i am 22 yrs old (ob!) now and am a graduate (of course, unless i fail in PS2, which is, well, totally unlikely to happen).. and now i am working for (or working at?) a company called Acision (check  http://www.acision.com &amp;amp; http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acision). and i am really really very sorry to those who was unable to inform this to.. it all happend VERY fast and i had no time to convey the message.. i am working for the soon-to-be launched Tata GSM services, with the SMS team (as i was with the CDMA SMS team during my internship (or PS2) @ Tata Teleservices Ltd.) and since Tata GSM isnt commercially launched yet, there's a lot of testing and configurations going on right now.. that keeps me more than busy.. its been 8 days since i joined.. and between you and me, dont tell my parents, i'm having just one meal per day.. i.e. either lunch, or dinner, or "linner" (?) at 4pm.. whenever hungry we buy bread or bananas or simply sleep hungry.. plus whenever we go to the Server site, it is bloody 18degrees C, and we have to stay there for &gt;10hrs a day, barefeet.. its crazy.. but we'll start a schedule soon, so hopefully i wont be invisible the next time we meet (WHEN o WHEN will that be?!!).. haan.. so anyways.. company is providing us all a new laptop, a new mobile handset, a new SIM card (Tata GSM ob!) and a Data card.. it will all arrive soon, maybe 2-3 weeks more.. but i somehow dont fancy the teammates that much (shut up, u perverts!).. they are supposedly experienced, but balls to their experience.. me and Beti work much better and much efficiently than them.. (i dont mean ALL, but one or two are plain dumb and/or oversmart).. arrey haan.. i was supposed to write abt my BIRTHDAY!!! shyte.. forgot only.. here it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th June, some of the most lovely people planned a surprised bday celebration for me @ Hyd Central.. its been i guess 8 yrs since i last cut a bday cake.. BITS mein toh no celebrations only, since my bday falls during the Summer vacations.. so these ppl got me a cake, cards, gifts.. everything.. all @ Central mall.. and we were having fun as if the mall was our Uncle's... :D splashing cake everywhere... shouting.. etcetc.. felt awesome.. i SO love all you guys.. :*:*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went home.. and on my actual birthday, i was with relatives... ALL day, only relatives.. grandparents, uncles, aunts.. brothers, sisters... it was, again, AWESOME, made more awesome by the presence of one of my bestest friends... and again, on 22nd, schoolmates ke saath cake cut kiya, after so long (14th exclusive of course)... felt awesome.. who knows whr i will be for my next birthday.. its gonna be on a Monday.. so not much chance of a holiday  either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. Happy Birthday KK!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as usual... i sign off with my usual lines..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing all you people.. wish we could meet at least every month.. but i guess i'm gonna have to learn to live without most of my close frnds being around.. and this sucks.. and what sucks more is the uncertainty of the next meet... take care all, &lt;3 &lt;3    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.-i havent proofread this post.. any spelling/grammatical errors, forgive me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-8958690799561689017?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/8958690799561689017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=8958690799561689017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8958690799561689017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8958690799561689017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-kk.html' title='Happy Birthday KK!!!'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-4154327812056100501</id><published>2009-06-04T02:10:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-05T03:34:36.501+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='backlogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Backlog-Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) People (rather my thoughts about people in general-close frnds, frnds, acquaintances, random ppl, etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) Life, in general&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haan.. toh tonight, i'll write about the above topics, which i have been postponing since ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it, that i get attached to people? get attached, and when i dont feel the feelings reciprocated.. i feel bad.. and then i feel sad.. and then i try to tell them how close they are to me, and even then when things are "jaise the", i give up.. and try to move on.. but the worst part is, i CANNOT move on.. even when i know that a certain person "X" is close to me, but "X" dsnt seem to think likewise, i still cannot digest the truth and then, well.. and then this post is born!!&lt;br /&gt;i was chatting with someone only last evening, some 5 hours ago.. and this topic was being discussed.. here are excerpts from the chat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"people always take us for granted, and never really care for us, they will, once they realise we can be totally gone from their lives"&lt;br /&gt;"its in our nature to be nice and feel sad when others dont care and still be there for them every single time! cheers to nice ppl like us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the said friend texted me these msgs.. and how the friend "sent" my mind! (like read my mind!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever happens, i wont change.. cuz i love the people for the people they are, for the good hearts that they have.. and no problems if they dont feel the same about me.. i can understand i can come off as rude/childish whatever.. but here's letting all such people know that i still care for you all, come what may!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes.. i suffer from ADD (Attachment Deficit Disorder) (invented/discovered by Punky the great), i am 100% sure now.. hats off to Punky, had it not been for his ingenuity, i'd still be wondering what the fuck is wrong with me!! :)&lt;br /&gt;Punky is God! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. life, mostly revolves around people dsnt it? and the people part is already in place above.. i'll just try to jot down the latest goings on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are some people who i THOUGHT i was pretty close to, but i'm discovering (slowly slowly) that i was (am) wrong..&lt;br /&gt;there are some people who i THOUGHT were just acquaintances--or were complete strangers, but i'm discovering (not necessarily slowly) that i was wrong! TOTALLY wrong.. lately, these are the people that have become a part of my life.. and maybe even filled the void left by the aforementioned "type" of people.. although no one can just "fill the void", it just helps to know that there's many more ppl who care about you than you imagine.. cheers!! :) love you all!!&lt;br /&gt;there are some people who i THOUGHT i own, and damn right i turned out! you guys are to me, what spine is to the human body.. the spine can sometimes get injured, but still-its THERE.. you are my strength.. without you all, i'd be much like any other normal guy (!!), living a normal life.. you make it special.. and you will keep doing so.. i love you more than i can express..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally.. to all those who think "know" me (all != the ones who i "own")--if you think you know me.. good for you!! yes, you may know me.. lets say i am a book... so very very few people actually get to READ the book.. and fewer get to read the REAL (as in, unabridged) book, and fewer still get to read the FULL book.. (wow, what an analogy i came up with... "pat pat pat" to myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalo.. bbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing everything, everyone... i wanna go homeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! :-) :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-4154327812056100501?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/4154327812056100501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=4154327812056100501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/4154327812056100501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/4154327812056100501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/06/backlog-part-1.html' title='Backlog-Part 1'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-7212856259293262841</id><published>2009-05-23T23:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:37:52.469+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cusp'/><title type='text'>Gemini/Cancer</title><content type='html'>as i said.. i'm a cusp. here's some details about the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit- wiki, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gemini/Cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gemini/Cancer Cusp is approximately from dates June 19 to June 22. The term for Gemini/Cancer is Cancimini. The Gemini/Cancerian is thought to be affectionate, seductive, opinionated, nice, cheerful, caring, thoughtful, playful, loving, graceful, understanding, sociable, funny, intelligent, pure, humorous, assertive, extrovert, friendly, bubbly, honest, attractive, confident, a good leader, spontaneous, sexual, flirtatious, fearless, and loyal. The Gemini/Cancerian is prone to be rebellious, jealous, detached, self-centered, duality, a chatterbox, annoyed, clumsy, blunt, boastful, restless, random, aggressive, extreme, inconsistent, careless, devious, demanding, manipulative, fickle, unreliable, insincere, immature and calculating. Also called the Cusp of Magic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-7212856259293262841?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/7212856259293262841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=7212856259293262841' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/7212856259293262841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/7212856259293262841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/05/geminicancer.html' title='Gemini/Cancer'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653050129342536304.post-2895423184573366010</id><published>2009-05-23T03:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-23T03:35:54.797+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gemini'/><title type='text'>Gemini-II</title><content type='html'>the "some other site" i referred to in the first para of the prev post.. well, its even better.. hence a second post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="heads"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gemini Male&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="male"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="heads2"&gt;Appearance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male Gemini is tall and slim of build -- They are always eager for human contact and are friendly and persuasive. They are agile and dexterous, with a quick sharp glance that constantly seeks out new objects to question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="heads2"&gt;Personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They enjoy working on several projects all at the same time, but their real adversary here is quality control. Their excess nervous energy may manifest itself in boredom. Their versatility leads them to change their life pattern several times over the course of the years. They are known among your sizeable collection of acquaintances for your wit, intelligence and verve. You are also known among your sizeable collection of acquaintances for your wit, intelligence and verve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="heads2"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to love, they are always on the move and can't stand schedules or routine in any aspect of your life. They are a smooth convincing talker and can usually capture any female that interests them through communication alone. Their fun loving nature, passion for parties and entertainment, constant search to experience something new and different contribute to their charm. They tire easily and will take off to pursue new interests if they get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="heads"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gemini Careers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="career"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In careers, some suitable options for Gemini are Exploration, Novelist, Journalism, Merchant, Translator, Publicist, Host, Announcer, Mediator, Orator, Correspondent, Sculptor, Artist, Woodcarver, Salesperson, Musician, Electrician, Accounting, Photography, and Interpreter etc. and Public relations, market research or any job that brings them into contact with the public on a regular basis would be ideal for their outgoing natures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geminians are very intellectual. They tend to live exclusively in their minds. They may lack the staying power to bring their pretentious dreams to completion. The airy nature of the Gemini makes them perfect for a career in the media or communications of some kind. Their quick ability to understand makes them easily bored and ready to move onto another project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span class="heads"&gt;Gemini men&lt;/span&gt; are drawn to professions that allow them to express their opinions. They need to have mental freedom, and a working environment that is rigid or conventional. So, working as a reporter, or as a producer for a television or radio station would be right for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span class="heads"&gt;Gemini women&lt;/span&gt; are very interested in the written and spoken word, and always know what's going on around them. They have the gift of discovering the essence of things, and find the right words to explain it to others. This makes them a perfect teacher, journalist, translator, or author. Professions that don't challenge you intellectually would not appeal to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span class="heads"&gt;As an employee&lt;/span&gt; Gemini individuals lack in intense drive and rarely possess the willingness to work in overtime. Geminians are not overly ambitious but seem to be where money is to be made. Their imagination acts as a medium for whatever they want. In short, they enjoy success before it is really achieved. In addition, they are incurable dreamers and magnificent storytellers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="heads"&gt;Gemini Love &amp;amp; Compatibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You can get into a passionate relationship quickly, but the only problem is you don't have long-term goals to strengthen the bonding. This is because you are generally not inclined to be the home-type and/or stay in any relationship that limits, restricts, or puts you on your back foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span class="heads2"&gt;Gemini goes most compatible with:&lt;/span&gt; Libra, Aquarius, Gemini and Leo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span class="heads2"&gt;Best Match&lt;/span&gt; for Gemini is Gemini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="heads"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gemini Traits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="traits"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="450"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td valign="top"&gt;    &lt;span class="heads2"&gt;Positive Traits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#666699;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;     Adaptable and versatile&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#666699;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;     Communicative and witty&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#666699;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;     Intellectual and eloquent&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#666699;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;     Youthful and lively&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td valign="top"&gt;    &lt;span class="heads2"&gt;Negative Traits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#666699;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;     Nervous and tense&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#666699;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;     Superficial and inconsistent&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#666699;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;     Cunning and inquisitive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;    &lt;span class="heads2"&gt;Gemini Likes: &lt;/span&gt; talking, novelty, variety, anything unusual and working on multiple projects at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span class="heads2"&gt;Gemini Dislikes:&lt;/span&gt;  being alone, being in a rut, mental inaction, conventional learning and feeling tied down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="heads"&gt;Important Parameters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span class="heads2"&gt;Lucky Number&lt;/span&gt; - 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span class="heads2"&gt;Lucky Color&lt;/span&gt; - Yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span class="heads2"&gt;Lucky Flower&lt;/span&gt; - The Lily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span class="heads2"&gt;Lucky Gemstone&lt;/span&gt; - Jade, Aquamarine and Topaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span class="heads2"&gt;Lucky Day&lt;/span&gt; - Wednesday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-2895423184573366010?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/2895423184573366010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=2895423184573366010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/2895423184573366010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/2895423184573366010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/05/gemini-ii.html' title='Gemini-II'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-7198384820282874443</id><published>2009-05-23T03:19:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-23T03:30:45.582+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gemini'/><title type='text'>Gemini</title><content type='html'>born on the 21st June, 1987.. i am Gemini+Cancer (sun sign) but i'd like to put myself in Gemini.. since i feel i am almost perfect with almost all adjectives filled in there.. esp, manipulative (Some other site says---There is also present a tendency to manipulate others to serve their own purposes. But a Gemini will be more than make up for any negative qualities though the sheer scintillating entertainment value of their very presence.) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Personality Traits of a Gemini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third sign of the zodiac is Gemini. The sign for Gemini is the Twins and it suits the Gemini personality perfectly. Geminis are well known for their dual nature. They seem to be constantly struggling to reconcile the two opposite and distinct parts of their personality. Because of their dual nature, they adapt well to new settings and make friends very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Geminis find it hard to have an opinion about a certain topic because they are very good at seeing and understanding both sides of any situation. For example, they may disagree with abortion, yet sympathize with women who have them. This constant changeability causes many Geminis to be quite impulsive and impatient at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Life of the Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geminis also love to talk. Because of this, and perhaps in part because of their impulsive behavior, Geminis are usually the life of the party. They are lively and energetic as well as versatile and intellectual. Their minds are always working, which often results in them telling people what they are thinking. Their witty and humor attract people and because Geminis are such fun to be with, they are often surrounded by many loyal friends throughout their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geminis have a natural curiosity of all that is around them. This can be a positive thing, in that Geminis know a little about everything and are not shy about giving their opinion. Geminis are most unhappy when stuck in what they feel is a rut. It is not uncommon for Geminis to have several careers throughout their lives (as they get bored with one occupation). This restlessness can also cause many Geminis to have several lovers throughout their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Great Communicator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Geminis are such great communicators and their minds crave information, they love to know the latest news and gossip and enjoy being able to share it with others. Because they are such good communicators, they are frequently sought out by those seeking advice. However, because Geminis are so talkative, some may fear they are not able to keep secrets they are told in confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geminis love any means of communication, be it by the pen, computer, telephone, or face to face. Geminis gravitate to the arts such as acting, music, writing because they are so good at communication. Because of their great skills, Geminis are often able to persuade people to do almost anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weaknesses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geminis are so sharp and quick, wanting to learn all they can, it can be a weakness. Their superficiality often leads them to skim things rather than exploring them in any depth. Geminis may be the true "Jack of all trades, master of none" because of their short attention spans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both male and female Geminis love to be social and charm the opposite sex. A Gemini's gregarious and fun loving nature can often be misinterpreted and they are often seen as flirts and teases. Geminis may be hard to pin down in a relationship as they crave change and freedom to come and go as they please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Geminis are quick to act and talk, they may become frustrated with other signs that are not as quick to act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parts of the Body Ruled By Gemini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands, arms, shoulders, and lungs - Geminis may be susceptible to strains involving the arms and shoulders and may be prone to respiratory illnesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Famous Gemini's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Actors/Entertainers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Clint Eastwood&lt;br /&gt;   * Marilyn Monroe&lt;br /&gt;   * Johnny Depp&lt;br /&gt;   * Judy Garland&lt;br /&gt;   * Sir Lawrence Olivier&lt;br /&gt;   * Bob Hope&lt;br /&gt;   * John Wayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musicians/Singers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Paul McCartney&lt;br /&gt;   * Prince&lt;br /&gt;   * Dean Martin&lt;br /&gt;   * Lenny Kravitz&lt;br /&gt;   * Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Harriet Beecher Stowe&lt;br /&gt;   * Walt Whitman&lt;br /&gt;   * Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;   * Iam Fleming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athletes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Joe Namath&lt;br /&gt;   * Joe Montana&lt;br /&gt;   * Venus Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politicians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * John F. Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;   * George Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geminis can be very lively and exciting, but they also can be impatient if you cannot keep up with their frenzied thoughts. They make wonderful friends because there is never a dull moment, however, as lovers, they may be fickle if they get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, The Prince of Wales is also 21st June born.. although i don't exactly fall into "i'm a fan" category..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All info thanks to http://www.exploreastrology.co.uk/PersonalityTraitsGemini.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-7198384820282874443?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/7198384820282874443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=7198384820282874443' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/7198384820282874443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/7198384820282874443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/05/gemini_23.html' title='Gemini'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-5836804725345817605</id><published>2009-05-11T02:21:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:18:10.444+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Not so small..</title><content type='html'>a similar post, some weeks ago, about we having lived between 1/3rd to 1/4th of our lives.. this is a bit different (i hope!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we're 21/22.. and most importantly, we're Graduates (well, not yet officially, but what the heck!)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for e.g. kaustubh kulkarni (yes, that's me-KK) B.E. (Hons.) Electronics and Instrumentation Engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels different. feels weird. feels out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what with some of us will be married in the next 2 years or so.. scary it is, na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, its not the "hehe haha hihi" time anymore.. we have to be (more) responsible for our words, our actions, our behavior, our thoughts.. all that we do.. and this, this i do not like.. i don't think that i'd let the child in me die so soon.. die, or take a back seat, whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i absolutely love it, when i pull the gals' hair, or poke em near the elbow.. or just talk crap, literally.. but i don't want to change anything.. i love it as it is... that dsnt mean i wont act responsibly, everything has its place... but will i be allowed to stay as i am? or will i be laughed at, or AM i laughed at already? for being childish? be it my actions, or what i talk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since when were we supposed to "think" before we speak? that is, not professionally, but in personal lives at least... now, we gotta think before we do anything.. what will this frnd think, what will that frnd say... if i do this, if i say that... what the hell? c'mon.. at least friendship is supposed to be different.. no? and i don't like it one bit.. the "politics" if i may, between various friends, various groups... just wonder what i have come to.. thinking before i say something to some friend.. sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that... and again.. for the n'th time.. some people, i feel i could do anything for.. but sadly, i feel, some among them dont feel the same for me.. so what do i do? do i tell them directly what i feel?! then i wud be labelled as "rude" (am i not already!), rather than outspoken, rather than someone who speaks his heart.. so i think, chuck.. people have other priorities, thats fine.. i still care for each one of them, no less.. and thankfully, there are some who are so good to me, i feel lucky to have them... :-) God bless you all... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just want everyone to know, close to me or otherwise.. that i never mean any harm to anyone.. sometimes i do speak more than is necessary.. and invariably get in trouble.. and hurt some in the process.. but i can assure there's no malice intended.. i gotta keep my friggin' tongue in control, and thats a difficult task.. trying my best.. cheers!! :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.--adding the following one day after the original post:&lt;br /&gt;the ppl i mention 2 paragraphs above, i just wonder if i should still hold on to them, or just stop caring--maybe partly or altogether.. its a pain, to not stop caring, and i fear i'll be better off without thinking so much.. :| sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-5836804725345817605?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/5836804725345817605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=5836804725345817605' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/5836804725345817605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/5836804725345817605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-so-small.html' title='Not so small..'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-4989585079004946157</id><published>2009-05-06T02:34:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-06T03:11:18.621+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='srk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cricket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boxing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hatton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IPL'/><title type='text'>eye pee el</title><content type='html'>Okay, i know there's quite a few topics i need to write about, but the following topic takes preference over them all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IPL&lt;/span&gt;--or rather, as i'd say, Infinite Paisa Loot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began with the BCCI copying the idea from the Zee owned ICL-for monetary reasons of course-(who copied it from the Football Leagues in europe!).. it began as a promise, to take (indian) cricket to the world, to make cricket a global sport (hardly 15 countries play the game!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first Seasaon (or edition, as they call it... bah, noobs!) was good.. it was in India, AND we were in college.. so there was some spice in all the games, such as Hyd-Chennai should lose all the games.. etc etc.. plus the city rivalries.. but even then, it was sometimes about Bollywood stars.. Ms Zinta and Mr Shahrukh Khan, for example-the more flashy among the owners.. well, in the end, the unfancied but by far the more consistent team, the Rajasthan Royals won it.. and Shane Warne is GOD, period.&lt;br /&gt;btw, the first season reminds me of Yuvraj Singh vs Mumbai IN mumbai.. after the match, which Yuvi's team won, where he was the subject of constant booing from the crowd,he comes up (as captain of the winning team), and says the following...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you people were booing me, but dont forget that even i am a part of the Indian Cricket Team" (or something to that effect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now imagine something like that in football.. lets take Gerrard vs Man United at Old Trafford.. should Gerrard say that publicly, first HIS OWN players and supporters will murder him, and then all Man United players/supporters will laugh at the naivety of the person in question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second Season began.. now let me get to the points which i absolutely hate... first of all, some more Bollywood people getting involved with the teams (Ms Shetty).. SRK uses Ganguly for his cheerleader-wala-TV-show.. as a judge.. not a problem..then, a certain fucker (aka John Buchanan of Kolkata) decides that there are gonna be multiple captains for this season.. (all this time, the tournament was planned to go ahead in India)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, when they tell the BCCI that its not possible, they take it to South Africa.. fair enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY ASS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the IPL being played in some other country? you think there are no elections in England, Spain, Italy? where there are at least 50 times more clubs and innumerable times more a fan-base?!! (not the total population, but those who GO to games week in week out, and that is NOT counting other sports in these countries) well, that apart, the tournament began.. but bad weather, many matches getting shortened (aka the D/L method.. what a farce!) and some even abandoned!&lt;br /&gt;people who purchased the tickets.. they lose all money.. well, who said the IPL is about people?! the BCCI is getting money, players are getting paid..not to mention the SA cricket board and the Bollywood stars! who cares about people? i guess, no one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw.. now that the IPL wsnt gonna be held in India, the Mr.Fucker decides to make McCullum the captain! great decision motherfucker... your team won just one match under him, that too by the D/L method and courtesy Gayle the beast!! now i do support both-SRK and Dada.. but Dada &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; SRK and hence, i am against the Kolkata team.. \m/&lt;br /&gt;i doubt if Kolkata were playing the home matches in Bengal... SRK,Mr.Fucker and McCullum.. all wud've been beaten up on the streets!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this season, the IPL is more about Bollywood than its about cricket.. look at all the ads.. all team owners feature in them.. (LOL @ SRK btw!!!) and every second ball, they show filmstars bouncing up and down (mostly female stars.. for reasons best known to all!) who i dont think have any idea whats going on on the field.. (The Shetty sisters even admitted to the fact, in some confusing words.. they are confused!)&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... and now that SRK is back home, after a series of losses for his team.. he says "its not a good feeling to be in a losing dressing room"... wow!! what a sport! and what a morale booster for the team! well.. this can happen ONLY in cricket, and ONLY in India! oh and btw.. those Cheerleaders which he got selected.. they were sent back home, why-the SA board INSISTED on having their own cheerleaders on the field (who are more dumb than the bed i am sitting on) and have no clue or passion for the team or the game..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YET, we call the IPL a great success.. every commentator says it, every newspaper says it.. every sonofabitch who's earning money from it says it.. but you tell me... is it a success??&lt;br /&gt;(you know my answer!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and btw.. "packman" totally raped Ricky Hatton.. just like he beat de la Hoya a few months ago.. packman \m/&lt;br /&gt;i read somewhere that packman earned about 2m$ PER MINUTE, the day of the boxing bout.. and even Hatton won a cool 8m$!! awesome, aint it? in just under SIX MINUTES, the match was over!!&lt;br /&gt;that reminds me.. United beat Arsenal a while ago, at the Emirates.. and by quite some distance were the better team.. and Arsenal, who cldnt score a goal in 2 legs (that was never a penalty!), for all the passing game.. for all the beautiful style.. for all that Wenger says.. youngsters who'll win it all... SOMEONE BLOODY SHUT HIM UP!!&lt;br /&gt;THAT, was a masterclass.. the way Arsenal played.. was.. well.. not even worthy of mention on my blog!! \m/ \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and still... "in arsene we trust"... you might as well trust the roadside fortune teller (who has a parrot with him, which picks up a paper from many which is supposedly your future!)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. nothing won as yet.. The Title, and the Champions' League Final.. fingers crossed.. we get them both! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United for life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-4989585079004946157?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/4989585079004946157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=4989585079004946157' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/4989585079004946157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/4989585079004946157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/05/eye-pee-el.html' title='eye pee el'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653050129342536304.post-2956722235395447720</id><published>2009-04-24T01:04:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-24T01:34:57.184+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Topics</title><content type='html'>Things i need to write about, but somehow i'm too busy for blogging lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Hyderabad Traffic Rules (or the lack of them)&lt;br /&gt;2) The ongoing General Elections&lt;br /&gt;3) My Goa trip&lt;br /&gt;4) People (rather my thoughts about people in general-close frnds, frnds, acquaintances, random ppl, etc)&lt;br /&gt;5) The current Office scenario&lt;br /&gt;6) Life, in general&lt;br /&gt;7) Feminism (rather, conveniently Feminist-females...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's QUITE a few blog posts... lets see.. since i don't have net in the office (long story...), and when i get home i'm always chatting on the phone/sms/gtalk i don't have time for blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to all readers... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.--those who choose "horseshit" as a reaction, i'm SO thankful, grateful and full-full... yay, thats what i strive for, thats like a dream come true... :-)&lt;br /&gt;[NO sarcasm at all, i mean every word..]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-2956722235395447720?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/2956722235395447720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=2956722235395447720' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/2956722235395447720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/2956722235395447720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/04/topics.html' title='Topics'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653050129342536304.post-6224260557216649628</id><published>2009-04-01T00:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-01T01:08:24.583+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>i am a feeling like a BIG (inflated) balloon.. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-6224260557216649628?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/6224260557216649628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=6224260557216649628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/6224260557216649628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/6224260557216649628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/04/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-3408783934698146413</id><published>2009-03-28T02:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-28T02:46:06.221+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>a friend just pointed out to me that, its 20+ years we've lived already, and as far as i think, that's more than 1/4th of an average lifetime.. maybe even 1/3rd... what an eye opener! there's SO less time to do what all i've planned to do "later" in life.. well, most of it will be just in some "things to do" list, but at least some points from it i should be able to strike off naaaa...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, i have been accumulating a lot of people in the "have a grudge against" list... and also "want to beat up" list.. (NO, i dont have lists for every other thing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i keep striking off people from the two lists mentioned above!! cuz if not in the near future, it CANNOT be done later... well, that can be said for many, many things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, lately, i've been informed about some of my friends, who're pretty happy seeing someone... feel so happy for them! these are ppl who're actually adding new chapters to their lives, unlike me who's just tearing off some pages every few weeks since coming to Hyderabad!! well, hope i do something about this "disease" soon, before something affects me irreparably! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.--feels nice to post some "non chakka" stuff once in a while! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-3408783934698146413?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/3408783934698146413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=3408783934698146413' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/3408783934698146413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/3408783934698146413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/03/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653050129342536304.post-3732431749834320028</id><published>2009-03-27T19:23:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:20:33.754+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help :)'/><title type='text'>(blank)</title><content type='html'>well, to date i may have seemed like some anti-chakka activist.. well, i'm not.. this brings me to another incident with the chakkas :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last morning, we were running late for office, uff traffic jams!, and at the place where we disembark from the auto and catch a bus (i.e. the chakkas' hunting ground!), there was an argument.. the auto driver insisted we pay him 30 rupees instead of the customary 24.. see, the autos charge 12 rupees per seat.. we pay 24 rupees everytime, but once in a while there's this odd prick who demands we pay him 15 per head, and we keep arguing with such jerks... so we gave him 24 rupees and started walking off, to catch the bus (since we were already late). the auto driver follows us and stops us. says we pay 6 rupees more.. even when we explicitly say NO to him, he keeps arguing. after a lot of talking (and Beti getting mad!), we tell him, we're NOT paying u more do whatever u can.. then we tell him, we'll stand here for AS long as possible, and since we'll get paid anyhow (which is a lie-they cut our stipend if we take leave!) but u (i.e. the driver) will lose all your business standing here.. so i tell him, we'd stand there forever, and if that'd result in him getting the extra bucks, then fine.. he said he'd see to it that we paid.. we were like, dude, u cant even touch us! he then does the (childish) "i touched u". LOL. i said, okay now that we're decided upon waiting, see if u can pluck money out of time (since time is money!) (which was very wise of me i thought, as in in those angry moments, to come up with such a one liner!)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, there's this chakka-he comes to the driver and tells him... abbey chod na unko.. and in 2 mins, we get away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-3732431749834320028?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/3732431749834320028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=3732431749834320028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/3732431749834320028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/3732431749834320028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/03/blank.html' title='(blank)'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-2702890587446148982</id><published>2009-03-24T21:47:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:55:35.346+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chakkas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KK'/><title type='text'>The day as it was...</title><content type='html'>one of the most "interesting" conversations i've had with the "chakkas"--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're at our usual "chakka" point, where we get down from the auto to board a bus... so we're about to stop, and i tell the auto-walla that there's chakkas ahead, do stop either right now, or some distance away from them... but no, those assholes HAVE to stop at the PRECISE place where there's maximum proximity of chakkas... since we were only two, Beti got down very soon, and since i was to pay the tariff, i was seated in the auto itself... holding the 25 Rupees, i start arguing with the chakkas... they insist that i give some money to them as "goodwill".. i said, yeah yeah... but i wont give you... there were 4-5 of them around, shouting whatnot... but i was like, be****hod i wont give u money, go away now! suddenly, i push the auto walla, and ask him, if i should give the chakkas the money that i owe him as tariff... he's surprised! i said, wtf dude, i asked u to not stop here and u stopped exactly where we didnt want to!! suddenly, i hear one chakka say "KK, KK..." i was SO confused! :P then he tells me that Beti was calling me (to remind me that we were late for office!)... then, i shooed them chakkas and went to office... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the moral of the story is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chakkas addressed me as "KK".&lt;/span&gt;) )&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-2702890587446148982?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/2702890587446148982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=2702890587446148982' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/2702890587446148982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/2702890587446148982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-as-it-was.html' title='The day as it was...'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-1098946927781401707</id><published>2009-03-24T02:49:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-24T03:40:29.204+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SAD... :'(</title><content type='html'>IIT-Kgp--sad incident.. may God rest Rohit's soul..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grassonfire.blogspot.com/2009/03/rohit-kumar-will-be-remembered.html"&gt;http://grassonfire.blogspot.com/2009/03/rohit-kumar-will-be-remembered.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-1098946927781401707?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='Here' href='http://grassonfire.blogspot.com/2009/03/rohit-kumar-will-be-remembered.html' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/1098946927781401707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=1098946927781401707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/1098946927781401707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/1098946927781401707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/03/sad.html' title='SAD... :&apos;('/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-224675155842659561</id><published>2009-03-23T23:59:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:07:08.233+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salary jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><title type='text'>Quote(s) of the Day</title><content type='html'>over coffee, one of my co-workers (who's been working at TTSL for the past 9 months) said the following line... it was a casual remark, when i brought a cup of "Masala Tea" for him (missed the conversation until then)... the way he said it makes it a QOD for sure (remember, WooDStock-DC Hub at GOA!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bhagwaan sab ka bhala kare... lekin shuruaat hum se kare.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were like... ROTFLMAO! for the next 2-2 times we crossed paths, we had a good laugh about what he said! lolzz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days ago, when we got our second stipend (a DD addressed to our Goa accounts), Beti was like... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"KK, hum Hazaar pati ban gaye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said.. yeah! thats a beginning! he shot back...  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuch hi samay mein hum lakhpati ban jayenge... fir crorepati..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i replied... "www.kutteapniaukaadmeinreh.com" (i.e. kutte apni aukaad mein reh, basically)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-224675155842659561?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/224675155842659561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=224675155842659561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/224675155842659561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/224675155842659561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/03/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote(s) of the Day'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-6959445729533702200</id><published>2009-03-17T00:05:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:21:04.655+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kasab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><title type='text'>The Corporate World...</title><content type='html'>today, i got a lecture, well not a lecture, but an "advice", on how should one go about his/her work in an organisation... which was not very pretty, and it makes me think, am i ready to jump into the corporate world, even when i am still not (mentally) over my college life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, i am not very sure whether "this" (as in what i am doing/not doing [:P] at PS2 right now) is what i want to be doing for a living... for sure not for the rest of my life, but yes, maybe 2 yrs max, nothing more... gosh! so many thoughts to consider.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw... here's some interesting moments of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chakka&lt;/span&gt; came by my auto at 9:50am and i was obviously pretty angry... but somehow i just laughed when he/she was near me.. back came the laughter.. i was free! then turned and walked a bit, another followed me.. i laughed again, and lo! i see smiles everywhere and i am free! FINALLY, i think i have the code to shoo them away! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--in my office, not many ppl can say "kaustubh" (which is my first name, mind u :P) and most of them dont even know my name.. so my mentor asks me... whats ur name? "kasab"? i was SO tempted to laugh out loud, but :'( the corporate world... (P.S.-Kasab is the terrorist guy, from the Mumbai 26/11 attacks...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--while travelling in the bus, just when i was about to get off at my stop, i felt a hand near my "ass-pocket". and somehow saw that my wallet is half way out! i fatak se hit the hand, and it disappears before i can associate a person to it (gosh i'd've thrashed him!) and since my stop was coming, i got off!! haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-6959445729533702200?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/6959445729533702200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=6959445729533702200' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/6959445729533702200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/6959445729533702200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/03/corporate-world.html' title='The Corporate World...'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-8209820514563675319</id><published>2009-03-15T03:25:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-15T03:36:15.365+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To Do..</title><content type='html'>well, there's SO much i need to do, like add/remove gadgets (to/from this blog) talk to a few friends who're having tough times.. think about myself (after EVERYTHING else is done though!).. install ubuntu 8.10 + windows xp sp3 (pirated, ob!) on my laptop... buy a decent pair of earphones/headphones, at Croma (a Tata Enterprise! which offers discounts to Tata people a guy told me! plus a lucky draw, and i'll win at least a wrist watch... dont have one anyways :P)... maybe look for a new house, a temp one in Hyd which is nearer to my office but cheaper and has some  basic facilities... meet my Aunt who lives quite far.. not to mention make my mid-Sem report (which is kinda tough, since we're working on live projects, i'm unable to fig out how to make a 30 page report!).. maybe even buy a decent Digital Camera (hope i have the money though!).. but everything, after talking to friends... and cant forget the report either... lets see... i just want to lie on the bed and do nothing... Goa memories flashing every nw and then... friends who i met, friends who i didnt meet... during my recent Goa visit... damn! i miss Goa people... may God shower all His blessings upon u all...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-8209820514563675319?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/8209820514563675319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=8209820514563675319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8209820514563675319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8209820514563675319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-do.html' title='To Do..'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-8997584725295450742</id><published>2009-03-08T04:47:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-08T04:54:00.694+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>Feels AWESOME to be back to my beloved campus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was about to enter the main gate, it felt like i was never gone from here... no words.. :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i will be able to dedicate time to all my near and dear ones here, that no one feels like i was biased towards the others... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-8997584725295450742?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/8997584725295450742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=8997584725295450742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8997584725295450742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8997584725295450742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-6888465812658584402</id><published>2009-03-01T00:49:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-01T03:54:25.963+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life... In a Metro</title><content type='html'>all my childhood, i've been in Aurangabad- not a small city, but not a metro either.plus, back then i was with parents, so not much to think about-in fact nothing much to think other than what'd i be eating for lunch/dinner, or about which interesting movies to watch. thoughts as silly, and as unimportant as these. well, apart from studies (yes, those were the days!) plus, since i used to go to school on my bicycle, and then class 11th-12th on my own vehicle, not many thoughts were on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;then came Goa. BITS - Pilani, Goa Campus. it wasnt home (then), we all were staying by ourselves for the very first time in our lives. and yes, even there, we were in a protected environment. as in hostel timings, campus timings, strict wardens (!) etc. and yes, there were lots of things to think about-laundry,cleanliness,night time food (to buy from the shop), mess bill,phone bill,etc. things that seem trivial, but yes, back home it wasnt very frequent that i had to wash clothes and stuff.. so.. plus, at home there were parents to take care of my health, make sure i had proper meals daily.in Goa, i was by myself. i think that the (not so enticing) mess food, coupled with the lazy bum and the easy availability of biscuits and home delivery from Atish cafe or Priti Restaurant, meant i was regular in skipping meals. at max, i must have eaten all 4 meals in mess i guess about 10% of my stay in Goa. maybe even less. but who cared if i missed the meals? NO one.&lt;br /&gt;plus, u had to look out for ur own stuff.. make sure that all ur things are safe. that no one steals anything frm ur room (yes, thats always a possibility)... back home, even if thats as probable as in Goa, maybe even more, but when there's Dad around, u kinda feel relaxed..&lt;br /&gt;also, while in Goa, u dont think a LOT when going on an outing, or what ur monthly expenses are.. cos there's always mum-dad to help out (read, deposit money in our account as and when we need).. so we kinda are inclined towards spending more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, in Hyderabad.. its the very first time that we're living TOTALLY by ourselves. NO one to report to, no hostel timings, nothing. is this good? i doubt so...&lt;br /&gt;and, since we have to travel in an auto/bus... we get to see the real people.. there's millions of them.. and most of them live lives pretty much worse off than us.. in fact, in a Metro, there's more rich people than in Aurangabad/Goa, more poor people, more middle class people, more of everything, since every single section of the society is represented in a far greater number..&lt;br /&gt;in the morning, when we set off for work (!), we gotta get down from an auto and take a bus. that place if FILLED with beggars-young and old, healthy and handicapped, strong and weak.. sometimes, when i feel for someone, i give him/her a rupee or two. but how many times can i do that! plus, there's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chakkas&lt;/span&gt;, who are SO damn aggressive, i HAVE to say 'chalo jao beh**c**d, paise nahi dene tumhe' most of the times... plus, once i even gave 2 Rs. to one, and then the next morning, the same fellow comes up to me and asks for money.. instantly, we recognise each other (LOL!) and he says, bhaiyya aapne kal diya tha.. so i go past him.. another one follows me. and i tell him ki uss wale ko diya tha. he shoots back 'to fir mujhe kab doge'.. i mean, what the hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, the society is wrong in at least the chakkas' part. they're treated worse than animals.they HAVE to beg for money, rather harass, for a living. beggars, who're healthy and fit and strong, they should be ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's this shitty, unregulated traffic. average 45 mins to get to office. that is tiring, and on a bad day (which happens to pop up quite often!) it takes &gt;1hr15mins. this traffic, the smoke, the LOUD needless horns (come on, we're stationary, WHY honk a horn!!) plus the awesome telugu songs the auto walla plays (even after asking him to lower the volume/turn it off!)... this all is tiring, pretty tiring.. and, the traffic is SO wayward.. omfg.. i am starting to think Pune traffic (which is bad!) is better than Hyderabad's. bloody no one stops for the Red sign, bus-car-bike-auto drivers are assholes of the SAME magnitude.they'll never try to change lanes or slow down to avoid running u over, in fact just when u think 'the driver probably has seen me, [s]he'll slow down a bit now', [s]he comes charging down the road towards u... and ur heart beats faster than any lover's! LOL&lt;br /&gt;in this chaos, there's been quite a few times when i thought, this is it.. i am gonna die... but luckily, i maneuvered successfully, and saved myself.. fingers crossed, and God's blessings...&lt;br /&gt;and trust me... it takes 5-15 mins to cross a two-way road with a divider in between! thats InSaNe!&lt;br /&gt;and now, i've to pay my own rent, plus try to cover all other expenses from my own stipend-which just about should be enough in the ideal case-but NEVER is... the more u earn, the more u spend, i guess... i dont spend wastefully, but eating good chicken, yes, anytime man! :)&lt;br /&gt;________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta restart jogging... last Sem, i was pretty regular, now with so much going on, plus the lazy bum dominating, no jogging as yet.. hopefully, i'll go once i'm back from Waves... i have company for jogging, my roomies, who're as lazy as me (but dont accept it!)..seems KK has to take the initiative...&lt;br /&gt;and guess who i'm gonna miss early morning, when i start jogging?? :) and also, the breakfasts and coffees after that... all those memories... Goa, i'm comingggggggggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :) :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-6888465812658584402?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/6888465812658584402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=6888465812658584402' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/6888465812658584402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/6888465812658584402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-in-metro.html' title='Life... In a Metro'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-811005866500447806</id><published>2009-02-24T23:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-25T00:11:01.455+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><title type='text'>Fun @ PS2</title><content type='html'>me, beti, and two other co-workers were having lunch. that made it 3 guys and a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like, the usual... ate 3 rotis first. then one more, ghar ki roti at that! then some dal-rice. after all this, there was a bowl of curd-sugar and a banana left in my plate. assuming (rather thoughtlessly!) i'd be full, Beti asks me "KK mujhe tera kela chahiye". and i, about to swallow the last remnants of rice, went totally crazy. suddenly, me and the other guy are laughing our asses off, and even the girl is kinda laughing, rather hideously though (ob). for Quite some time we were in this trance. much to the disbelief and dismay of Beti the God \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand, HOW does Beti come up with such things! in DC++ terms... "Beti, KAISE kiya? KAISE?!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-811005866500447806?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/811005866500447806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=811005866500447806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/811005866500447806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/811005866500447806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/02/fun-ps2.html' title='Fun @ PS2'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-7286369297709038802</id><published>2009-02-24T23:21:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:55:36.108+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theories'/><title type='text'>Eureka, Eureka!!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally.. i think i've formalized the (rather obvious) theory.. here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Why do people comment on others' blogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Simple. Because, it is kinda easy to comment, since we just have to refine the writer's thoughts in the way we deem is appropriate. The thought process isn't initiated by the one who comments, it is the hard work of the writer. And the lesser the hard work, the merrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Since posting the comments is free, people (like Yours Truly) find it amusing to post something which has NOTHING to do with the blog post. For e.g., chat with some friend "Hey man! Ssup?" etc. And thus begins the chain of comments- which have a rat's arse in common with the post, but yes, many people also join in, and thus, a kind of "offline chatroom" is formed. And, even if (which is a BIG if) the writer is annoyed of such comments, he/she can't say anything to others cuz maybe they are friends, who aren't meant to be hurt, or just that some minority thinks that since people are commenting, they all like me (me = the writer, who thinks!) or the post.. Well, to plainly CRUSH such people's hopes.. Let me tell you, it could well have been someone else's blog. But you've been CHOSEN to be that one, and we all thank you for the patience/ignorance (about this theory).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure TWO answers for ONE question is quite extraordinary! Especially for me! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No offence meant. &lt;/span&gt;Since i've been through a LOT lately, can't afford to lose any more friends (at least over a silly issue like a blog post!). Love you all! (Even those who don't read this unworthy web-page, but are still the best!) (just to point out, before anyone comments, i've been writing "no offence meant" a lot frequently lately.. it is reserved JUST for the BITSG gang, and some non-BITSian close frnds... for others, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Offence meant, intentionally!&lt;/span&gt; and yes, please don't ask me what's wrong.. its not just one thing.. :D )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-7286369297709038802?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/7286369297709038802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=7286369297709038802' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/7286369297709038802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/7286369297709038802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/02/eureka-eureka.html' title='Eureka, Eureka!!!!'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-340140611394884904</id><published>2009-02-24T01:19:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:32:55.839+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Flashback</title><content type='html'>The day started &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unlike&lt;/span&gt; other... i woke up early, 7am, was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; the office at 9am, and was there till 7:30pm.. finally got some work to do.. which is not very challenging, but yes, good enough for a start.. and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiring&lt;/span&gt; enough too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this, after i unsuccessfully planned to sleep early last night. was about to, in fact. but someone felt like talking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally!&lt;/span&gt; anyways.. kinda tired now, and sleepy.. its almost half past one. long working day ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-340140611394884904?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/340140611394884904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=340140611394884904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/340140611394884904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/340140611394884904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/02/flaskback.html' title='Flashback'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-8166308196471262242</id><published>2009-02-23T01:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-23T01:34:50.755+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have i wronged? have i betrayed a sacred bond called "friendship"? (btw.. as i write.. there's some song going on on Maa Music, telugu song.. in which there's this fat heroine who's dancing wildly in a swimming costume! LOLzz) haan.. toh.. lately.. there's been turbulence.. some friends lost, some gained. some getting ever closer to me, some going too far to even refer to them as friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will all this end?! God, please see me safely through all this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just counting down the days to Waves '09... sure to have a blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-8166308196471262242?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/8166308196471262242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=8166308196471262242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8166308196471262242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8166308196471262242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/02/have-i-wronged-have-i-betrayed-sacred.html' title=''/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-6441875671480465027</id><published>2009-02-23T00:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:13:05.282+05:30</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>deleted the last post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-6441875671480465027?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/6441875671480465027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=6441875671480465027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/6441875671480465027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/6441875671480465027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_23.html' title='....'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-2493755584755848371</id><published>2009-02-17T21:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:18:38.302+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How does this sound? Esp to opposition teams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="main-content"&gt;Manchester United were the first team to win a trophy this season and since December every visiting team to Old Trafford has been greeted by the stadium announcer's declaration: "Ladies and gentlemen please welcome the champions of England, the champions of Europe and the champions of the world... Manchester United!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-2493755584755848371?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/2493755584755848371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=2493755584755848371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/2493755584755848371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/2493755584755848371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-does-this-sound-esp-to-opposition.html' title='How does this sound? Esp to opposition teams...'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-898246694994638824</id><published>2009-02-12T00:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-12T01:32:45.934+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='numbers'/><title type='text'>2 in 1</title><content type='html'>two topics.. digest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NUMB3RS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;these days.. whenever i travel anywhere.. umm not these days, i'm obsessed with numbers since long.. but lately, whenever i travel.. i observe all the RTO registration plates of all (possible) vehicles, and then try to relate it to some numbers from the past.. as in my Class 10th and 12th Board Exams hall ticket numbers, my class 5th-9th and 11th roll numbers etc.. plus the birthdates of most of my friends.. plus the RTO registration numbers of all cars that we (as in my father) owned, and also some of our close family friends did.. and also the present ones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's all the SMS Short codes (see.. PS2 ka faayda!) as in, the yahoo 8243 or 58558 etc numbers.. i'm always thinking ki if say the last 4 digits of a vehicle are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wxyz&lt;/span&gt; then how best wud it fit into one or more of the above.. i.e. birthdates, vehicle numbers, roll numbers, SMS numbers etc etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;trust me.. this is MUCH, MUCH more fun than the usual arithmetics.. i.e. say 9211 -&gt; 9+2=11. what i do is SO much more fun, trust me.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smoking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. as far as i know.. there was supposed to be a ban on Public Smoking in India from 2nd October, 2008 right? (not sure of the date.. i rely on my brain more than on wiki!) :D hmm.. so.. there was supposed to be this "on the spot Rs.200/- fine" for anyone who's caught smoking in public places.. right? i even remember Mr. Ajay Devgan being fined at some airport a few months ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE THE HELL ARE ALL THESE RULES?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in Andhra Pradesh.. i see SOOOOOOOOOO many ppl smoking on the roads.. omfg..  who do i go to, to complain about them? i've even seen Police men smoking on the roads.. traffic police smoking WHILE DRIVING A BIKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all.. i dont understand the concept of smoking.. if someone wants to die a slow, painful death.. better consume alcohol or some drugs.. why put others' healths in jeopardy by smoking? (passive smoking is also found to be almost as dangerous as real smoking!) plus, do these &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wise&lt;/span&gt; men think that its "cool" to smoke? who do they wanna impress here?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't someone be looking out for these smokers? where's the so called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moral police&lt;/span&gt; now?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-898246694994638824?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/898246694994638824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=898246694994638824' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/898246694994638824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/898246694994638824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/02/2-in-1.html' title='2 in 1'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-5570402226520526950</id><published>2009-02-11T00:18:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-11T01:28:19.389+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haleem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='head massage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='industrial fair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Qurbani'/><title type='text'>:-)</title><content type='html'>i have nothing but " :-) " to say for the day.. talked to a dear friend after a long, long time.. felt awesome! words are not the measure of how happy i am right now (hope the sentence is correct.. grammatically! :P).. its just a feeling! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. btw, me and vandith went to the "69th Nampally Industrial Fair" at Exhibition Ground, Nampally, Hyderabad (ob!).. WHAT a place, WHAT an atmosphere! and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT&lt;/span&gt; items, i mean food items lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first we had, mirchi bhaji, then papdi samosas, then egg puff (paneer, in vandith's case) and finally&lt;br /&gt;1) the "haleem"--we didnt order non veg, it was some veg dish.. dunno how or what it was made of, but it was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;2) the "qurbani"-- it was some sweet--made of dates, honey, and gulkand (too tired to find out the english word for it, if any... and anyways.. as i say.. English ppl dont eat gulkand-which i assume of course!- so there should not be any word for it!)... it was Godlike.. never before has such a small amount of ANY sweet satisfied me to the extent the Qurbani did tonight.. for those who can relish it somehow, PLEASE do asap.. u're missing something in ur lives..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to cap it all, as i mentioned.. got to talk to the friend.. an awesome day indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw.. while we were at the Exhibition Ground, one thing i noticed--we were outnumbered at least 10 to 1, maybe more,  by the so called "minority" people.. not that i am complaining, but it was different, to listen to the Hyderabadi Hindi of theirs (which is not very different from our own Aurangabadi Hindi!), plus all the small small kids wandering about.. btw this reminds me, we had the Candy Floss too!! it was too good..!! after all, we're still kids! ;P&lt;br /&gt;plus.. the women folk, burqua clad, with just the eyes visible to us.. eyes, that were beautiful.. so beautiful we dont even need to see their faces.. wow! as they say... "beauty is in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eyes&lt;/span&gt; of the beholder"... umm.. not sure how exactly i want to apply this here... waste attempt @ cracking a PJ.. :D (btw, no disrespect meant to anyone here.. and nothing wrong in praising beauty i feel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTWWWWWWWWW...jus remembered we went to a "Khadi Gramodyog" shop at the fair, and there was this "head massager" that that guy was begging us to check out.. a man-operated instrument, mechanical, not electrical or electronic.. made of things (dont wanna explain this now!).. he just took it, and said to me.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try this out&lt;/span&gt;.. i was like, okay.. then, as soon as the thing touched my head.. all it did was, tickle me like hell! all tickle glands (are there any?!) ke gates were opened, and i was almost uncontrollable.. he did it once more, and i was, well, i wasn't there.. i had to run away and laugh (in the store, uncontrollably!).. OMFG.. one of a kind experience!! (not laughter, but the ticklish feeling!!)&lt;br /&gt;then, vandith said to him... i can control laughter or something of the sort... and after he had the experience... we both went cant-find-a-suitable-adjective-i-am-short-of-them!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, even this (along with the Haleem and Qurbani), if u get a chance, do experience... once in a lifetime! just that we were both by ourselves, as in had it been a group, of close friends.. it could've been much, much more fun.. not that we didnt have PHUNNN... but... as they say.. The more the merrier!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. gtg.. early @ office tomo! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers! to one of the happiest days in recent memory! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-5570402226520526950?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/5570402226520526950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=5570402226520526950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/5570402226520526950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/5570402226520526950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=':-)'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-5471900127859621172</id><published>2009-02-09T01:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-09T01:46:50.042+05:30</updated><title type='text'>blah blah..</title><content type='html'>blah.. blah.. and some more blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to write something.. so.. here it is.. cant think of any topic.. not in the mood, state.. too sleepy.. office tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-5471900127859621172?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/5471900127859621172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=5471900127859621172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/5471900127859621172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/5471900127859621172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/02/blah-blah.html' title='blah blah..'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-3537632898740046902</id><published>2009-02-07T02:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-07T02:24:00.781+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No</title><content type='html'>No&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.- the answer to the "Should I/Should I not??" blog i'd posted about a month ago i think.. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Questions.. the possibilities are endless! even i haven't zeroed in on one particular yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-3537632898740046902?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/3537632898740046902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=3537632898740046902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/3537632898740046902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/3537632898740046902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/02/no.html' title='No'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-5265881663787300647</id><published>2009-02-05T01:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-05T01:51:34.814+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Humor amongst ourselves ;)</title><content type='html'>During our lunch, one of the funniest incidents for days happened today. goes as follows:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Beti were almost done with lunch, just the banana was left, one for each.. so i was about to take the skin off, and see Beti do the same.. after some 2-3 seconds, it was almost off it, but suddenly, before he could peel it off fully, the banana kinda broke off, from the base- where he was holding on to the fruit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"beti ka kela toot gaya"-- is what i said, and we went bonkers.. with some 4 people on the same table as us (including 2 girls), we went totally mad.. one of the best one-liners for me in recent times, maybe others wont feel the awesomeness of it, but it was Godlike, in its timing, and the way we laughed, omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again.. we went to our office- well not exactly an office, but a room where along with us both, there's a few others we share it with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beti drew 2 Paint drawings, and we were taking snaps using our mobiles, when a co-worker (who's quite senior!) sees us do this and says he'd mail it on our mail IDs.. but since we dont have internet facility @ our comp in office (long story- later), he tried using his account, started typing the username, and one click, and what comes up is this:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" m2lega@ch**iya.com"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know, it comes na, the usernames which've been typed earlier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was like.. "beti ye tune kya kiya!!!" and that laughter was the hardest we've suffered for a long, long time.. imagine this, and u'd know.. OMFG!&lt;br /&gt;(btw, non-BITSians, plz dont post comments asking explanations--SMS me if necessary. i know my blog is "adult content" but i havent lost all decency!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btwbtw.. went @ gagan's.. needless to say.. majjjjjaani life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalo.. sleeping.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.--my last blog, i guess it seems out of the blue- impulsive, not thought about.. but no, i've thought about it all a great deal before making it public.. hope point is taken by those who it is intended for... chao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-5265881663787300647?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/5265881663787300647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=5265881663787300647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/5265881663787300647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/5265881663787300647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/02/humor-amongst-ourselves.html' title='Humor amongst ourselves ;)'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-8134498246537901420</id><published>2009-02-04T00:11:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T01:33:32.142+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The subtle art of ignoring</title><content type='html'>hello again! lately some of my friends have acquired and mastered, the art of ignoring me.. it is either that, or.. well it has to be that, since it applies to gtalk, calls, SMSs, sometimes e-mails also.. guess what.. it has happened before, ppl not answering my calls etc.. but at least they had the courtesy to at least get back in touch and tell me they were held up in some work.. today the scene is bad.. i call some people, its either "waiting", or unanswered. if i send an SMS, it is either replied late to, or ignored altogether.. dunno why this is happening to me, maybe i fell short somewhere..but now i've decided, i'm not going to try anymore.. let them be busy.. i'll manage.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw.. i take this opportunity to apologize to all those who were on the receiving end of such atrocities (believe me, it IS atrocious! not being able to get in touch with someone who u're desperately seeking out for, especially those who were your "life" just a few weeks ago--note the usage of the word "were").. i know i've not exactly been the perfect friend.. but hey, there's always room for improvement! :-) love u all... and to think i told the ppl that i mentioned here (in this para) that i'd be busy with those mentioned above (in the first para), for the past dunno how many months.. real bad on my part! :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but again.. the real close friends, even when not in touch for months together, hit it off as if nothing was between them ever! and thats the best part.. and even discounting a few, i still have enough close friends, to turn to.. and m proud of this fact, altho losing friends is bad.. to hell with it! i think if distance is gonna come between any relationship, be it friendship or anything, then that relationship isnt worth a rat's arse.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all my close friends..&lt;br /&gt;lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;KK/Kautya (depending on whether ur from BITS or pre-BITS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+919052220416-ANY fking time u need me.. and be prepared for the same! :-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.-u can delete my old number, R.I.P. +919881467798.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know.. i'm losing touch with one liners, so dont be surprised to find all my blogs to be a bit boring (as if anyone reads this shit except me!), mainly due to short-term attacks of loneliness or due to the tiring schedule.. www.kaustubhkul.blogspot.com isnt gonna be at its humorous best for a long time now! and only the company of vandith et al keeps me in check here.. else i'd've been a sea of tears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. off for the time being.. be right back, tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-8134498246537901420?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/8134498246537901420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=8134498246537901420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8134498246537901420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8134498246537901420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/02/subtle-art-of-ignoring.html' title='The subtle art of ignoring'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-8163278599288364488</id><published>2009-02-02T02:12:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-02T03:10:13.329+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BITSAA'/><title type='text'>Weekend!!</title><content type='html'>i want to write about MANY things.. the most important of which is the BITSAA Hyderabad Chapter meet that we attended last Saturday. it was THE place to be.. kinda saw our future selves, as in dunno who all will turn up at such meets.. but i for one will surely be there! it was classic, and i for one am proud of the fact that i'm a BITSian.. it was like a family getting together after loooong, and they certainly seemed interested that we were there even when doing our PS2 and the fact that we're from Goa.. guys, those who dont know it yet... BITS Alumni LOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoVE Goa, were excited to hear ki we're Goans.. asked abt the campus, if they could get help for acco should they visit etc.. well.. i'd go on writing.. but just the gist of it--BITSAA is a biiiiiiiggg family, and i'll proudly be a part of it (officially :P) soon enough! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm.. rest.. someone told me i should call up a friend, who i am mad at (supposedly!for almost 3 weeks now.. :D ), over the weekend.. but it just so happened, that there was this BITSAA meet on Sat evening (unluckily, we have holiday just the 1st and 3rd Sat!), and Sunday i was with my relatives.. uncle's and aunt's (both mom's second cousins, and they're first cousins of each other).. awesome food i got to eat, after almost 3 weeks!!&lt;br /&gt;was thinking when to call, pondering whether it'd be a good idea to call from a crowded bus, but then realized that we haven't exchanged our new mobile numbers yet.. so.. chillax! ;) back to being angry :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, chalo.. Monday again, back to work (with pastime embedded in between!)!! \m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-8163278599288364488?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/8163278599288364488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=8163278599288364488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8163278599288364488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8163278599288364488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend.html' title='Weekend!!'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-8157916350055702045</id><published>2009-01-31T01:22:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-31T02:56:15.265+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexism'/><title type='text'>Digest</title><content type='html'>intended to write one last night but couldnt.. saw Arundhati-a Telugu horror movie.. good one actually, nothing dhinchak like the normal ones.. the actress looked graceful in the saree, and equally bad in modern clothes (double role).. sonu sood (the ghost-cum-villain) was good too.. altho i thought the editing was only so-so.. but overall, a worth watch movie, even for a non-Telugu-ite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, the night before, when we went to meet gagan, didnt write much cuz i had no words to describe how it felt.. it was awesome! exactly like campus, back then-- sitting some place by the road, chatting, laughing (hysterically, in my case!) like no one's around (had to refrain from it later on, cuz ppl might've gotten scared, or worse, angry!), the never-ending PJs and theories (i'm Vandith's apprentice here.. he is God!), and gagan calling me "mote".. lolz! i guess she's the ONLY one in the world who calls me mote.. btw.. even tonight, i still dont have any words, these are just the incidents that i'm mentioning.. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, its the BITSAA Hyderabad Chapter meet.. hoping for it to be awesome! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw.. what got me into writing this post is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rage&lt;/span&gt;. u know, the animal inside of me (well, most ppl @ BITS are unaware of this fact.. plays to my advantage innit?! just FYI, if u see my ears really red, assume that i'm super-uber-mad.. cos i know for a fact that they get red, plus i even feel the heat in my ears!!!) what happened was (has happened earlier too.. but i lost my patience this time!), we were returning from work, in an auto rickshaw, a shared one.. the rickshaw walla takes 3 ppl at the back, and 2/3/4 ppl beside him (avg = 3, excluding him of course)... and whenever some female comes, he asks one of the passengers who're seated behind to come join him at the front.. what i fucking don't understand is.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where the fuck is all the "equality" that females keep talking about?! &lt;/span&gt;they go bonkers about sexism, that people are biased against the fairer sex etc etc... if u want equality, then be prepared for everything!! they want equality in education, in politics, in every bit of life as they can imagine, but what about the auto incident!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never have i seen a female tell the auto walla confidently, that No Bhaiyya, i'm prepared to seat beside u.. these girls roam about in expensive, even revealing jeans-tops sometimes, and arent prepared to sit in a clumsy place?! i mean, okay, i can understand that there are some people who are arseholes, who try to get physical with women, more so with the modern girls who like to leave so little for imagination.. but i strongly oppose Mrs. Shobhaa De's thoughts here.. she's one person, who says that ALL men, no one excluded are Pigs, who just want to jump on to women all the time, like a hunter on to the prey.. she, and her daughters faced situations it seems.. but, while reading an article of hers in The Indian Express (or The Week) some years ago, (it inevitably was against Men!), she mentioned about some incident-it goes as follows---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her daughters it seems went out, to a mall or something.. with friends of course.. and they had to face an incident, some men (as far as i remember, some daily wages workers, doing some repair work @ the mall) passed lewd comments or something, dont remember exactly.. and it seems they were drooling over the (poor!) girls.. and FYI, she clearly mentioned that the girls had gone out in "quite" modern clothes..&lt;br /&gt;one more indicent--she said, some guy in a nearby building used to use his binoculars to get a "clearer" view of the girls, as in of their rooms..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, just like we cant blame ALL Muslims for terrorism, we simply CANNOT assume that all men are pigs, who like to prey on the poor li'l women's souls! why cant Mrs. De digest this simple fact! and i fail to understand how the Mr. De lives with such idiotic, psychotic women in the house! i'd rather do something, drastic for that matter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this brings me back to the more day-to-day scenario.. these days, when there's women pilots in india, women bus-conductors, women auto drivers, women police, hell women who're practically running the show (i.e. Mrs. Sonia Gandhi, Mrs. Sheila Dixit, et al), why is there the need to take resort to the "traditional" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm a butterfly, dont hurt me &lt;/span&gt;view as and when needed? where is all the equality gone now, huh?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason i'm writing this is, i was asked to move from the back seat, when there WAS one place for the lady concerned, but seems her husband was with her (some guy it was).. i told the auto walla, bhaiyya ek jagah hai, lady wahan baith jayegi.. again he says with frustration lady seat hai aage aa jao.. i mean.. bullshit! what'd've happened if the lady'd've sat beside me and the husband in the front? i for one wud surely not have eaten her up! plus, my complaint is, i cant FIT into the front part, with such less legspace... my head bumps into the roof for every little stone the auto crushes, and also my knees bump into the auto-part-which-i-cant-describe-in-words.. and it bloody HURTS! (not to mention, the smoke/dust worsens clothes faster when seated in the front!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now.. the conclusion i've drawn is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait for it... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"women themselves are the most sexist beings"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't u agree? i mean, i respect women a lot, have respected women a lot since birth (leave aside a few who dont deserve respect!), but this is the fact.. they themselves are sexists, and i for one, hate (irrational) feminists more than anything.. its okay if one saves a female who's being tortured by her dumbass husband, or any such oppressions-physical of psychological.. but to demand equal jobs, to demand equal pay scales, to demand reservations, hell, to demand "fighting @ a war front, mano-a-mano", but yet, be so unequal at will.. awesome, isn't it? well done!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw.. what i really wanted to say to the husband in the auto was, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;itni sone  jaisi biwi hai to ghar mein rakha kar.. &lt;/span&gt;but no, we HAVE to be decent at all times, even when there's all kinds of random people around! well.. yeah.. THAT my dears, is life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now u tell me.. who's sexist here?! me, or the 10s of different women i've travelled with, who  want all equal rights, but wont sit in front!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe its just a trivial non-significant issue, but as they say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;charity begins at home&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.-- just remembered.. there's also a ladies' reservation in the bus.. so, when there's a seat vacant, some men obviously grab the opportunity and occupy the reserved seats.. now when a female boards the bus, she's like.. "whats the sonofabitch doing in a ladies' seat"?!! it CLEARLY says on their facial expressions, trust me.. and yet, there's the odd female who's seated somewhere at the back, NOT ON A LADIES' RESERVED SEAT.. who's to tell her to get the hell off the seat! if someone says so.. the expression goes "where does this guy come from? doesn't he have the slightest decency/courtesy! for God's sakes, i'm a woman, in a bus full of males (read pigs) all around!"... trust me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i'd like to say to all Feminists (in particular, illogical ones and Mrs. De in particular) to shove it up theirs! and SHUT THE FUCK UP! :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw,, yesterday just happened to be my father's birthday, and one of the more memorable ones lately.. apart from the aforementioned fact, some good news (is it newses?!! lolz!) of the day--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. its confidential.. so chuck.. haven't asked the concerned people whether to publicize it just yet!! (God forbid should they sue me, i'll lose all my (hopeful) future earnings!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some funny incidents--&lt;br /&gt;for dinner, me and vandith decided to go out.. went to a place, "Veg Buffet @ Rs. 75/-" it turned out to be real ordinary, not worth 25 bucks if u ask me.. then checked some local dhaba, te ambience was real bad there.. then went to a hotel "veg thali @ Rs. 50/-" which was only for lunch they said.. still, we decided to try the place out (had to avoid the Pizza Hut and Domino's etc, too much spending &gt;.&lt; ).. so we have a table, but surprisingly there's NO one but 3-4 waiters there.. so we decided, since the place is not so well to do, maybe we shouldn't try it.. plus, who knows when they'd've bought the vegetables etc with so less customers! so we were in a fix-whether to leave directly, after having gulped down a glass of water each, or just give one waiter a 10 rupee note and leave, or order something light and leave.. we decided to order Aalu paranthas.. two.. got em packed, and 40 bucks it was! left much to the astonishment of the waiters! lolz.. then, there was a place we went past, kinda not so good, but earlier we'd pondered going inside.. the second time.. when we were passing by, i say to vandith "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vandith, jab din mein ek baar kat chuka hota hai na... tab risk nahi lete.. we gotta play safe" &lt;/span&gt;thus we went to a hotel, had a magnificent dinner, returned home.. and after a while, tasted the packed parantha.. it was REAL bad man.. maaaaan... waise Hyderabad mein aa kar itni baar kat chuka hai.. this was one of the least in its extent!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. adios.. gotta sleep..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-8157916350055702045?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/8157916350055702045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=8157916350055702045' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8157916350055702045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8157916350055702045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/01/digest.html' title='Digest'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-5564309407964903463</id><published>2009-01-29T01:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-29T01:08:21.394+05:30</updated><title type='text'>yeayy!!</title><content type='html'>have no words for what i am feeling right now. me and vandith went to meet gagan, at her place. it was AWESOME! period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 hours of non stop chatting/gossiping/cracking godlike jokes and formulating godlike theories, just like when in campus.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope for many, many more such evenings..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-5564309407964903463?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/5564309407964903463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=5564309407964903463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/5564309407964903463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/5564309407964903463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/01/yeayy.html' title='yeayy!!'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-7165452711475116188</id><published>2009-01-28T01:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:30:38.523+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"Its back"!</title><content type='html'>ahem.. what to say! been thinking about friends (again!) and everything is going on as i'd foreseen.. not many friends are in touch.. i accept, we've already faced a similar situation (at least once) before, when swapping our homes with BITS.. (hope the word is appropriate!) and then again when half the batch went for PS2 in 4-1.. but even then, we had some of our close ones nearby, and there was a feeling, that come what may, we'll talk things through with them.. be it any trivial issue or a major problem.. now, there's very few people to share things with, in person i mean,(dont mean objects), and that too those who dont know much about the goings on in my life, and also the past, for that matter.. and to call someone (even if very close) for small, trivial issues seems childish now (after all, we are working!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, the big task of adjusting with new people (sharing rooms na.. not used to it!) and their habits and all.. some things which are irritating, to bear with them.. try to ignore.. and NOT lose temper.. cuz not many ppl are aware of the fact that i do have a bad one! (a bad temper i mean, duh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus.. as i keep saying.. not much contact with the real close friends, some in campus, some @ PS (leave aside the school friends, we're used to just SMSs/Calls with them) although we knew this would happen.. LIVING it is an altogether different story.. and a sad one! btw.. who's to tell a friend, that please be in touch? the max i can do is, keep calling/sending mails/SMSs..but after a while, when there's no response from the other side, what do we do? even if they're missed, increasingly by the day! and then i get mad, and leave it.. totally.. shut the doors, until they're opened from the other side! guess thats the best way out.. (at least better than telling someone that i'm angry and further spoiling the friendship!) and of course, write a blog on the topic! after all, there's no Punky, Amit to talk this with.. (no disrespect to the other best friends.. but these topics are specifically reserved for those two!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. gotta go.. read a few things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.--i see a reaction, to my prev post i think, "horseshit"... nice! FINALLY, i know that there's someone who's reading what all crap i keep posting! love u mate! :-*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-7165452711475116188?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/7165452711475116188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=7165452711475116188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/7165452711475116188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/7165452711475116188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-back.html' title='&quot;Its back&quot;!'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-1096764062340140834</id><published>2009-01-27T22:52:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:03:55.254+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Revision</title><content type='html'>well..today was the first day that we actually were busy at work..and boy o boy did the day start badly! we woke up at 8am (which is like, an eternity considering our usual 8:45am routine!) but only to find there was no water! none, whatsoever, not even in the basins! so we waited for a bit, brushed teeth etc.. one guy had a bath, then i did my "holy offerings"--had to get a bucket filled before i could "release" something without worries ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haan.. so, although we woke up earlier than the past few days (working days i mean), it was useless..firstly,it took us quite a while to get a sharing-auto, plus the HEAVY traffic.. uff.. it was damn irritating, just to be at the same point or thereabouts even after 5 mins.. and then suddenly, it went from bad to worse, as one motherfucker of a driver sped past us (in a Black Esteem i think, it was surely Black, not sure if Esteem or not), and although that part of the journey was without many vehicles around, that arsehole HAD to go thru this pothole filled with (dirty, muddy) water.. and a SPLASH! 3 of the passengers in the auto.. shit angry, and barking random swear words at the already gone car.. one guy was totally wasted! Beti's crisply ironed shirt was soiled (lol @ soiled!) and me.. well.. the water "just" helped me with a face wash! we were SO angry, i swear to God, had i been on a bike or something.. i wud've dragged the son of a bitch outside after cornering him some place and at least had a thing or two to say.. but no! i NEVER get a chance to fight! damn! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that.. the day was alright.. office mein had to stay till almost 6pm :O&lt;br /&gt;then it took us i guess 50+ mins to get home.. LOOOONG day innit? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if this was not enough, we've got some "homework"! gotta study some things and explain it tomorrow! if any mistakes/doubts, they'll be paid attention to, we're told.. hah! anyways.. time to go, read+sleep.. hoping i resume my early morning jogging! yeayy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-1096764062340140834?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/1096764062340140834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=1096764062340140834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/1096764062340140834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/1096764062340140834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/01/revision.html' title='Revision'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-344185139874645718</id><published>2009-01-26T20:51:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:33:07.190+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Slumdog Millionaire!</title><content type='html'>The most talked about movie in recent times, and what a watch it was! If a movie's greatness could be measured by the tears shed during the watching part, i guess it would rank among the top 10 that i've seen (which includes many, many movies--- Bollywod and Hollywood).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first half in particular, was amazing. the way Boyle's picturized India's slums, gives us a feel of the real world. Its the truth, and not an exaggeration. I totally oppose Mr. Amitabh's comments.. Whats true IS true, and no one can change it, sadly! The way they've taken the beggar kids (sorry for the usage) and the asshole who forces them to beg, the WAY he does so.. it was goosebump-ish! :| especially the scene where he puts acid or something in some kid's eye, who has a good voice, just so he could stand the chance of "earning" more money... My God! although we kinda know that these things go on, but to see it, even though on screen, is difficult.. makes u think, about more than a few things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us keep cribbing about our bad luck.. to the extent, for e.g. a 9 pointer says he/she missed a grade by a few marks, an 8LPA earner says he wished he could earn 10LPA, one who has enough clothes/shoes longs for "just one more" jeans/t-shirt/a pair of Nike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's these less fortunate kids, who have to roam around asking (begging) for money, most of which probably goes into the fathers' late-night drinking sessions! Why? What's the poor kid's mistake,apart from the misfortune of being born into a beggar family (sorry for the usage!).. that their parents, even tho not self-sufficient, couldn't plan the child-birth (maybe they lacked the basic information! plus, as far as i think, a child born = more ppl to beg i.e. more money for the dad's drinking.. and also, mother+infant get more than just the mother) sorry for being so skeptical.. but thats the way i see things..&lt;br /&gt;well, if the beggars is one case, handicapped people is another.. that too born with some handicap, which saddens me.. why do they have to suffer their whole lives, for no apparent mistake of theirs? and in that, if such a child is born in a well-to-do family, at least they have the resources to cope with the situation.. imagine this child being born in a poor family. what a disaster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we say we're unlucky! BOLLOCKS! we're DAMN lucky, just to be born without any medical problem (at least, without any serious problems!) and to be born where we demand things from our parents, rather we CAN demand things from them.. who said God is fair? He clearly isn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless the less fortunate.. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I for one, certainly hope and pray that sooner rather than later, i could do my bit in helping such children.. and this does not mean giving them money, i'd like to help in a more substantial way.. dont think i need to mention the details here.. na? :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-344185139874645718?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/344185139874645718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=344185139874645718' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/344185139874645718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/344185139874645718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/01/slumdog-millionaire.html' title='Slumdog Millionaire!'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-92897413893234277</id><published>2009-01-26T02:50:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-26T03:06:19.431+05:30</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>umm.. will just write the highlights of the day, too unenthusiastic to write much cuz of the cold response... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-met gagan (and anuvesh!) after a long, long time! felt awesome! :) :)&lt;br /&gt;-a worrying moment, as Federer was 2 sets to 0 down against Berdych, only to win eventually in 5 (ob!) sets.. missed the match, saw just the highlights.. good match! plus some other sporting satisfactions-e.g. jankovic lost, Dokic won, Arsenal and Liverpool have a match more to think about (cuz of the draw in the FA Cup), plus Beckham scored his first goal for AC Milan..(quite a finish that one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it.. now gm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-92897413893234277?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/92897413893234277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=92897413893234277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/92897413893234277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/92897413893234277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-3806108637947880631</id><published>2009-01-23T13:44:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-24T01:43:28.803+05:30</updated><title type='text'>26th May, 1999--somewhere in Barcelona</title><content type='html'>aha! Nou Camp-it is injury time, and Man United still trailing 1-0 to Bayern Munich, in the Champions' League final.. here's the story in words... \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(United have a corner, Beckham to take.)&lt;br /&gt;90.21 Can Manchester United score? They always score.&lt;br /&gt;Beckham.......&lt;br /&gt;In towards Schmeichel......its come for Dwight Yorke&lt;br /&gt;Cleared...........Giggs with the shot&lt;br /&gt;90.35 SHERINGHAM! (Sheringham scores)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAME ON THE TROPHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91.15 As things stand we will go into extra time with a golden goal hanging like a massive shadow over this final unless Ole Solskjaer can find another......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(United have another corner, Beckham to take)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this their moment?&lt;br /&gt;92.13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92.17 Beckham......&lt;br /&gt;Into Sheringham.....&lt;br /&gt;AND SOLSKJAER HAS WON IT! (Solskjaer scores)&lt;br /&gt;Manchester United have reached the promised land, Ole Solskjaer, and the two substitutes have scored the two goals in stoppage time and the Treble looms large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93.33 (Final whistle blows)&lt;br /&gt;History is made, Manchester United are the Champions of Europe again and nobody will ever win a European Cup final more dramatically than this. Champions of Europe, Champions of England, the FA Cup holders, everything their hearts desire. United fans will ask where did you watch the 1999 European Final? Where did you see Ole Solskjaer win it with virtually the last kick of the final?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At the end of this game, the European Cup will be only six feet away from you and you'll not even able to touch it if we lose. And for many of you that will be the closest you will ever get. Don't you dare come back in here without giving your all".&lt;br /&gt;ALEX FERGUSON HALF TIME TEAMTALK IN EUROPEAN CUP FINAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godlike, isn't it? after this final, and the Treble, it was Sir Alex! \m/ The old man sure does know how to get a response!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me u dont have goosebumps after reading that.. cos 90% of you are united fans (of which 90% are plain ignorant and know nothing!), 9% are United haters, the rest 1% are lying (about not being United fans!) ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-3806108637947880631?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/3806108637947880631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=3806108637947880631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/3806108637947880631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/3806108637947880631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/01/26th-may-1999-somewhere-in-barcelona.html' title='26th May, 1999--somewhere in Barcelona'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-6228476986543518677</id><published>2009-01-23T01:45:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-23T01:51:53.132+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Two of my fav songs..</title><content type='html'>..................&lt;br /&gt;Come lay beside me&lt;br /&gt;This won't hurt, I swear&lt;br /&gt;She loves me not&lt;br /&gt;She loves me still&lt;br /&gt;But she'll never love again&lt;br /&gt;She lay beside me&lt;br /&gt;But she'll be there when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;Black heart scarring darker still&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she'll be there when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she'll be there when I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;Dead sure she'll be there&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       --- From The Unforgiven-II, Metallica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk away, don't walk away,&lt;br /&gt;  ooh when the world is burning&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk away, don't walk away,&lt;br /&gt;  ooh when the heart is yearning&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk away, don't walk away,&lt;br /&gt;  ooh when the world is burning&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk away, don't walk away,&lt;br /&gt;  ooh when the heart is yearning&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       --- From Carnival of Rust, Poets of the Fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-6228476986543518677?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/6228476986543518677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=6228476986543518677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/6228476986543518677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/6228476986543518677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-of-my-fav-songs.html' title='Two of my fav songs..'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-8644030213737942848</id><published>2009-01-22T23:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:50:12.825+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treat'/><title type='text'>Treat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>aha! UC's bday treat!! yoyoyo.. although bday was a fortnight ago, both his and Beti's.. we got a small cake today, and Damodar came here and we had a small bday celebration! yoyo!&lt;br /&gt;so it was UC's treat, at Windows (its below the Microsoft office in Hyderabad, so...) and since i was the only one who eats non veg, ate a full tandoori chicken! plus after that, 2 butter naans, with some paneer curry and malai kofta.. on top, Baskin mein Chocolate Mousse! \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY sleepy after eating all that! the writer inside me is already asleep... hence this unusually short and boring post... anyways.. laterz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday bro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-8644030213737942848?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/8644030213737942848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=8644030213737942848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8644030213737942848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8644030213737942848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/01/treat.html' title='Treat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-5859267901555679155</id><published>2009-01-22T00:34:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-22T01:49:21.170+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labels for this post'/><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>hmm.. since Vandith's mom's in town, he went to his uncle's to meet her, and came back only at 11pm or so.. said for the past half an hour or so he was thinking abt what to write in his blog.. then added he might just write one on writing blogs.. as in "How to write blogs" or something.. dunno abt him, but it spurred my thought process (ob, while i was atop the Western Style--toilet,i mean!) and hence this post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. where do i start!&lt;br /&gt;Why do we write blogs? to reveal all our secrets? to tell the whole world what we're thinking and doing (and i mean the truth, some sensible stuff-not utter Bullcrap, precisely what we're thinking or doing!) now who'd be that stupid? making public THE stuff that's really close to self? i'll just say, as far as my thinking goes.. people write blogs cuz then their friends would check the posts out, maybe comment on a few (rarely in my case! :P) and thats it.. its all just a waste of time.. totally! had it not been for the jobless people reading others' blogs, who do you think would have gone on writing the big big posts?! its all advertising/marketing whatever (still cant tell the difference.. &gt;.&lt; ) and u know what.. i have been thinking on these lines since the beginning.. but they all sucked me into this.. writing and all.. i know i suck at it, but yet i go on.. why? cuz i want my friends to know whats going on in my life-the events and the thoughts.. at least the not-so-relevant stuff.. but how many, do u reckon, know the REAL stuff that's bugging me? lemme tell u.. i can count those ppl on a dog's toes-maybe with some spare ones! peer pressure, and i fell for it! now i'm addicted! :D&lt;br /&gt;and yet, all u do is read on... and on... even if i type "rhethrymjetujt" i suppose there'll be at least one jobless fella who'd comment on it.. na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw.. i'd hoped this week we'd be started with our projects.. but no, they're TOO busy for Interns.. gave us e-books and we're just waiting and waiting... and waiting! sometimes catching up on the sleep (gotta wake up early, remember!) sometimes gaming (mobile gaming or Pinball/Solitaire/Hearts) but yeah.. as expected, ps2 IS actually bridging the gap between college and work-at college we had no work, and at work, there sometimes is a thing or two to do.. so, a good first step into the "real world"... and as far as i see, the employees there are just as jobless as we are.... okay, a bit less, but mind u, they're in contention for the "who's the most jobless" award! ;)&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. 1:40am and its been 2 successive nights of just 4 hrs sleep.. so gotta go.. bbye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw.. i dont think i'm gonna advertise my blog anymore (except when i think i've written exceptionally well--so u can expect the status to be my blogspot address frequently! :P) (such a hypocrite i am na, yeah i know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahshallah.. subhanallah! aadaab.. aadaab...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.-check the label for this post! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-5859267901555679155?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/5859267901555679155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=5859267901555679155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/5859267901555679155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/5859267901555679155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/01/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-3977562358166608374</id><published>2009-01-20T02:17:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-20T02:28:06.563+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madness'/><title type='text'>GSM, CDMA, blah blah..</title><content type='html'>well, as an Intern at a Telecom company, these are terms that frequently come up, and the actual mechanism of say a simple task like sending an SMS, to a more complicated one like Voice calls etc etc... me's not a pro as yet (ob!) not being from Communication background... but reading those e-books is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;for, very few ppl wud know that GSM = Global System for Mobile, and CDMA = Code Division Multiple Access.. and that 3G (The iPhone 3G, remember?!) = 3rd Generation mobiles etc etc.. that there have been 2G phones (the ones which we used a few yrs ago, and now we're using 2.5G ones, to facilitate the transition between 2G and 3G) :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. more when i know more... just read the basic concepts.. :P lolz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-3977562358166608374?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/3977562358166608374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=3977562358166608374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/3977562358166608374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/3977562358166608374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/01/gsm-cdma-blah-blah.html' title='GSM, CDMA, blah blah..'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-244761563580024684</id><published>2009-01-19T00:17:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:52:45.973+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Part-II</title><content type='html'>hello again! not more than an hour has passed since my last post, but here's one more.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do we tell someone how much he/she means to us? do we give lavish gifts? do we say good good things, sweet sweet things? do we talk every day? for hours and hours together? or maybe SMS? HOW do u convey such simple a msg, to XYZ--"u mean a lot to me..."?! just simply saying it out loud many times, is that a wise thing to do? i doubt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking abt this cos.. apart from my immediate family.. some of my friends mean the world to me, and they know it.. even if we dont meet for 4-5 months, even if NO contact for that period, we hit it off like we'd never been apart! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'd like to know, how many ppl, who i think mean a lot to me, actually reciprocate that feeling? and since i dont know the "signals" as such, m confused.. whether to value em as much, or simply to let go.. lets c.. only time will tell.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. gotta sleep now.. almost 1am, and a hectic week ahead.. Gawd, how i hate Mondays! (esp after a 2 day break!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, as i type.. my roomie is snoring SO loudly omfg... this has been going on for the past 4-5 nights.. and we've had quite a few infectious laughs.. but man.. he snores in a comical manner.. one night, it was like he's riding a bike! (and while he was snoring in that fashion, i was busy acting like i was the bike rider, and we laughed SO much omfg!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, sometimes there's the occasional "bomb", if u know what i mean... (to the blessed souls, i'm referring to a LOUD fart!) hahahahah ROTFLMAO it is... shifting the sleeping posture so as to facilitate a loud fart! lolz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalo.. gn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-244761563580024684?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/244761563580024684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=244761563580024684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/244761563580024684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/244761563580024684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/01/part-ii.html' title='Part-II'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-6274547703874152510</id><published>2009-01-18T23:37:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:49:21.409+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the one'/><title type='text'>Random thoughts..</title><content type='html'>well, this comes after there's been a discussion between me and a friend, just last night, about friendship (don't we have ANYTHING else to talk about!) ;) hmm.. so the essence of the discussion was, do we (me and him) have too many female friends, to be woefully off target in finding our respective "the one"s??i mean, even if she is out there, and we prolly might even know each other, what'd she be thinking? this applies even to girls who have too many male friends... getting the point or no? :P and what can we do about it, now? if any interesting ideas, please leave a comment.. if helpful a treat assured! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-6274547703874152510?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/6274547703874152510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=6274547703874152510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/6274547703874152510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/6274547703874152510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts..'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-2685887589202123860</id><published>2009-01-18T02:24:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-18T02:43:54.300+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piracy'/><title type='text'>Piracy</title><content type='html'>hmmm.. this comes when there's 100s of people all over the world cribbing about a virus called "piracy"... as far as i think, all such stupid, money-chasing dogs should consider the scenario--there's NO piracy in the world... how many people, do u assume, wud be willing to buy the CDs DVDs etc of their music/movies etc etc...? can they afford it? will the college goers like u and me buy them? its BECAUSE of Piracy that all those people are so famous! why cant they understand this simple fact! what're they gonna do with all the money they accumulate after dying! huh?!!&lt;br /&gt;plus, when someone like Mahesh (/Mukesh) Bhatt comes and says something about Piracy... i feel like whacking that whackjob :P cos, all he does is, copy English movies and take newcomers (actresses) and make them smooch Emraan Hashmi (who i believe is related to the Bhatts!) and we, the people love the Bhatts' movies dont we? :-/ and nowadays even the Music made in India is mostly copied, either from some English track, or some old hindi songs... (referring to all but AR Rehman here... he is God! *BOWS*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, as my friend Punky aptly puts it.. Mozart and Beethoven charged something for the music they made? do we PAY money to listen to it?! (here, i'm assuming that no one owns the copyrights for the same!) and if THEY didnt, are these Bands and Celebrities and Directors-Producers better than THEM?! dont they have something called "shame" in their bloods? huh! and anyways, when me and punky are on the same side.. there's no beating us ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... long live Piracy! \m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-2685887589202123860?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/2685887589202123860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=2685887589202123860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/2685887589202123860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/2685887589202123860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/01/piracy.html' title='Piracy'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-8523420601823432098</id><published>2009-01-18T02:14:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-18T02:23:57.364+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><title type='text'>Lake Husseinsagar</title><content type='html'>well, our first outing as such, during PS2 (went out with Beti sometimes, but this was different!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday!! 5pm we went to Lake Husseinsagar, where there's a BIG food court and then the BIGGG statue of Gautam Buddha! made of one single rock, standing over 60 feet i assume.. i'd visited the place twice before, after my 10th and 12th, but that was during the day... evening, the spotlights and all was awesome! plus the cool breeze! and the presence of (along with Beti) Vandith (the God-photographer ke role mein!) and UC... was fun, but again, couldnt complete the "mission 9" stated in my prev blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to many more such outings.. cheers..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-8523420601823432098?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/8523420601823432098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=8523420601823432098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8523420601823432098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8523420601823432098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/01/lake-husseinsagar.html' title='Lake Husseinsagar'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-6390551030158758084</id><published>2009-01-17T00:38:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-17T02:36:06.794+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hyderabad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PS2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pune'/><title type='text'>PS2 and Gen Hyderabad stuff..</title><content type='html'>aho! so here comes the post that has been waiting (in my head) for quite a while now.. ya.. so i will continue from the day i left for pune, i.e. from my last post from home..here it goes (or should it be comes? :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya.. it was the 3rd day of the new year, and i left for pune by the 3pm State Transport bus.. had with me 4 BIG bags, after all i was supposed to leave for hyderabad 4th night, 8pm bus.. in the meantime i had an exam in pune- XAT :D thankfully i had gargi with me, at my center.. so after the exam we went to KFC and ate the Zinger Burger (hope the spelling is right.. LOL!) it was awesome, made all the more tasty by the presence of one of my closest friends (and gossips!!) :) haan.. after that went to the CCD nearby and had our fav Chocolate Fudge Sundae (or was it, Chocolate Truffle Sundae?SO confusing every time) the manner in which we gulped it down, and later the way in which i cleaned the bowl is unmentionable :P anyways... then she had to get back home, i had to go back to my uncle's... so we parted (btw, if i remember correctly, the song that was playing in CCD was, Lambi Judaai... from jannat i hope... it goes like... "chaar dino kaa... saath o rabba... lambi judaaiii, lambi judaai...." which was quite apt for the situation, and gargi's favourite!) :'( was vvvvvvv sad then..and the prospect of meeting Punky and Amit was the only thing that cheered me up later on! :) and altho Amit's meet was for a short while, it was v good.. had already spent with him 3 days, chatting gossiping and all such stuff we love ;) and punky too.. not for long, but we did hv some time to talk, but then suddenly... i came to terms with reality.. that was to be the last time that i saw punky/gargi/amit for months! earlier, i used to think, ki pune mein to milna hi hai.. but that day was very very very sad.. i didnt think i cld survive without them.. and i still think i wont (hence i keep sending waste emails :P).. anyways.. take care mates! :) miss yawl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8pm-my bus for hyd started from pune (thankfully Am-ameya-one of my oldessssst friends came to see me off, which was a great feeling since i'd asked my parents not to come, plus a good friend's presence is always welcome, more so during sad times), and reached Hyderabad 7am the next day-dont remember much about the night, except that i sent senti msgs to all those who i felt have made my life worth living, and to those, who i felt, was a value addition to my vacation.. some replied, some ignored.. nevertheless, i never think much-say things that i feel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YO! 7:30am i was at my mosi's place...wasted the day on the net and on phone (i bought a new SIM card 12 days after reaching-utilising 300+ Rs. in the course cos roaming is too fkin expensive wtf!), and came to know that i had to report to the KLK building at 10am (Khan Latif Khan) Tata Teleservices Ltd. (henceforth, TTSL) Office... they said, wait for some time, Ratan Tata's teleconference (11am) or something was on, so most employees were busy (!).. so waiting and waiting and waiting... 1pm they said, go hv lunch... when we returned, 2pm or so they came and said that we had to go to some Voltas thingy... we were like.. what the fuck! we'd been sent to Tata Teleservices, NOT Voltas-and stuff like that.. so we waited.. then they said there's a car arranged, for us to get there (10+ km far).. we said we had to register with our PS2 instructor, who'd also accompany us to see our working place.. then when HE came, car was gone and the Voltas wala VP was busy in some meeting.. so we waited.. and waited.. FINALLY,4pm we left KLK towards Voltas.. Sir talked to the VP there only, so no need to accompany us that far :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached at 4:30pm.. sent to another person, who then talked to us, we had to explain that we are BITS(G)ians, that there's a thing called Practice School, and that we're 4th yrites who'll graduate after this 5month internship at TTSL.. (it turned out, the place was Voltas House, from where Voltas was shifted some place else.. TTSL itself.. so our initial fears of being sent to the wrong place turned out to be false!) and because they didnt know anything about PS2, we told them that u should give us projects, officespace,computers,stipend(!) [even we didnt know any details then!]  so blah blah blah later.. they said, settle down in Hyd first (finding new house etc) thus, our first "working" (waiting!) day was over!! yeayyy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, i.e. 7th, we shifted to a new place.. twas kinda good-main road, bus stop nearby, taking us to our office in 3or 4 Rs. and 15 mins.. but somehow, after just a week there, we shifted to a new place, which is quite far from our office (Rs.15 and 30 mins) but this is TOTALLY AWESOME! plus many BITSGians here, including Vandith the God! :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then.. 7th onwards, we went to our office regularly, on time, in fact we were the first to get there.. 9am! :O but then.. what we did for the first 7-8 days was... wait.. wait.. and endless wait.. i mean, come on, i know we arent that much into anything but tp, but this was the limit! getting paid for just sitting in A/C.. LOL there's one room, where there were already 5 ppl (thankfully 1 person dsnt show up much) and kinda congested.. somehow we managed to squeeze in the chairs and thus started our PS2-mobile-gaming! LOL! be it Sudoku, Brian Lara's cricket, Micro Pool, u name it, we've played it! LOL! as i said, one person dsnt show up much, so we used his desktop to suit us, but it turned out, the firewall there is GODLIKE.. unbeatable, even to us (KK and MaGNuM, the DC gods!) we cldnt open anything, no proxy sites, no mail clients (gmail,yahoomail,even mail.bits-goa.ac.in!) finally Ultrasurf.. even that was useless! :O all hope was gone.. surrendered to our fate.. then checked some news (satyam god giri!).. FINALLY.. 5th day our computer came.. turned out, i had to call 6151 (Help Desk) and get it configured.. that happened on 15th jan.. but in the meanwhile.. we bunked a day (cos had to shift to this new hostel naaaa.. already had called up and told them, at 9am, that we wudnt make it), and one evening, 5:30pm they tell us, get the overview of the work that's being done at TTSL.. an hour later, we get a slight idea.. FINALLY.. today (16th jan) we get SOMETHING to read, some e-books (our projects are core communication, and we're instru! LOL @ PSD, Pilani and TTSL, who specifically asked for Elec and Instru!!) so there's a LOT to catch up on.. btw, my stipend will be a handsome 10k per month, quite a lot more than what i expected :P (m not bragging, sersly) ya.. so the co-workers are like.. thr's this one guy.. who works seriously.. one more girl, who keeps playing Minesweeper (and fails!) and two more (who share a comp) who sometimes have work.. else its jus all of us (except the working guy) wasting time (with me and Beti aka MaGNuM being the most generous with time! sometimes, say twice or thrice a day, we get down and have some free coffee... now THATs what i love!) hmm.. so enough abt work.. anyways, our mentor has told that come Monday, there's gonna be a LOT of work.. (kinda warned i think!) so lookin forward to a hectic few days/weeks/months lets c...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya..now.. the story of my acco.. kinda funny.. lemme explain in detail, as i always do...&lt;br /&gt;as i said,7th Jan got a new place.. which was a 3 seater room, attached toilet-bath..the registration (!) fees was 250/- with the advance being 1000/- and monthly rental being 4000/- so in all, we paid 5250/-... me and Beti had already shifted there.. one more guy was supposed to come, but on 11th, he told us that he'd gotten accommodation from his company! so we tell this to the flat owner.. and he is like... now the rules have changed.. (this was 12th night) now, the advance is 5250/- and rent is 5250/- (rent being per month, per person).. we had assumed that the rent wud be increased.. but the advance increment was outta this world.. so we argued with him for FORTY FIVE mins- 9:00pm to 9:45pm (during which, i lashed out at him and his servant in anger!).. FINALLY, convinced him to give us a few days to arrange for the money.. plus, we'd already decided that we'd leave that place after one month, since it'd be too costly for us.. so we thot.. we'd already paid him 5000/-, which is just about the rent for one month, per person (since the advance is refundable).. so we'd live there for the month, and shift to the place where we are right now... turned out, that ass of a guy wanted money right then.. somhow, we came to the conclusion that since he'd never return our money (this was after interacting with him enough, to know what kind of a person he was) so the problem in front of us was, to MINIMIZE THE LOSSES... so we shifted to this new place, 13th night itself, before he'd bug us for money and get into our heads! LOL... say a loss of about 3k per head... but we thot, had we lived there a lil while longer, he'd definitely hv gotten under our skins, plus the place we are now at, that might hv gotten full... so.. gg @ PS bola, and shifted... btw, details abt the new place:-&lt;br /&gt;5 seater rooms, attached toilet-bath, tv, wifi 24*7, laundry, gym, food---including EVERYTHING this is 4.9k per month per person... plus 1000/- advance (refundable, ob).. now can there be a better deal than this? anyone? (plus, there's all BITSGians, the 5 of us \m/ we rock! this is like a mini hostel!)&lt;br /&gt;so..how was the story! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haan.. so the 3rd point was..Man Utd beating Chelsea comprehensively.. dont wanna talk much, cos there's already some non-football stuff i hv in mind... and anyways most of u'd've read the newspapers/websites already... waste of time :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, the gen random topics.. yoyo, dont we all love this part!! ;D&lt;br /&gt;some missions we've (me and beti) laid out... here it goes:-&lt;br /&gt;1)watch a telugu movie (accomplished-saw Maska.. twas okay, vandith the translator!)&lt;br /&gt;2)get a new SIM card (accomplished)&lt;br /&gt;3)go to Central and watch some movie (accomplished-saw Rab Ne..... at PVR)&lt;br /&gt;4)hook up with some chick (u know the answer!)&lt;br /&gt;5)go to a disc (again, this, only after mission 4)&lt;br /&gt;6)pick fight with some random road-side "dude" and thrash him--street fight!&lt;br /&gt;7)make a "Satyam" of TTSL (LOL, kidding!)&lt;br /&gt;8)learn Telugu (kinda difficult! altho easier than mission 4 and 5!) :P&lt;br /&gt;9)meet Gagan and Ramya (hopefully this will be done on Sunday the 18th.. its been a fortnight since we got here, but havent met either!this is my indiv mission tho)&lt;br /&gt;10)Beti will teach me CS,DotA,AOC and i will teach him FIFA... (kinda difficult!)&lt;br /&gt;11)host a CS tourney for all my vella office mates! (LOLzzz!)&lt;br /&gt;12)BEAT HIM UP, the son of a bitch, our old flat owner--a certain Mr. Narayan Rao... hope we effin kill him man! (actually, this is the TOP priority!and others, not priority wise..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah babyyy!!! well.. hope this was enough of a read.. :P if not.. tell me, comments mein, so i'll write my next blog even bigger! ;P btw.. this new place totally rocks! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assuming the next few weeks should take a lot outta me.. still,&lt;br /&gt;hope to be regular in writing.. the one place where i can express myself :P (except AirTel--if u dont get the joke..plz ask me, i'll explain!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao.. take care.. missing all you guys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.-btw...bangalore walon, i might come down sometime.. will notify in advance-hope v get to meet... and GOA, Waves mein... Pune also once... lets c... priority wise, Pune&gt;Goa&gt;B'lore cos pune mein there's a wedding i GOTTA attend.. and Goa's my home.. and Bangalore has some of my closest friends! (but bangalore ppl can come to Goa also na, during waves! hence the priorities!) oops.. did i forget Aurangabad?! (my hometown!) heh! hopefully my parents will be here once, plus we'll meet at the Wedding in Pune!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, there's never a moment which dsnt remind me of my friends.. every now and then, some things happen, which i relate so some past events- usually the fun times with friends etc, and i keep missing everyone! why, why do i think so much! :-/   &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-6390551030158758084?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/6390551030158758084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=6390551030158758084' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/6390551030158758084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/6390551030158758084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/01/ps2-and-gen-hyderabad-stuff.html' title='PS2 and Gen Hyderabad stuff..'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653050129342536304.post-3412129248881345014</id><published>2009-01-13T14:47:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:51:35.840+05:30</updated><title type='text'>PS Blues (pun intended!)</title><content type='html'>hmm.. so my first post since coming here..hopefully will be regular now on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things i wanna write about.. but m at a cafe right now.. and v less time.. here's the points..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) my PS2 station, and the work we do (LOLz)&lt;br /&gt;2)the story of my acco&lt;br /&gt;3)The Blues getting beaten by a FAR superior team called Manchester United (i missed the match,JUST saw the highlights..thank Heavens for Youtube!)&lt;br /&gt;4)gen,random topics..(my expertise!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..consider this as the trailer.. movie will be out soon..cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-3412129248881345014?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/3412129248881345014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=3412129248881345014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/3412129248881345014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/3412129248881345014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/01/ps-blues-pun-intended.html' title='PS Blues (pun intended!)'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-4203239980009281278</id><published>2009-01-03T01:35:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:58:08.034+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Off i go!</title><content type='html'>this will most likely be my last post from home.. am leaving for Pune tomo, and for Hyderabad day after.. reaching 8am 5th Jan.. staying at my aunt's for a few days then with friends- PG/Flat whatever seems to be more feasible.. stepping into the unknown- dont know what my work will be, dont know how much i'll get paid! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, was in Pune for 28th-31st Dec.. left (rather hastily!) 31st 5pm, reached Aurangabad (my hometown!) at 11:00pm.. although i missed the Pune gang a LOT.. i actually got to be among a select few, who have had the opportunity to spend the last day of the year with two TOTALLY different groups, in two different cities.. in Pune were my hostel/campus buddies- my family for the past 3 years.. and at home were my family friends- friends who i've known since i was born (what a day it was!), our moms were classmates during college- THAT old friends..plus some frnd's frnds-who i meet only for the new yr's-invisible other times! LOL (no offence meant) so the 6 hrs wasted in the bus on the 31st were TOTALLY worth it! plus, after i got to one of my frnd's place here (11 ppl had gathered there for the night!), we played cards all night, jus like last time-- it was like... "see ya again next year, same time-same place!" except for no Sameer (he is FUN!)...plus an addition..anyways..the night was awesome..sadly 5am onwards all ppl were sleepy..i was, but then i am used to it and sleep deprivation dsnt affect me a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalo..here's to a great time in Hyderabad! will miss all u guys- and i mean every single one of u! (even those who dont happen to be my blog readers!--shya..what a pity! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care..cya around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-4203239980009281278?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/4203239980009281278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=4203239980009281278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/4203239980009281278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/4203239980009281278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/01/off-i-go.html' title='Off i go!'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-786085212955006067</id><published>2009-01-02T17:08:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-02T17:13:59.863+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black holes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stomach capacity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><title type='text'>The Black Hole</title><content type='html'>was supposed to be posted on the 27th Dec, but thanks to my infinitely supportive Tata IndiCom powered (!) net, am doing so 2nd Jan! :D btw during the time i was in pune (about which a blog shortly!) and BTW Happy New Year to all! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, me, Ajinkya and Shreyas went out for dinner..actually everytime all 3 of us are home, AG kaka (ajinkya's dad!) takes us all out, and we eat LOADS of chicken! thats basically the idea, and its been quite a few such outings to date..somehow last night AG kaka was busy (Doctors! and btw, kaka = uncle, marathi mein) so twas jus the 3 of us..ya, so we went, and firstly ordered 3 masala papads and a Chicken Kebab Platter (which was, the waiter told us, enough for 3)..then started the main course.. half BBC (boneless butter chicken!) half chicken maratha and 2 butter rotis each..so this comes and we eat it..now,we all order 4 rotis-2 for them both and 2 for me..after this,they said they'd have rice..during that time, i eat 2 more butter rotis..after they have had half jeera rice, i order 2 more butter rotis..and then half jeera rice for myself..well..all that, and the waiter must be feeling like..."ye kahan se haiwaan aa gaya"! and the cook must think "wonder who's that SOB who's ruining my evening"!&lt;br /&gt;well..so the order goes-&lt;br /&gt;ajinkya-3 butter rotis+half the half jeera rice&lt;br /&gt;shreyas-3 butter rotis+half the half jeera rice&lt;br /&gt;me--8 butter rotis+half jeera rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ common stuff-chicken kebab platter,half BBT,half chicken maratha+masala papads for each..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all in all, i'd eaten more than the two of them combined! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see...THATS the enormity of the bottomless pit called my stomach..and the best part..when i headed towards the wash basin, shreyas started applauding my effort-after all, rarely do ppl get to see a Legendary Performance like last night's! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the after effects--3 visits during the day to "The Sacred Place"! LOL but thankfully no indigestion or anything, my system is used to such intakes! \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last night was SUCH a high, SO full was i that i cldnt even begin to think about typing this out! :D&lt;br /&gt;and sadly,some ppl had to bear the brunt of my high state-i.e. comments on someone's blog--i apologize again..i dont think i'd've done that had it been a normal day! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw..about 20 hrs from now..i'll be in Pune for 3 days! meeting all BITSian friends-ps2 returned and ps2 bound! and also the other junta...yoyoy! so the next post, hopefully when i return, else if something spectacular happens from pune (altho i dont think i'd wanna "waste" time typing when my dearest friends will be there in person!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to many more such (tr-)eating escapades and an awesome Pune trip!&lt;br /&gt;chao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.--see..its been SOME time since i wrote about football...and btw i guess my famous line wud turn out to be "in the zone", jus happened to read thru all my prev posts! (THAT jobless!) but sadly, gone are those days...twont be so frequent now, jus highs like last night..never "in the zone"! :'( life sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-786085212955006067?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/786085212955006067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=786085212955006067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/786085212955006067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/786085212955006067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2009/01/black-hole.html' title='The Black Hole'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-2735317784800199034</id><published>2008-12-26T02:13:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-26T02:29:32.072+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beliefs'/><title type='text'>Good</title><content type='html'>lately.. i'm like, does pure Good exist at all? all stories we hear all childhood "good defeats bad" etc etc, are they really true? in this day? come ON, how many of us REALLY are always "textbook" good? e.g. not lying, not cheating, not Killing, the list goes on.. but the amount of "bad" that everyone has, makes them who they are. even the great men, almost always have unmentionable incidents about them. things they screwed up! yet we worship them all the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, how many of us believe the age old notion - "be good to everyone, and good things will happen to you."?? my belief in the same is getting weaker by the day, even when i DO believe the very thought! God help this world! :-/ esp when we SEE all those fkin evil men n women dictate everything all over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-2735317784800199034?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/2735317784800199034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=2735317784800199034' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/2735317784800199034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/2735317784800199034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2008/12/good.html' title='Good'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-3349663470260488657</id><published>2008-12-24T23:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-24T23:10:57.277+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><title type='text'>Should I/Should I not??</title><content type='html'>Should I/Should I not??&lt;br /&gt;Should I/Should I not??&lt;br /&gt;Should I/Should I not??&lt;br /&gt;Should I/Should I not??&lt;br /&gt;Should I/Should I not??&lt;br /&gt;Should I/Should I not??&lt;br /&gt;Should I/Should I not??&lt;br /&gt;Should I/Should I not??&lt;br /&gt;Should I/Should I not??&lt;br /&gt;Should I/Should I not??&lt;br /&gt;Should I/Should I not??&lt;br /&gt;Should I/Should I not??&lt;br /&gt;Should I/Should I not??&lt;br /&gt;Should I/Should I not??&lt;br /&gt;Should I/Should I not??&lt;br /&gt;Should I/Should I not??&lt;br /&gt;Should I/Should I not??&lt;br /&gt;Should I/Should I not??&lt;br /&gt;Should I/Should I not??&lt;br /&gt;Should I/Should I not??&lt;br /&gt;Should I/Should I not??&lt;br /&gt;Should I/Should I not??&lt;br /&gt;Should I/Should I not??&lt;br /&gt;Should I/Should I not??&lt;br /&gt;Should I/Should I not??&lt;br /&gt;Should I/Should I not??&lt;br /&gt;Should I/Should I not??&lt;br /&gt;Should I/Should I not??&lt;br /&gt;Should I/Should I not??&lt;br /&gt;Should I/Should I not??&lt;br /&gt;Should I/Should I not??&lt;br /&gt;Should I/Should I not??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-3349663470260488657?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/3349663470260488657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=3349663470260488657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/3349663470260488657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/3349663470260488657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2008/12/should-ishould-i-not.html' title='Should I/Should I not??'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-8907009378819731005</id><published>2008-12-23T19:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T19:06:59.521+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arrange marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pune'/><title type='text'>Digest</title><content type='html'>Part I- Arrange Marriage:&lt;br /&gt;Well, another random topic to write about! Of all things, Arrange Marriage is what I came up with, cuz my (elder, ob!) cousin is lookin for a match (or whatever they call it) and its been a few months since the process has been going on.. he lives in Ahmedabad, around 15 hrs from my place (Aurangabad) (incidentally, both are A’bad!) and comes here or to his native Solapur (further 8 or so hrs from here!) or Pune. His parents have to network all over the place to find a suitable match, and then they exchange the “kundalis” and if a match, then they proceed where my family (uncle, aunt, bro himself, granny, mum-dad if and when possible) visits the hopefully-bride-to-be’s place and hold talks, like in the movies.. now in this time and age, how difficult it must be, first of all to FIND a match after the kundali matching and all, then actually getting leaves from work for all concerned, not to mention the travelling! :O all said and done, it may turn out to be fruitless, for which there may be various reasons, and thinking about “why” a particular match didn’t turn out to be THE one-finding the reasons is another interesting story!&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the very concept of Arrange Marriage seems obsolete to me, especially in such modern times. WHO has the time to go through the aforementioned procedure, and then when successful in finding (and marrying!) someone almost completely unknown, try and adjust living lives together! I reckon most of the couples must be finding it hard to adjust for the first few months at least, getting to know each others’ habits and all (even if mentioned earlier, LIVING together is an altogether different challenge!) plus the work! Phew..&lt;br /&gt;Btw, no worries..my mom has “told” me (and I agreed too!) that I shouldn’t be making them do these things in a few yrs’ time, that I’d play matchmaker myself and find a “suitable” “Bahu” for them! Well, I certainly hope (and pray!) that I do succeed, and now I know the consequences of failure (arrange marriage!)..plus, in say 28 yrs of my life (I am 21 now) there’s a GOOD chance that I might come across someone, who’ll hopefully turn out to be “THE one”! ;P  so ya, I’m happy that time’s on my side right now :D&lt;br /&gt;WHAT has gotten into me tonight! (hoping to get some cheesy comments, esp from my guy-friends! E.g. kya despo ho gaya sala etc etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part II- Pune trip(!):&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 21st I was in Pune to give the SNAP (Symbiosis ka MBA entrance exam), dunno why I did, cuz I hadn’t (/haven’t) prepared a BIT for entrance exams for this Season, maybe next Season is gonna be mine! Someone told me thode exams dede, next year faayda hoga (LOL!), so SNAP and XAT ke forms bhar diye maine! :P haan, so the exam was okayish, and anyways I’m not expecting great things this time!&lt;br /&gt;After the exam, me, Punky and Gargi had dinner together, which turned out to be one of my more happy moments lately! With all the daadi beemar situation, plus the sorrow of leaving campus, I’ve been a bit un-KK-ish these past 5-6 days..so when I was with punky n gargi, twas SO awesome omg! Cant express in words.. although a few friends were missed, for me, meeting them both was like winning the US of A Presidency! SOOOOOO transformed is my mood since, that even today (Monday) I was the usual KK we all know-cheerful, joking, laughing out loud (LOL-ing!) etc etc and yeah, also Blogging! ;) although this post was supposed to be posted last night, but I was in the bus travelling! :’( (and guess what, I DIDN’T have non-veg dishes for dinner, but still, that Bus walla driver managed to “give” me an indigestion!)&lt;br /&gt;Now I’ll be in Pune again, inside a week! Wow, lookin forward to that trip- will get to meet SO many friends! Esp Amit-who I haven’t met for the past 5-6 months! :O and there’s a few others who I’ve met but haven’t “talked” talked ;) for a long time..and anyhow, I always have MANY things to talk about-including my things this time ;) ;)&lt;br /&gt;PRAYING all Mumbai friends can make it to Pune, my Dad has still not agreed to my Pune trip, so Mumbai trip NO CHANCE! (he will eventually agree to the pune trip I’m hoping! But Mumbai is OUT of the equation straight away---SO SO SO sorry mumbaikars (and thanekars :P) !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part III- Relationships:&lt;br /&gt;This is NOT about couples relationships, as u all might be tempted to think! (come ON guys, THAT despo I seem kya?!)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..lately, I’m seeing the world with different eyes (No, no eye transplant here, sorry!), like a grown up (!)..at least sometimes, when I need to, in not-so-funny situations..what got me writing about it is, no matter HOW well u think u know someone, HOW close u think u r to someone, HOW good ur relationship has been- maybe friendship, brother sister etc etc..the ONLY time u show ur true colors is when crisis strikes! I hope and pray no one experiences this, but yeah as far as I think this is true, and I hope that some of u at least agree with me.. say for e.g. Pakistan..all this while the Bureaucrats have been saying good things, but when Mumbai 26/11 happened, NOW we get to see that this new govt is NO better than all the previous ones, if not worse! The same applies to human relationships..try and associate this to any known crisis u’ve been thru/heard of-be it a family tragedy (in my case, illness) or anything..u always notice that there’s 1000 times more ppl around u when there’s a good thing happening, wonder where they all disappear later when their presence is truly required! And I’m kinda hoping that I do manage to find good relations everywhere (friends, bro-sis,uncles-aunts etc etc!)-ppl who’d stay with me thru thick and thin come what may! And I WILL be there for most of u should need be I assure u that :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note..Chao!&lt;br /&gt;Nice blogging this long after so long! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-8907009378819731005?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/8907009378819731005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=8907009378819731005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8907009378819731005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8907009378819731005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2008/12/digest.html' title='Digest'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-5334100285196013640</id><published>2008-12-19T22:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:18:55.671+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Home sweet(?!) Home :)</title><content type='html'>its been 60 hrs since i got home (actually 15 mins less!) but yeah, i still havent gotten over the fact that its NEVER gonna be the same again, no hostel-no friends-no coffees-no walks-no over-sleeping,nothing. but life goes on, yeah, thats what they all tell me, but its easier said than done. and here back home, my daadi is ill, admitted to a hospital (NO,not my parents' hospital!) so my uncle-aunt and another uncle and aunt and cousin(s) are here..pretty much tensed it was, now okay-granny and the atmosphere here-both. and this time no Mood Indigo for me!! first of all they keep the Main Event on the First Day, which i SURELY cant attend, that leaves me no motivation to go all the way there just for Sonu Nigam or Indian Ocean..waste of time and money, although i still rue the fact that i wont be able to meet my friends there :'( and yeah, there still is Pune where we all can met up so yoyoyoyo :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never been in a gloomy mood for as long as i can remember..hope it all gets better soon and i am back to my cheerful best! ;) and there's still Hyderabad to think about-where will i live, with whom, where will i eat etc etc.. (hell, i STILL dont know much much they're gonna pay me!) heheh lets c..chalo goin for dinner...keep in touch people!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-5334100285196013640?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/5334100285196013640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=5334100285196013640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/5334100285196013640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/5334100285196013640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet(?!) Home :)'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-4030107256621974389</id><published>2008-12-16T07:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-16T07:07:27.754+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The D Day</title><content type='html'>today's the day i leave BITS Pilani Goa Campus, to be specific AH4-336 forever.. but strangely there's not much bad feelings brewing up inside me. i thought for a while, and realised that i have NO attachment whatsoever to this PLACE as such... and now that almost all my friends have left, there's NOTHING that appeals me to stay here.. so i guess all the friends leaving earlier, although sad moments then, actually helped me cope better with leaving my "home".. sent home some stuff yesterday - GATI courier services.. now packing up for one last time, which is proving to be quite a task! ;) lets hope i dont fall short of bags... chalo, next post WILL be from Aurangabad \m/ cant wait to leave this haunted and deserted and filled-with-memories place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-4030107256621974389?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/4030107256621974389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=4030107256621974389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/4030107256621974389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/4030107256621974389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2008/12/d-day.html' title='The D Day'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-4340902987554374303</id><published>2008-12-15T05:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-15T05:37:01.523+05:30</updated><title type='text'>:-)</title><content type='html'>for once, i'll actually name a few ppl from campus who i will truly miss:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;punky (aniket)       [all those talks in ur room, the coffees/teas at nescafe, the badminton, etc etc!)&lt;br /&gt;zavshi (sachin)      [my partner in every vellagiri i can imagine..IC mein parantha,juice,zebra pastry :-~~ )&lt;br /&gt;taklya (tejas)       [the squeaky voice, and the almost bald head-no offence man!)&lt;br /&gt;samya (sameer a.k.a. sunil karambale :P )    [my buddy since 1st Sem...!the one liners!]&lt;br /&gt;tai (gargi)                &lt;br /&gt;nalini (nallu non) rotfl&lt;br /&gt;-umm?- (ramya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--thts t famous G'n'R trio i always talk about :P    [all the outings,the talks,the walks,the jogs(in nalini's case),the breakfasts,the lunches,the snacks-es(!),the dinners]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madhav+nandu+pralav+popat (that is, madhav,abhinand,pralav,prashant!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madhura        [Why sso seriousss, Son?!]&lt;br /&gt;saniya         [the poking!]&lt;br /&gt;              -collectively, the Saniya-Madhura show!!! \m/&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;abha           [the Dombivli marriage! LMAO and the money which saved our lives in our last days in Goa!]&lt;br /&gt;               --thats the junior (3rd yr) trio, the sweet junior gals i write about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adithya rao and sohini manna--2 of my most fav ppl on campus! :-)       [the Fights!and the "abbey" and the "hehehhehheeeehheheee"]&lt;br /&gt;JD (jaydeep) PD (pooja) Chachi (nikita) --- the 2nd yrites.. [SO much phhuunnn over coffee after dinner!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course..the ones who did PS2 1st Sem:-&lt;br /&gt;Amit                    [the best!]&lt;br /&gt;Amogh                   [budbud ;) and all priti dinners Coupling ke sath!] &lt;br /&gt;Shabya (Rohan)          [my carrom buddy!] &lt;br /&gt;Dyno (dnyanesh)         [badminton God,gaming God!] &lt;br /&gt;gotha (neeraj)          [Football,shiii,philosophy when u-know-what :P]&lt;br /&gt;wagya (sagar)           [my neighbor for 3.5 yrs!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few more...Sowmya,gagan,vandith,bandya,gadgil,chafya,pj,mango,ganya,bapu,bodas,all DC mates most of whose real names i dont even know,......... (plz dont make me enlist all...thats too much of an ask!) if u feel i've left u out and u deserve to be here...plz mention so in the comments..i'll add :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's wishing u all,only the very best, and nothing less.. thanks for all the memories..wish i could find u all some nice nice gifts (:D) but i suck at finding gifts, and i have my words instead... ;) hope to remain in touch with u all...take care..love u lots..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-4340902987554374303?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/4340902987554374303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=4340902987554374303' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/4340902987554374303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/4340902987554374303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=':-)'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-12829670404547106</id><published>2008-12-13T04:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-15T04:40:55.036+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Late ho gaya :P</title><content type='html'>hv been planning to post for 2 days now..no time, with all friends leaving and stuff..more abt it later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that i wanted to post on 12th morning--i dozed off for abt 10 mins i think, and saw Boston Legal in my dream...all its characters, who're lawyers, were speaking dialogues of the Prison Break characters, in the lawyers' manner...twas fun! hilarious actually! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we went to see off sum of my frnds at madgaon rly station..Crazy it was..more abt it later (if at all..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on the 13th went to panjim and later vasco..to see of a frnd and hv dinner..so sad it is to go to a rly station :( that i decided not to go for anyone later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today,14th Dec..saw off 3 of my bestest frnds..and the sweet junior gals (abt whom i'd mentioned earlier!)...the single saddest day of my BITS life yet.the hostel seems haunted, the campus seems haunted..no lights,no people around..i mean..no one is SO used to being without ppl around..close frnds at that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i've bought a 500GB external HDD, so filling it with stuff has taken my mind off all the sad thoughts..there's a LOT of packing to be done..3.5 yrs worth of stuff to be packed and sent home in jus over a day..pretty difficult,isnt it!yup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for the past few days..everytime i go anywhere...memories resurface..now that almost all my friends have gone home..dont feel like staying in Goa for a single minute..hope this day goes by like a hurricane.. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping that the next post will be whn i reach home... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw..not sure if i've mentioned.. PS2 @ Tata Teleservices, Hyderabad..could've been a LOT worst..but Pune or Bangalore wud hv been awe-fkin-some! nevertheless..m happy with what i got..at least a metro and overnight to bangalore :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-12829670404547106?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/12829670404547106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=12829670404547106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/12829670404547106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/12829670404547106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2008/12/late-ho-gaya-p.html' title='Late ho gaya :P'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-284831205104365099</id><published>2008-12-11T06:44:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:06:37.245+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conspiracy theory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unequality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PS2'/><title type='text'>PS2</title><content type='html'>for the non-BITSians' benefit..PS2 stands for Practice School-2 where we do internships at various companies all over the country for a full Semester, as part of our course here at BITS. all the waiting is now over (for almost half the junta here) and i will soon get my ps-2 station.. its been a weird day(night,actually...2am onwards i guess ppl started getting results).. some of my closest frnds got excellent stations..but they're bangalore, hyderabad, pune, pune. gone r all those dreams that we harbored--ps-2 saath me karenge n whatnot..and especially EnI (well..cant explain everything to the non-BITSians..if any doubt, comment par pooch lena!) and Chemical and InfoSys guys were screwed i reckon,thats the general feeling here..maybe it applies to just the Goa campus-we have been known to be treated as unequals-pilani and goa campuses..plus the superiority attached to EEE and CS has not gone well with the guys..especially the toppers..lets see...what made me write this is, the famous trio of our campus got different cities..even i feel bad,dunno what they might be going thru..dont get me wrong, the individual stations they've gotten are Awesome, but just the fact that they're not even in the same state,and there's nothing anyone can do about it, which is sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now actually my result is not out yet, m hoping for the best, at the same time, prepared for the worst.. (and now i dunno if i want pune or bangalore-like i hv a choice!-hope i get between these..hope all my prayers pay off!) and the separation of the trio has made me kinda strong.bring it on, whatever i get..(praying tho that i get pune/mumbai/bangalore among these with mumbai being my 3rd pref) lets c...if the results come out good, there's a Good chance there will be another post by the end of business (hah!like in movies!) today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw there's still no news as to WHY on earth did they stop sending e-mails to us..i guess half the ppl dont have their results out yet..why doesnt the PSD (the PS Division) send us a .doc or a .xls file wherein there's details provided who's gotten where--for the whole of BITS, pilani and goa combined...now here comes my creativity--i have a conspiracy theory...if they send out all details, like Name etc, CGPA, Station...it will be SO easy to compare and see for ourselves (altho we know!) that campuses and branches ARE being treated unfairly..maybe this is true maybe not...who cares, theory banane mein kya nuksaan hai! anyways..going now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-284831205104365099?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/284831205104365099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=284831205104365099' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/284831205104365099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/284831205104365099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2008/12/ps2.html' title='PS2'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-3910473157207176293</id><published>2008-12-10T14:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:14:36.546+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supernatural'/><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>well..as i was busy performing the most sacred task in a human's life (which is OB shitting/potty etc etc whatever u prefer..), i saw an insect..which was dead..but turned upside down...and as is the case with the toilet, things come to ur mind often, and often they consist of stuff which u normally dont come up with...ya, so i thought...why r insects always turned upside down when dead?? i mean, they dont possibly have the energy left to physically turn their bodies (at least i hv come to the conclusion that they dont, come ON,they're about to Die..!)so i thought..assume they die in the normal way,feet on ground...but what turns them over?surely not the wind..it could easily hv carried the dead insect far away..but it lay inside a stinky toilet..so wind is out of question..so i thought...maybe some "supernatural" power does exist, which flips them over... :O cos as far as my observation goes, ALL dead insects that i've seen are upside down...strange, isnt it?? this is nature.. welcome :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah..bbye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-3910473157207176293?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/3910473157207176293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=3910473157207176293' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/3910473157207176293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/3910473157207176293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2008/12/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-7476379353466977123</id><published>2008-12-10T01:16:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:37:53.832+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the mask'/><title type='text'>The Mask (or the absence of him)</title><content type='html'>today was SO bad..after the highs of the past few days..damn! i hadnt slept for like 32 or so hours, so slept at 12:30 am (last night) (which is VERY early!) but sadly somehow managed to wake up at 5:30am (see..exams over, and NOW finally i learn how to wake up early, with NOTHING to do at all!)...finally..went to breakfast (as i mentioned in my earlier post!)..but twas a strange feeling. didnt feel like being with someone, wanted to be alone (lonely?! LOL) so came back after eating. saw boston legal.was SO damn bored and lonely (yep!) that i fell asleep..woke up at 7pm :D went to play badminton, played BAAAAD and lost..which worsened my mood..then went to have dinner..sat alone, but some sweet junr gals joined..hehe..chatted wit em for a bit, went to collect the BITSAA (BITS Alumni Association) t-shirt but there was a LONG queue so went off..(didnt feel like being around ppl,remember?!) so went and lay down in frontta the lib..alone..zavshea (LMAO!) came asked me whats the matter..didnt feel like bothering him though ;) so told him its okay (and anyways..why make ppl sad!if u cant make ppl happy,at least avoid the sadness..) so he went and i lay for a bit more...finally when there was no noise comin frm there, went took my BITSAA t-shirt..&lt;br /&gt;baad mein..i get a call frm one frnd..askin me to come near her hostel..when i went..i had a chocolate pastry to eat (cho chweeet...!)!!! which made my day (rather night!)...feelin kinda okay now..actually feelin a lot better , which made me write this post..see...such gestures make ppl believe in friendship (hey..m not writing this cos i want all my frnds to gimme pastries-altho that'd be AWE-S-O-M-E!hahah!) and btw...our PS2 results STILL awaited..hope i get some good city..eager to know the results, to know where i'm gonna spend 5 months of my life..hope its with some friends, if not all...sleeping..hopefully jog at 6am tomo (which is in like 3 hrs!) :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.-today was i guess one of those days, i was visibly sad...hope i didnt spread it.. :X hopefully i will learn to mask it better now on... B-)&lt;br /&gt;plus...dunno why...but they had opened all rooms on my floor (those rooms where all my beloved frnds used to live a few months ago, but are now doin their PS2...when i went inside some..it was HORRIBLE...empty rooms...but filled with memories...what an irony!! makes me sad even writing abt this... :'(  missing u guys... :-*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-7476379353466977123?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/7476379353466977123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=7476379353466977123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/7476379353466977123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/7476379353466977123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2008/12/mask-or-absence-of-him.html' title='The Mask (or the absence of him)'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-4637270447168663949</id><published>2008-12-09T06:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:47:10.957+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunger'/><title type='text'>Relief?</title><content type='html'>The last exam in my BPGC life got over yesterday. And i'd assumed that i'd feel a lot more relieved, should i say, but today there's no sign of anything. its like nothing's changed in my life..except the part that there wont be a thought somewhere in the back of my mind (albeit quite deep inside, maybe hidden or lost) that i'd have to study sometime, to skip sleep for i've wasted the day with friends-chatting, or on the DC chats. but NO. nothing. (maybe its cos i havent changed much w.r.t. exams..m the same come exams or no exams) and now in fact, looking back on the past few days, they've been much better..cos now there's no escaping from the sad thoughts of parting ways with hostel mates etc etc..(i understand i've been writing abt friends/goodbyes a LOT lately, but thats eXactly whats eating up much of my time lately.and i bet that'd apply to most who're in my position) and now its like, everytime i hang out with a particular person/group..i think that this might actually be one of the last times we might actually get to go here, visit this place, eat at a particular restaurant etc etc. and suddenly there's a gloomy touch to my life. in a few days, i'd have to pack stuff up (and send home by courier!) and in fact this time next week i'd have bid adieu to my beloved hostel.God knows how the next few days will turn out to be, what with all the sentiments flying around everywhere.everyone i know (mind you, thats a LOT of ppl!) is like, KK when leaving yaar..we'll miss u, and stuff..hope i do get to say my goodbyes to all, and find the right words/actions in that regard. and there will be a LOT of ppl who i'll miss a lil..and a lil bunch of em who i'll miss a LOT. lets c..as far as i'm concerned..this is all i'm gonna be posting about for the next few days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus there's the added pressure (!) of actually getting myself to talk to some ppl..say (and also hear ppl out! :P) things that i've wanted to for a while now. but its not easy.. its not like i "own" em all, unlike my closest friends..and getting hold of ppl for even an hour (as in,we might get to spend 5 hrs as a group but not mano-a-mano) seems difficult what with everyone wanting to utilise their last few days to the best, spending time with the ones who they r close to.. but i think ppl must at least should be willing to giving it a shot-ya i can understand that i'm not best friends with everyone,but dont make me regret the fact that its only now that i've gotten to know a few ppl... :D maybe i'll hv to take resort to e-mails later..chuck.hungry now (7:30am breakfast time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-4637270447168663949?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/4637270447168663949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=4637270447168663949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/4637270447168663949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/4637270447168663949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2008/12/relief.html' title='Relief?'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-7989604739118849491</id><published>2008-12-08T14:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:18:11.423+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>www.ICantThinkOfTitlesAnymore.com</title><content type='html'>just a general post this is..cant think of any fitting title as such..here it goes.. :-B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after seeing one of my closest friends on campus off 5:30pm yesterday (btw..i am quite bad at emoting at the right moment..and later i get too sad and silent, as was the case ystdy..and then straight denial!) Denial rocks babyyy \m/ :P ),  i was to face another battle..(yup, an exam!) it was 9-12 as usual, and what with the goodbyes and all..i cldnt study until 9pm or so..at which point i decided to order from Priti Restaurant (which was another funny story..i ordered a Malai Kofta- dunno y din feel like eating non veg!:O - ya..so i ordered 7 rotis with it, and when i went to collect the order..there were just 5 rotis there..seems he didnt listen properly-or maybe it was just the usual fast and unclear KK :P) and then played Lamb of God (black label, redneck, blackened the cursed sun, omerta, walk with me in hell, remorse is for the dead-in THAT order,to be precise) LOUD...uber LOUD...which finally got me to forget (kindof..not forget exactly tho) the sad incident and at least shift my attention towards other things..after i had dinner..read a bit from the text, then Kislay (a.k.a. maxxx) came up and tought me a LOT which was awesome..that way i got more time to pass on DC :D and a night-out later..i was in the exam hall..and surprisingly sat there and wrote for 2:15 out of the 3 hrs available! :O (which is a record by far i'm sure!) and as always..the paper cld have been better but ya,this time i DID work for it (had to save my arse!) and maxxx helped a LOT :-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then..as is usual with me lately..."in the zone" babbbyyyy! ;) met friends soon after coming out of the exam hall..went lunch (where i dared to take panga with u-(maybe, dont-)knw-who! :O lol) and then punky n i went off to nescafe-library...that was the past 21 hrs as it was..my PS2 results awaited now..dunno what i'll get-it wont be all that great i know, at least hope i get a good place, unlike my PS1 in Bhilai...don wanna waste 5 months at a bad place :-|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and soon..i'll be off to Vasco for dinner wit one o my mates..yoyo m sure we'll have fun! ;) what with him msging half the world from there and laughing the way he does, NO doubt it'll be awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW...kuch log hain, jinho ne socha ki iss Sem koi course nahi lete hain..mast maje karenge jab log padh rahe honge...aise logon ke liye mera ek paigaam hai--"kahan kahan se aa jate hain..." aap se pehle to hum free ho gaye-3 exams!! \m/ (hope this makes up for not laughing at u spontaneously while having lunch... :P) (btw..wasnt that too much of Hindi?! use karna padta hai..delhi ke logon ke liye ;)  lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw punky Don is still finishing his app-ing..hope he does finish it soon so we get to go out and all more freq (not like time's on our side right now..but he has to do it also...i understand completely! and we still manage to hang out a LOT, which is why maybe his apping is getting so delayed...sorry Punky!:-)   )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what else...yaaa...one thing which might surprise you is that i havent even STARTED talkin abt football (which is an irony, cos now i AM football-ing all over again!).. :O Maradona "The God" is in town (i.e.Kolkata ob)...which reminds me..i cant understand WHY all the all-time greats have to ASSERT that "i was the best" etc every now and then...e.g. Pele- "no one has scored 1000+ career goals..but Pele has..so yes, i do believe pele is the best ever" (that was ACTually his statement once!) (and btw now Romario also has 1000+ goals so stfu!) and with maradona...acc to me he was one of the best-right up there with pele, george best, dennis law, bobby charlton, cantona, zidane, ronaldo (not Cristiano!) etc etc..but his off field escapades are a BIG blot..or so they say..WHO cares if he did drugs or fked trans-sexuals or anything..ALL that matters is his achievements when he was THE maradona..who single handedly (actually the hand of God was also involved!) raped England in "that" WC '86 QF match..."the goal of the century" and obv the hand of God goal... :-/ anyways..same applies to a certain Mr.Shane Warne..dont get me started on how i hate "Chuck"aih Muralidaran(whatever the spelling)...well...the whole point of bringing up the "legends" here was...today i feel like one..dunno why..but my mood a while ago was such, that i could have taken on anyone and ripped him/her apart...with comments and all overflowing OMFG who knows what levels i cld've reached...( u c...even the legend KK needs to assert that he's one! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...m in the CC (computer center,duh) now and i hope punky is gettin bugged downstairs...so better go there and check...plus havent slept all night+exam+sagar's SWD work...TOO much to do for a single (pun intended!) man...hope i am not too addicted to blogging... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS-now THIS feels like  "adult content" dsnt it..hence the warning earlier... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-7989604739118849491?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/7989604739118849491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=7989604739118849491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/7989604739118849491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/7989604739118849491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2008/12/wwwicantthinkoftitlesanymorecom.html' title='www.ICantThinkOfTitlesAnymore.com'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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-653050129342536304.post-6309121119539604829</id><published>2008-12-07T01:20:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-07T03:39:02.462+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hostel life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farewells'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>F.R.I.E.N.D.S.</title><content type='html'>lemme start off with the exam that was, Marketing Research. kinda okay, not very bad but could've been better (as is the case with every other test/exam!) came out in like an hour and a half (which is a record by my BPGC standards, since i rarely stay over an hour, if at all) after which we tp-ed as usual near the monginis outlet here. with my closest friends here this Sem. after an hour or so i think, came to my room and DC-ed for a bit...dunno why i was kinda "in the zone" after the paper..not that i phodofied the paper still..so 4-5 hours of talking-talking-talking later..had dinner (and in the meantime, arsenal chelsea and liverpool managed to win their matches wtf!) and came back to room around 11pm..kinda had a feeling that United will play out a dominating, but 0-0 draw against Sunderland tonight, but 90+1' later, Vida \m/ scored a fully deserved winner and thankfully that maintained my cheerful mood deep into the night..well..this might well go on to be a line i most frequently use in the posts...here it is..Enough of Football now :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haan...so after deviating from the Title (which is Friends, for the forgetful!)...lemme begin..these last few days on campus..our ever-so-hated but beloved campus..u c..i dont love the place, i dont looove Goa (it was good for a few months,boring now) but the friends that i made here, and the Hostel...well..there's a lot i can write about a few people, and at least something that i can say of the lot..and like any journey,there's a few regrets..like not talking to some people i'd normally have..maybe cos they werent so extrovert but nonetheless..the past 3.5 years could have been much,MUCH better..not to mention my lack of interest in studying, where it hurts to mention that i havent performed my best, havent tried at all-no question of trying hard, and my academics could have been totally different..but i dont regret not studying..maybe i will later in my life, maybe i wont..but the way i've enjoyed my hostel life...its worth it! also, i didnt take active part in any event organising or any sport for that matter (for much of the time!) but that is a different scenario..still..not many regrets..just memories..and memories...and, u guessed right, memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon, there will be friends leaving. in fact, 12 hrs to one of my closest friends here leaves campus.!! :'( dont know how i'll face it (although we have last Sem, goodbyes to the PS going fellas) but this is different...we are leaving our home forever, barring a flying visit for some work or Waves/Quark etc. we wont be calling BPGC as our home anymore, whatever those Farewell speeches say, we arent welcome here anymore (charging us 150 Rs. for a night's stay is so business-minded!) and with no formal convocation ceremony held in BITS, this might well be the last time in my life that i get to see most of the people around me..and those few who i will be in touch with,it will be very scarce..TOTALLY different from the 5 min SMSes and stuff...i reckon we might not talk for weeks..maybe an occasional SMS or an e-mail, but what we have here is like, friends are parts of our lives...and it'd be a hell lot of adjustment we will have to make,and will be at least a few weeks till we get used to not being around our most loved ones...&lt;br /&gt;BUT, this is life..we lose (maybe wrong word!) a few friends, we find new ones and the cycle goes on...many ppl will go to Obama-nation for M.S. etc, many will join the IIMs and many will work..but one thing is common..we will lose quite a lot of friends...maybe i am being a bit too much pessimistic, but yes, we WILL lose friends..lets hope for the best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish i could find a cute-si poem or song or something,but i have none...just words of Wisdom by KK.. :P hope that suffices...and hope this was an interesting,albeit a lil boring read..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off...truck loads of love to my dear friends..love u all, and u know that i'm just a phonecall away if u need me for ANYthing...all the very best to one and all!&lt;br /&gt;chao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.--there's so much i want to write, so much i want to talk to people, so many ppl i wanna say howdy to, wanna say goodbye to...but as they say...well dunno what they say...but i know that u cant get it all..a thing called "life"..... :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.2 (ROTFLMAO!)- although i was in a cheerful mood..what with the football and friends and blabbering...this post made me sad, for obvious reasons...so maybe its lost a bit of the charm my earlier post(s) had... :P and this reminds me...well...nothing.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-653050129342536304.post-4801418986742865229</id><published>2008-12-02T01:44:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-02T02:02:29.336+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yawn'/><title type='text'>yawn</title><content type='html'>the day i wasted. sleeping. 7am-8pm. hope i don't regret wasting days later in my life, there have been 100s to date, but now is crucial, with the last fortnight of my stay here on campus. btw the day just happened to be World AIDS Day (forgot to mention in the last post!) and also the "smiley moon" day. as soon as i checked my cellphone after waking up, i see 3 SMSes asking me to check the moon out, and 2 asking if i was coming for breakfast and lunch respectively. so i go, brush teeth and freshen up, and call a certain Priti Restaurant, order butter chicken and 8 rotis, and here i am feelin sleepy no more than 5 hrs after waking up from a 13 hr sleep. i mean, doesn't anyone get tired of sleeping? i for one never do. so i watched 2 episodes of F.R.I.E.N.D.S and still cant stay awake. hopefully i'll wake up on time for a jog in the morning (which i've missed for the past few days, due to illness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, btw today also happens to be the day, 2am French time (i guess) they'll announce the European Footballer of the Year. and thats about it. not much to talk about, with the stomach so full i almost have a pot belly :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-4801418986742865229?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653050129342536304.post-4873109811269919489</id><published>2008-12-01T05:53:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-01T06:32:13.457+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><title type='text'>Determination</title><content type='html'>well.. ya, i get it.. what a topic to spend time on, on a monday morning (well, 6am!) that too without much sleep during the night. but what got me to this topic was, secondly (who says first comes before second!) the sheer time that it took me to load this very page.. u c, when u've experienced the net facility at BITS Pilani Goa Campus (henceforth referred to as BPGC, if at all), u kinda expect the net to be very very slow.. but it took me TWENTY ONE minutes mind u, no less, to load this page and the longer it took the more determined i became to write my first real blogpost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya and firstly, determination--exactly what Arsenal FC had (and luck, linesman rocked!) when they went over to the Bridge and beat Chelsea FC after going a goal down, and maybe a team down given the fact that the dressing room was in disarray following the happenings of the past week or so. but the game in itself was fantastic and Arsenal were every penny worth the victory and whatever Scolari (Chelsea's manager) says about the 'offside' goal, his team did nothing to deserve anything from the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and zeroethly (is that even allowed?!) (remember, zeroeth law of thermodynamics :P ), the Manchester United FC win at Manchester City FC. although it may not be a very close contest, but MUFC were deserved winners in the end, just sad to see Rooney's attempt from half line saved! Robinho who? and for that matter, Ronaldo who?! (he may well go on to be the World and European Footballer of the Year, but who cares! loyalty absence = shite player for me.. Sir Alex, why didnt u sell him to Madrid for those 100m pounds, we could have bought a few GOOD players! and he'll go there anyways, aaj nahi to kal..) it was Carrick who played awesome, the un-sung hero.. speaking of unsung, Ji Sung Park also plays well in big matches (are you listening, Ronaldo?!) and he proved that again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of football (if i start, i'd go on and on and on... well, that applies to everything, but more so to football!) ya..so, the day started like any normal lazy sunday, except that i had an exam 9-12am, and i told mom to wake me at 7:45am but i slept on till like 8:23am so had to skip breakfast to reach the exam hall. and the exam was well, to say the least, LOL. that got me started, and i was in "the Zone" all day since.. cracking awful PJs (yup, i take immense pride!) and blabbering like a fkin moron (do i ever stop?).. thus came the "belief" that MUFC and Arsenal FC would go on to win, that Reds will rule Blues at least for the day, which made my day even more awesome than it was actually turning out to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just realised, i've been on an antithesis here, going in reverse order, like in the film Memento. to those who doubt, NO, i do not suffer short term memory loss. so let me tell you the thirdly (although it bears no relation to the "determination" this post is about!)... watched True Blood episodes (5 of them, each about an hour long!), 3 of which were after midnight. its a TV series about Vampires, and some scenes are SERIOUSLY graphic, and to many, gross. but i liked it, the very concept that there may exist vampires or animagi (ppl who can turn to animals!) or anything that we've read in Sci Fi books, is quite enthralling. i mean, isn't everyone interested? in the spooky stuff? anyways, after 3 hours of Vampire shit, i go out, about 4am, to get some water. as it is my floor has so less inhabitants, plus exam time, so i guess ALL guys in my hostel were asleep except yours truly. i go out, ALL lights inside the hostel off except mine, and strangely i don't feel scared at all.. i mean, yeah i did think about vampires, that how exciting it would be if one were to attack me right then, but it didnt scare me.. and mind you its not because i don't believe in their existence (i'm still undecided :P ).. and now i'm at a point, where i have no fkin clue where this post is heading towards, so i shall take off here.. (sorry to be so abrupt! hope it dsnt feel like a film without a climax! :O for those who have come this far at least)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-4873109811269919489?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/4873109811269919489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=4873109811269919489' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/4873109811269919489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/4873109811269919489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2008/12/determination.html' title='Determination'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653050129342536304.post-8461785363241209286</id><published>2008-11-21T02:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-21T02:13:00.405+05:30</updated><title type='text'>never too late..</title><content type='html'>well.. to have been a blogger since Feb 2007 i think, and not much activity.. well, reading friends' blogs lately has motivated me enough (i hope!) to keep blogging more frequently... so here's to a new beginning (beginnings are always new, LOL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653050129342536304-8461785363241209286?l=kaustubhkul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/feeds/8461785363241209286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653050129342536304&amp;postID=8461785363241209286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8461785363241209286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653050129342536304/posts/default/8461785363241209286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaustubhkul.blogspot.com/2008/11/never-too-late.html' title='never too late..'/><author><name>KK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08397526909856540730</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></feed>
