<?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-24758331</id><updated>2011-11-28T05:27:31.000+05:30</updated><category term='TATA'/><category term='Islam'/><category term='LIVEMINT'/><category term='eternal sleep'/><category term='peace'/><category term='Khuda Kay Liye'/><category term='Mongrel'/><category term='navin gulia'/><category term='hatred'/><category term='Music'/><category term='survival of the fittest'/><category term='minigun'/><category term='RUBIECA'/><category term='FORD'/><category term='Bazaar'/><category term='SAMUEL BECKETT'/><category term='accident'/><category term='slumdog millionaire'/><category term='JAGUAR'/><category term='Irfan Ali'/><category term='art of war'/><category term='barrett M82'/><category term='Mrs.Fatima Irfan Ali'/><category term='chowpati'/><category term='society'/><category term='.50cal'/><category term='Waiting for godot.faces from ancient gallery'/><category term='defile'/><category term='LAND ROVER'/><category term='Paar'/><category term='Racism'/><category term='social responsibility.'/><category term='mt. abu.'/><category term='Waiting for godot.'/><category term='mubarak taj'/><title type='text'>ALIen's Insanity</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-518672618235655071</id><published>2009-07-02T01:37:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-08T12:32:49.827+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Caine Mutiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chelsearialtostudios.com/maxsteinerpages/caine_mutiny_1sh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 422px; height: 660px;" src="http://chelsearialtostudios.com/maxsteinerpages/caine_mutiny_1sh.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;The Caine Mutiny is based on the Pulitzer Prize winning novel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;The Caine Mutiny Court Martial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;by Herman Wouk. I can't criticize the differences between book and film because the screenplay was also by Herman Wouk, with the assistance of Stanley Roberts and additional dialogue by Michael Blankfort. The film was directed by Edward Dmytryk and was arguably His finest product.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Everyone, even the kids (over 18) today, knows Humphrey Bogart, but few know Director Edward Dmytryk. Although a competent and prolific director (54 movies from 1935 to 1979), there are relatively few movie fans who can name more than one or two of his movies -- if that many. Dmytryk was better known for his resisting the HUAC (House Unamerican Activities Committee) hearings of the fifties. His refusal to answer questions and name other &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:place&gt; figures suspected of being Communists earned him a place on the Blacklist and 6 months in jail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;One of his losers was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Bluebeard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;with Richard Burton - a good example of forgettability. His winners (though not usual Oscar status) are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Anzio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Alvarez Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;The Carpetbaggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;;&lt;b&gt;Walk On The Wild Side&lt;/b&gt;, an underappreciated black and white film with Laurence Harvey;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;The Young Lions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;with a blonde Marlon Brando;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Raintree County&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;with Elizabeth Taylor;&lt;b&gt;The Mountain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;with Spencer Tracy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;The Juggler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;with Kirk Douglas, and many more. Most of his movies were in black and white because he felt the medium possessed greater impact by forcing attention to the content. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;A quick summary of the plot is easy. Humphrey Bogart is an easily unlikable Navy officer who shows many signs of mental peculiarities. One of his favorite habits (later mimicked by millions of men as a joke) was to rotate two large steel ballbearings in his hand when under stress -- which was most of the time. Taking command of the old minesweeper (he wanted a more glamorous assignment) he resented everyone on board. With nothing better to do, he took it out on everyone, arbitrarily curtailing shore liberty, on board movies, and other privileges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Lt. Keefer, a novelist in civilian life, keeps nagging the rest of the staff officers about Queeg's idiosyncrasies, suggesting more and more heavily that the man is insane and unfit to command. The climax of the convoluted struggle between Queeg, Keefer, and the other staff officers -- particularly Lt. Maryk comes during a typhoon in which Queeg freezes and nearly capsizes the ship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;The Caine Mutiny was a well thought-out movie, with planning and preparations (including getting the cooperation of the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;U.S.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; Navy) occupied a full 15 months. It shows. Although Richard Widmark was originally chosen to play the lead, Producer Stanley Kramer (with the encouragement of Director Dmytryk) wanted Bogart. I, personally, think this was a good choice and can't imagine any other actor as Queeg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Thanks to "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://workingclassjeffersonaeroplane.blogspot.com"&gt;SHEST PAIN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;" for introducing me to "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tangled-up-in-view.blogspot.com"&gt;OSHO BABA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;" &amp;amp; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fdiminished.blogspot.com"&gt;MUZZY GUZZY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;", who introduced me to such movies and a whole new world that was new and so interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:17px;"&gt;Cheers!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;color:black;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-518672618235655071?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/518672618235655071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=518672618235655071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/518672618235655071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/518672618235655071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2009/07/caine-mutiny.html' title='The Caine Mutiny'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-5249570218811937924</id><published>2009-02-27T17:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:45:40.149+05:30</updated><title type='text'>@Mt. Abu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SafZa7GRiSI/AAAAAAAABGU/ut4_LjpHEm0/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SafZa7GRiSI/AAAAAAAABGU/ut4_LjpHEm0/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mubarak Taj @ Mt. Abu, 1986&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-5249570218811937924?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/5249570218811937924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=5249570218811937924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/5249570218811937924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/5249570218811937924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2009/02/mt-abu.html' title='@Mt. Abu'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SafZa7GRiSI/AAAAAAAABGU/ut4_LjpHEm0/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-2917859143489026285</id><published>2009-02-27T17:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:43:50.568+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chowpati'/><title type='text'>memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SafYsjFS88I/AAAAAAAABGM/aylhWvF4FJw/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SafYsjFS88I/AAAAAAAABGM/aylhWvF4FJw/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@chowpati, mumbai 1974&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-2917859143489026285?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/2917859143489026285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=2917859143489026285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/2917859143489026285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/2917859143489026285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2009/02/memories.html' title='memories'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SafYsjFS88I/AAAAAAAABGM/aylhWvF4FJw/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-1749359241700098390</id><published>2009-02-27T17:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:39:40.211+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irfan Ali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mubarak taj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mt. abu.'/><title type='text'>old memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SafXaEJzMVI/AAAAAAAABGE/JlnrQQsKY7I/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SafXaEJzMVI/AAAAAAAABGE/JlnrQQsKY7I/s320/friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me in white with mubarak taj on my left and abid chacha on my right papa clicked in Mt. Abu 1986.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-1749359241700098390?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/1749359241700098390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=1749359241700098390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/1749359241700098390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/1749359241700098390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2009/02/old-memories.html' title='old memories'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SafXaEJzMVI/AAAAAAAABGE/JlnrQQsKY7I/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-7914802742718366435</id><published>2009-02-26T10:54:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:07:05.269+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='navin gulia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social responsibility.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slumdog millionaire'/><title type='text'>begging children- we as a society are responsible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Following is a mail received from naveen gulia, of www.adaa.in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.adaa.in/adaa.gif" width="38" height="26" /&gt;ADAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Apni Duniya Apna Ashiana (Our World Our Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; is an effort aimed at helping, assisting and guiding the lives of street children, orphans, physically handicapped children and destitute children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We as society are Responsible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number of half naked, under fed, mud covered children begging on the&lt;br /&gt;streets is increasing day by day. We as a society are responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Danny Boyle has made a film showing some one pouring hot oil into a&lt;br /&gt;childs eyes. We love the story, we have some one to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will tell us that the real villains are us. The only reason children&lt;br /&gt;are used for begging is that they can collect anything from 150Rs to 400rs&lt;br /&gt;a day in coins. The coins we give to these children to make ourselves feel&lt;br /&gt;great and charitable. Those coins are the reason these children are being&lt;br /&gt;made to beg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to help these children give them a food packet, a biscuit&lt;br /&gt;packet, a fruit. But for these children’s sake ‘no coins’. Till the time&lt;br /&gt;these children can successfully collect coins for the elders who send&lt;br /&gt;them, more and more of them will be sent to beg in bad conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, slumdog got oscars, people enjoyed when a kid jumps in shit, or when&lt;br /&gt;a childs eyes are gouged out or when the policeman uses dirty abuses or&lt;br /&gt;when slumdog wins a million and well yes, people enjoyed music too. But&lt;br /&gt;when the child is telling other begging children “a small baby with you&lt;br /&gt;means triple money , a blind boy means double money”  how many realised&lt;br /&gt;‘money’ is the reason these children are being exploited. We give money,&lt;br /&gt;we are responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us do a social experiment. Let us all give coins to every begging&lt;br /&gt;child everyday and let us see the result in 10 days time (we will possibly&lt;br /&gt;have ten times the number of children begging). When will we learn???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this doesn’t appear as spicy and interesting a story. To make it&lt;br /&gt;interesting, I will need Rahman’s music, I will need a child jumping in&lt;br /&gt;shit, a childs eyes being burnt, police torturing an innocent and poor boy&lt;br /&gt;and using choicest abuses, a tv showhost mocking a boy because he is a&lt;br /&gt;chaaywala, amusing incidents ---- but where is the story of the beggar&lt;br /&gt;child who is still having to beg because of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-7914802742718366435?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/7914802742718366435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=7914802742718366435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/7914802742718366435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/7914802742718366435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2009/02/begging-children-we-as-society-are.html' title='begging children- we as a society are responsible'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-504427413507096492</id><published>2008-12-06T14:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-06T15:27:00.707+05:30</updated><title type='text'>6th Dec. "CHALO AYODHYA"</title><content type='html'>This is a day when we, are calling people from around the city to participate in a Peace Rally, against Terrorism not because of mumbai blast but against terrorism. My small mind is still thinking why the Home Minister and Chief Ministers of Rajasthan (During Jaipur Blast), Delhi (Blast at Connaught Place), and other major blast including Gujrat and other didn't left their positions and as Patil Govt. has seen major Blasts across the country and only Mumbai Attack is on top of it and now govt. is asking justifications and terrorists and other things from our Neighbours, which they denied...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it because in Mumbai we have lost all rich and the properties damaged were owned by again two multi rich families and the people died were foreigners also, as if they were only Indians it would not have had the impact it had now, and we could have let go as we did the other blasts...Poor ministers who are leaving their positions because of two rich families who had a little destruction in their properties and a few firangs who died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This bloody politics is killing for no reason. Before this blood shed in Mumbai everybody was busy taking about "SAADHVI", VIDHAN SABHA CHUNAV, PUROHIT and suddenly we have forgotten all and we are marching against Pakistani Terrorists wherein Terrorists within the country are Freebird???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too fuckinn overloaded with thoughts fighting in my brain and feels as if it will expold but no one will be affected...burden of knowing and pain of not knowing......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-504427413507096492?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/504427413507096492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=504427413507096492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/504427413507096492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/504427413507096492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2008/12/6th-dec-chalo-ayodhya.html' title='6th Dec. &quot;CHALO AYODHYA&quot;'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-1011872776018658149</id><published>2008-11-03T14:55:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:07:56.189+05:30</updated><title type='text'>JAI MAHARASHTRAAAA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We all should support Raj Thackeray and take his initiative ahead by doing more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We should teach our kids that if he is second in class, don't study harder.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;beat up the student coming first and throw him out of the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Parliament should have only Delhiites as it is located in Delhi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Prime-minister, president and all other leaders should only be from Delhi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No Hindi movie should be made in Bombay. Only Marathi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At every state border, buses, trains, flights should be stopped and staff changed to local men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All Maharashtrians working abroad or in other states should be sent back as they are SNATCHING employment from Locals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lord Shiv, Ganesha and Parvati should not be worshiped in our state as they belong to north (Himalayas).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Visits to Taj Mahal should be restricted to people from UP only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Relief for farmers in Maharashtra should not come from centre because that is the money collected as Tax from whole of India, so why should it be given to someone in Maharashtra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let's support Kashmiri Militants because they are right in killing and injuring innocent people for the benefit of their state and community..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let's throw all MNCs out of Maharashtra, why should they earn from us? We will open our own Maharashtra Microsoft, MH Pepsi and MH Marutis of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let's stop using cellphones, emails, TV, foreign Movies and dramas. James Bond should speak Marathi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We should be ready to die hungry or buy food at 10 times higher price but should not accept imports from other states.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We should not allow any industry to be setup in Maharashtra because all machinery comes from outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We should STOP using local trains... Trains are not manufactured by Marathi manoos and Railway Minister is a Bihari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ensure that all our children are born, grow, live and die without ever stepping out of Maharashtra, then they will become true Marathi's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Cheers!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-1011872776018658149?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-2128765940270917279</id><published>2008-10-02T15:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:45:46.346+05:30</updated><title type='text'>EID MUBARAK !!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-2128765940270917279?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/2128765940270917279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=2128765940270917279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='RUBIECA'/><title type='text'>21st May 2006</title><content type='html'>Sitting here and looking back in last two years of my new birth today 22 may 2006 was the day when we lost the shinning scarlet rather I killed her, but a lot has happened in these two years and I am still confused as to celebrate the living or not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I recalled the event and I saw a lot of thing in front of me, I was begging for water which no one gave me, every time I opened my eye I was at a new place and I saw faces which were very known professionally, personally, and all other ally who were disturbed and running here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eye on 22nd saw papa standing in front which was a surprise and than I realized something big has taken place and I tried knowing about where is she and everybody said their parents took her back home which everybody thought I accepted but at the back of my mind there was someone telling we have lost her, we have lost her but I convinced myself that she is well and everything is fine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I felt her near me and every moment we spent together and her words and her smile, I saw her dressed in my Kurta Pajamas, smiling strumming “Last Kiss”,&lt;br /&gt;I recall a few words of her which she wrote last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saying Goodbye &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lessons Learnt This Week&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Laughter: Dies... Cry a bit and stand up again...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fate: The most damning F-word...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Destiny: An answer to all questions... (for losers...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feelings: Baggage that&lt;br /&gt;makes life more difficult...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trust: Is a Knife one thrusts in one' s own back...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hurt: The recurring pain arising out of the continuous presence of that&lt;br /&gt;Knife...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love and Pain: The biggest Truth that always comes in a pair... Take one get&lt;br /&gt;one free...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loss: Reality check...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life: The collection of memories that one holds which give Pain and relief in&lt;br /&gt;turns.... And one keeps making those memories every Fuckin second...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What goes up comes down... And the fall can be Disastrous....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; One keeps repeating the same mistakes... Thus the disillusionment...&lt;br /&gt;Thus the sorrow...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yet one lives... Tries to live... Meeting people and sharing... Laughing...&lt;br /&gt;Surrendering control to Fate and Destiny... Feeling happy and feeling low...&lt;br /&gt;Trusting and getting hurt... Loving and enduring Pain... Losing... Making&lt;br /&gt;fuckin&lt;br /&gt;memories... And enduring them when one says goodbye...Guess thats&lt;br /&gt;life... and it&lt;br /&gt;goes own...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Excuse my Cynicism... One has sorrows and real life to deal&lt;br /&gt;with...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I always wanted to speak to her family which till today I have not done as I don’t have the courage to face them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-2569749695411017267?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/2569749695411017267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=2569749695411017267' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/2569749695411017267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/2569749695411017267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2008/05/21st-may-2006.html' title='21st May 2006'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-698801296452717802</id><published>2008-03-28T12:53:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-01T11:28:27.043+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SAMUEL BECKETT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waiting for godot.faces from ancient gallery'/><title type='text'>Waiting for Godot</title><content type='html'>Get up every morning switch on teh computer and play some music which only you like in teh family is a problem... go have your breakfast with newspaper nobody wants to talk to you thinking you are a irresponsible and good for nothing, you are a parasite (money sucking for whatever). get ready for teh office and march towards office, where also nobody wants you and being the senior most with all responsibility and no authority makes you feel helpless...try killing time talking to people on phone, which is hardly answered because its your number, try to have a feel of others life via blog and Internet and surrounding which makes you feel again miserable as nobody seems to be happy everybody is wearing  faces from an ancient gallery which makes them portray as they are the best wherein they are much more miserable ... office is over go to some usual places for a gossip session where again everybody wearing faces of ancient gallery with modern make-up.... go home where nobody wants you and your being there is not a pleasure to them as they want someone with the ancient face speaking what they like to hear no matter it is true or false and when you say something which they don't want, they will vomit on you with their ancient words and will not take Ur explanation which can prove their words wrong........ watch a movie try to entertain yourself with the burden on your mind and sometimes the feel of the movie make you feel more miserable or over exited when you try to take the feel of it...yesterday nights delight was WAITING FOR GODOT by SAMUEL BECKETT... &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waiting_for_Godot"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waiting_for_Godot&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the existence is and this is what you don't want but you have no option because of teh way you look at life and living for today without thinking about tomorrow and leaving yesterday behind and the search and desire to know everything is pain .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while writing this, one of teh post by Mr. Bojangles is ruining in my head(&lt;a href="http://fdiminished.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-theatre-of-absurd.html"&gt;http://fdiminished.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-theatre-of-absurd.html&lt;/a&gt;) here are few words from the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"So maybe I should rest: good things may happen from toil but truly wondrous&lt;br /&gt;things happen only by chance. Aha, yet one must not sacrifice skill waiting for&lt;br /&gt;that magical tingle as one could be left with neither."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-698801296452717802?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/698801296452717802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=698801296452717802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/698801296452717802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/698801296452717802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2008/03/waiting-for-godot.html' title='Waiting for Godot'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-6525228059271868550</id><published>2008-03-15T11:04:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T11:38:49.510+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minigun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.50cal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barrett M82'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survival of the fittest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art of war'/><title type='text'>ART OF WAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/R9tnA7r6JgI/AAAAAAAAAq4/v8C5CDL3hG8/s1600-h/.50cal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177845462312035842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/R9tnA7r6JgI/AAAAAAAAAq4/v8C5CDL3hG8/s200/.50cal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our survival would have been an question, If, In ancient times war scenes if you can visualize there were swords and cannons and bow and arrow and above all the man power of almost thousands running in the valley for man to man contact. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine two MINI GUNS and 4 Snipers with .50 cal. that makes a total of 6 on top of the Hill instead of thousands in the valley would be much more effective and much more efficient to kill those thousands in the valley in not more than 15-20 minutes instead of war going on for days and weeks and months....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If this would have been the scene our survival would have been a question mark... moving on the same verticals the day is not far when the war will be a part of history and the ART OF WAR will go to such an extent where in Google will be the greatest warrior of all the time you log on to any of your Google account and your computer will bust in pieces killing many around you. or some rays will come and you will be dead and all the intelligence departments will try to locate the reason of your death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we were kids there use to be a fix question in our English and Hindi papers to write essay on science a boon or curse or vigyaan ek abhishaap. now is time when I understood what was the reason behind the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for more reference:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minigun"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minigun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M82_Barrett_rifle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M82_Barrett_rifle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;above shown is the BARRETT M82 .50 Cal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-6525228059271868550?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/6525228059271868550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=6525228059271868550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/6525228059271868550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/6525228059271868550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2008/03/art-of-war.html' title='ART OF WAR'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/R9tnA7r6JgI/AAAAAAAAAq4/v8C5CDL3hG8/s72-c/.50cal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-1966684666541315170</id><published>2008-01-05T12:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-05T20:12:11.518+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE BRIDE GROOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/R38n-ed-OfI/AAAAAAAAACg/IEMP-ENdW5A/s1600-h/DSC_5879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151880453019286002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/R38n-ed-OfI/AAAAAAAAACg/IEMP-ENdW5A/s400/DSC_5879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-1966684666541315170?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/1966684666541315170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=1966684666541315170' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/1966684666541315170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/1966684666541315170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2008/01/bride-and-bride-groom.html' title='THE BRIDE GROOM'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/R38n-ed-OfI/AAAAAAAAACg/IEMP-ENdW5A/s72-c/DSC_5879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-2575202280376103714</id><published>2008-01-02T13:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-05T12:09:12.079+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Going back to life...</title><content type='html'>Sitting at my friends place getting him physiotherapy session and planning to go back to pune and a new start or rather Joining the same "Trammell Crow Meghraj" now "Jones Lang La Salle Meghraj"... but this time instead of Mumbai I will be joining Pune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the parents, comfortable and cozy lazy life which has made me feel as I should leave or not... Newly married and leaving my wife  here but with lot of confusion i My mind and a desire to achieve and touch Sky but on the same time the love, the comfort, the family, Friends and all other luxuries and the love of nature and the city of mine which i never expected will bloom like the way it is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The developments the beauty and the convenience of everything but still confused, still dazed, still not getting what i really deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time Anna is also planning to leave and hence the Pilot is gone no more Jefferson planes to trip on and the life again will revolve around those gossip sessions at Nathu and laziness is crawl up everywhere.....&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhajha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing You all A very Happy and confusion less new year.&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/24758331-2575202280376103714?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/2575202280376103714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=2575202280376103714' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/2575202280376103714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/2575202280376103714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2008/01/going-back-to-life.html' title='Going back to life...'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-1049316691596979980</id><published>2007-12-24T13:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-24T13:08:46.451+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Photos | Indian Muslims</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.indianmuslims.info/photos.html"&gt;Photos  Indian Muslims&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-1049316691596979980?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.indianmuslims.info/photos.html' title='Photos | Indian Muslims'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/1049316691596979980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=1049316691596979980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/1049316691596979980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/1049316691596979980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2007/12/photos-indian-muslims.html' title='Photos | Indian Muslims'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-8202550883643519909</id><published>2007-12-21T13:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-21T13:40:25.975+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JAGUAR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LAND ROVER'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FORD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TATA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIVEMINT'/><title type='text'>Tata Group set to steer Jaguar, Land Rover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/irfan-ali/2126651982/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/R2t0QOd-OdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HOuahvrcq7Q/s1600-h/Tata+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146334821311461842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" height="112" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/R2t0QOd-OdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HOuahvrcq7Q/s200/Tata+1.jpg" width="677" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the Tata Group does drive off with US auto giant Ford’s iconic British brands Jaguar and Land Rover, it would be another feather in its cap after buying European steelmaker Corus earlier this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;British media reports say loss-making Ford could announce as early as Friday that the Tatas, reported to have bid around $2 billion, had been named the top choice for buying the storied luxury carmakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be the year-end icing on the cake for the Tata Group, which bought Corus for $13.7 billion in January, and also another sign that cash-flush corporate India’s foreign acquisition drive has shifted into high gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata’s chief executive, 69-year-old Ratan Tata, credited with transforming a sprawling, unfocused tea-to-trucks conglomerate into a global player, had long promised the group would “spread its wings far beyond India.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the family-run conglomerate gets Jaguar and Land Rover, it will be in the unusual position of manufacturing two of the world’s most prestigious cars as well as one of the world’s cheapest.&lt;br /&gt;Tata officials in New Delhi had no comment on Thursday on an article in Britain’s Birmingham Post quoting an unnamed source at Land Rover as saying: “It is definitely Tata.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come from a manufacturing background, and the experience of other people they have taken over has been good. They are cash-rich and they can afford the price, as well as invest in the future,” Quinn was quoted as saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday the Tata Group was named the world’s third most accountable and transparent company by Britain’s One World Trust, an independent research group. General Electric and GlaxoSmithKline were rated numbers one and two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;more information link:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livemint.com/2007/12/21114649/Tata-Group-set-to-steer-Jaguar.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.livemint.com/2007/12/21114649/Tata-Group-set-to-steer-Jaguar.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-8202550883643519909?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/8202550883643519909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=8202550883643519909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/8202550883643519909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/8202550883643519909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2007/12/tata-group-set-to-steer-jaguar-land.html' title='Tata Group set to steer Jaguar, Land Rover'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/R2t0QOd-OdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HOuahvrcq7Q/s72-c/Tata+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-5076535196944093291</id><published>2007-11-30T00:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-30T00:55:23.937+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Khuda Kay Liye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bazaar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Racism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waiting for godot.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paar'/><title type='text'>"Khuda Ke Liye ; (In the Name of God)"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sonyarehman.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://sonyarehman.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seen a movie which has covered a lot that always keep on going in the mind but nobody is ready to understand and break this vicious cycle...Hatred, Racism, Relationship, Islam, Terrorism, Muslims, Music and a Family. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since City of God this is one recommended watching or rather a must watch. where in here there are no slums of Rio ; This time it is a story of a Muslim Family and the misunderstanding of Islam by few and making it complex and that too for their own benefits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;movie wherein Music is the common string and a common language of all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movie by Shoaib Mansoor and Naseeruddin shah played a special role but it was too significant and he once again made me remember his older drams like PAAR; WAITING FOR GODOT(Samuel Brecket); BAAZAAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This movie covers teh real insight of Muslims after 9/11 and the conditions and problems faced by them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-5076535196944093291?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/5076535196944093291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=5076535196944093291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/5076535196944093291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/5076535196944093291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2007/11/khuda-ke-liye-in-name-of-god.html' title='&quot;Khuda Ke Liye ; (In the Name of God)&quot;'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-3756246257162575077</id><published>2007-11-15T16:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-15T16:54:01.913+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mrs.Fatima Irfan Ali'/><title type='text'>Mrs.Fatima Irfan Ali</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/Rzwq5oW-kTI/AAAAAAAAABo/5Pa0T0wHNd0/s1600-h/Irfan+Ali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133024844870226226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/Rzwq5oW-kTI/AAAAAAAAABo/5Pa0T0wHNd0/s320/Irfan+Ali.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irfan Ali got Married on 7th Nov.07 at 2010hrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-3756246257162575077?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/3756246257162575077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=3756246257162575077' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/3756246257162575077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/3756246257162575077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2007/11/mrsfatima-irfan-ali.html' title='Mrs.Fatima Irfan Ali'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/Rzwq5oW-kTI/AAAAAAAAABo/5Pa0T0wHNd0/s72-c/Irfan+Ali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-7189482790874946799</id><published>2007-09-15T23:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-16T00:13:33.414+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"YOU SHOUT AND NO ONE SEEMS TO HEAR...."</title><content type='html'>What if today,&lt;br /&gt;we all went blind.&lt;br /&gt;Would we still know,&lt;br /&gt;youth and shabab?&lt;br /&gt;What if today,&lt;br /&gt;we all went blind.&lt;br /&gt;Would youth and shabab&lt;br /&gt;continue to fight?&lt;br /&gt;What if today,&lt;br /&gt;we all went blind.&lt;br /&gt;would we know&lt;br /&gt; one race from other?&lt;br /&gt;What if today,&lt;br /&gt;we all went blind,&lt;br /&gt;would you mistake me&lt;br /&gt;for your Brothers?&lt;br /&gt;What if today,&lt;br /&gt;we all went blind,&lt;br /&gt;And if today,&lt;br /&gt;We all went blind,&lt;br /&gt;The world becoming.&lt;br /&gt;An unknown place.&lt;br /&gt;Would you be able,&lt;br /&gt;to trust me?&lt;br /&gt;Without seeing the color,&lt;br /&gt;of my face?&lt;br /&gt;If today,&lt;br /&gt;we went blind.&lt;br /&gt;Today would be the day,&lt;br /&gt;when we would all,&lt;br /&gt;Hate ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;for what we thought,&lt;br /&gt;BUT DID NOT SAY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a riot situation wherein only my area is under curfew and I am still not able to understand why the hell are we fighting and for what???&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/24758331-7189482790874946799?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/7189482790874946799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=7189482790874946799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/7189482790874946799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/7189482790874946799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-shout-and-no-one-seems-to-hear.html' title='&quot;YOU SHOUT AND NO ONE SEEMS TO HEAR....&quot;'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-5103355028554935837</id><published>2007-07-18T23:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-19T00:00:02.559+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am in LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I recall a few rhymes of a T.V. serial “everybody hears the word of mouth but nobody feels the hearts agony in the noisy markets all around who identifies the silence.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we realize how silence is eloquent through its emotional strength, we shall justify that EQ (emotional quotient) is more important than IQ (intelligence quotient) for our survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In depth analysis of the proposition shall disclose ; emotion is linked up with heart, and heart itself is the seat of emotion. Intelligence is linked up with mind and it is the mind that governs the intelligence. So, we could say heart is more important than mind. I shall reveal what I feel in my heart I hope you don’t mind it…Do you mind it? If you mind it, ur intellectual plane shall deceive u hence accept my advice in your heart you don’t have to mind it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If somebody glorifies intelligence, frequently as they do so they are suppressing their emotion…. What u suppress remains unexpressed, emotions are to be charged and they must be given an outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your intelligence dominates the emotion starves. Hunger of emotions will make a person restless and uncomfortable, thus emotion must be given their due weightage, there is no survival in this world without Love…Love is the basis  the very foundation of our existence. The emotion of love is more important than any amount, any measure of intelligence, from a great poet “Hunger allows no choices to citizen or the police we must love one another or die.” Anyone who prefers to die in inclined towards suicide. If one wants to live its only implication is love the emotion of love…love helps us to live…..an atom of love is much more important much more significant than tons of intelligence…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-5103355028554935837?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/5103355028554935837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=5103355028554935837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/5103355028554935837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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keep tripping and getting the compliments of making a tripping trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is all i am doing these days to keep going and hence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep tripping!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-7747414231580011689?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/7747414231580011689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=7747414231580011689' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/7747414231580011689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/7747414231580011689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2007/06/trip.html' title='TRIP----&gt;'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-2649663683329534179</id><published>2007-05-27T16:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-27T16:45:30.436+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Stupidity has taken over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I think we've lost the war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ignorance has taken over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I can't take it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Genocides and living lies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;An enemies defeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Telling others how it's wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A hypocrites elite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Like a communist democracy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Not making any sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Retaliation and refugees,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A revolution of repents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We have to teach the youth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Action must be taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Like a tree ful of poisonous fruit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This world must be shaken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Stupidity has taken over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I think we've lost the war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ignorace has taken over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I can't stand it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Unsure memories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;of years past movements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Never well planned,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But looking towards improvements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Thinking is a gift,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Like a parcel waiting for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Once it is discovered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You will find your mind is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-ALIen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-2649663683329534179?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/2649663683329534179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=2649663683329534179' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/2649663683329534179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/2649663683329534179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2007/05/ignorance.html' title='Ignorance'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-2781918819631575095</id><published>2007-05-27T15:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-27T16:17:02.335+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mongrel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eternal sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='defile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hatred'/><title type='text'>The other side.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you hate me, can you love any other?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When you are hating your lover, your sister, your mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am a mongrel, and in this I find no shame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In 100 years time, we'll both be the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Decayed and forgotten, under earth so deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wrapped in a blanket of deaths eternal sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How can you think that it's just to defile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The peace I have had all my life since a child?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I used to think I'd hate you for all that you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I've no quarrel with myself, so I've no hatred for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-2781918819631575095?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/2781918819631575095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=2781918819631575095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/2781918819631575095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/2781918819631575095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2007/05/other-side.html' title='The other side.....'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-6790128324363917731</id><published>2007-03-22T18:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-22T18:48:36.767+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Erotic Haiku Collection</title><content type='html'>the jerk&lt;br /&gt;at the soda fountain&lt;br /&gt;leaks in her hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nailed on the door&lt;br /&gt;MEN&lt;br /&gt;OUT OF ORDER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her body&lt;br /&gt;curved on a couch&lt;br /&gt;a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZIPPED UP&lt;br /&gt;IN HER JEANS&lt;br /&gt;HIS GENES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPRING RAIN&lt;br /&gt;YOUR BODY&lt;br /&gt;IN ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCARED STIFF&lt;br /&gt;PAYING FOR CONDOMS&lt;br /&gt;WITH A RUBBER CHECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will continue&lt;br /&gt;Its time to go&lt;br /&gt;Go and get the dew...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-6790128324363917731?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/6790128324363917731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=6790128324363917731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/6790128324363917731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/6790128324363917731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2007/03/erotic-haiku-collection.html' title='Erotic Haiku Collection'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-6390329706785368602</id><published>2007-03-10T01:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-10T01:24:00.348+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Am i a problem to you?????</title><content type='html'>reading too much makes you think too much...these days Indian Media and Journalism has some foreigner to gossip about " LIZ  HURLEY &amp; NAYAR &amp;amp; UNBORN KID of Mrs. NAYAR"&lt;br /&gt;being living in a small city with a limited vision ..waiting half of the day for TIMES OF INDIA  to come and one more disappointment ..it started with headins like " is this a baby bump Mrs. nayar??" with a photo of liz in pink dress...and ended with heading " begaani shaadi main jodhpur deewana" and in between Mrs. raje's budget ..which she will make and herself will approve as she is holding some "laurels" in finance management..i wish even i had something like that for marketing management and my company will not be able to put up any questions?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor journalist .... ranking the newspaper by the size and weight the winners are "......."&lt;br /&gt;speak up its in your DNA i don't know how much they spent on making them speak???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to end my day with i went to see a classical music event and to my surprise somebody who has got a grammy on his name was playing mohan veena it was fantabulous..but there were more artists who wanted to dance and hence they stopped him....teh total number of spectators were hardly 50-70 with not even two rows out of 40.... poor performer...as the ones who got pass for the same never bothered to open teh envelope of invitation which was sent to them..and rest are following and living a legendary life of being a working class hero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-6390329706785368602?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/6390329706785368602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=6390329706785368602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/6390329706785368602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/6390329706785368602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2007/03/am-i-problem-to-you.html' title='Am i a problem to you?????'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-3754521761084816574</id><published>2007-03-09T00:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-09T00:49:49.358+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Buckets of Rain</title><content type='html'>Life is sad&lt;br /&gt;Life is a bust&lt;br /&gt;All ya can do is do what you must.&lt;br /&gt;You do what you must do and ya do it well,&lt;br /&gt;I'll do it for you, honey baby,&lt;br /&gt;Can't you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- BOB DYLAN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-3754521761084816574?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/3754521761084816574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=3754521761084816574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/3754521761084816574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/3754521761084816574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2007/03/buckets-of-rain.html' title='Buckets of Rain'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-6972246326917859951</id><published>2007-02-02T00:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-02T00:19:31.758+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sitting and thinking about the day spent seems as if i have won a war of my life. as usual planned to get up a littel early, but failed and as a result the regular day starter food from mom...went for a hair cut and as soon as i was done my mind started floating in the illusions of Ms. Squirelly, as wat will she feel about the earthworm...than and there decided to have some "Kunti  &amp; Motic" and spending some time spending sipping on the usaual CHAI...went for the regular fucked up schedule Scored some tested and went with teh southern winds for a little joyful trip of the city watching some cultural program next to the lake and a little cloud of smoke at the RTDC Bunglow and stared at the city and thought it is far more beautiful than wat i think.....had little dinner waited for call from the aquirelly, but this fuckin needs and desire of having this monomanic in self made erthworm saying No to squirely , knowing that it wil hurt her and than repenting for the same is the old tendancy of earthworm, as when it is dark they hibernate and come out to seee the sun and feels that he has achieved some great victory...but while floating and discussing a lot with people like the barber, strangers, family people and lot more on the simple Topic" Why one has to be married" left with no justified reply and hence illusions seemed very beautiful and glorious in front of the reality which a earthworm sees that it is dark and no sun so lets sleep.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insanity!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-6972246326917859951?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/6972246326917859951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=6972246326917859951' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/6972246326917859951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/6972246326917859951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2007/02/sitting-and-thinking-about-day-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-7314620503086874246</id><published>2007-01-25T13:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-26T01:25:34.020+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Apocalypse!!!!</title><content type='html'>remembering something and sying  "So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers, all false. The truth is that I'm a bad person, but that's going to change, I'm going to change. This is the last of this sort of thing. I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on, going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm going to be just like you: the job, the family, the fucking big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electrical tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage, three-piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at bohrawadi, washing the car, choice of sweaters &amp; borrowed stuff, family festivals,  indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing the gutters, getting by, looking ahead, the day you die. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insanity!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-7314620503086874246?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/7314620503086874246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=7314620503086874246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/7314620503086874246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/7314620503086874246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2007/01/apocalypse.html' title='Apocalypse!!!!'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-116690340723273257</id><published>2006-12-24T01:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-24T01:20:07.233+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SHE WILL NEVER WALK ALONE</title><content type='html'>She will never walk alone&lt;br /&gt;She has God on her life&lt;br /&gt;She will never walk alone&lt;br /&gt;God is on her side&lt;br /&gt;She will never walk alone&lt;br /&gt;Because God is always watching out for her&lt;br /&gt;She will never walk alone Because&lt;br /&gt;she has a friend that is God&lt;br /&gt;She will never walk alone&lt;br /&gt;She has someone who loves her and that someone is God&lt;br /&gt;She will never walk alone Because God is a good friend of her&lt;br /&gt;She will never walk alone&lt;br /&gt;She will always have someone to keep her company&lt;br /&gt;And that someone is God&lt;br /&gt;She will never walk alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-116690340723273257?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/116690340723273257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=116690340723273257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/116690340723273257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/116690340723273257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2006/12/she-will-never-walk-alone.html' title='SHE WILL NEVER WALK ALONE'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-116690323676370996</id><published>2006-12-24T01:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-24T01:17:16.776+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I Am Loyal and Uncertain</title><content type='html'>I am loyal and uncertain&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why some kids like me and some don’t&lt;br /&gt;I try to make miserable people content&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be the greatest companion I can&lt;br /&gt;I pretend to be happy even though I’m not always&lt;br /&gt;I am uncertain and loyal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be liked&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I’m not&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ve got friends I want to have more&lt;br /&gt;I dream of being popular&lt;br /&gt;I say what I don’t think&lt;br /&gt;And it gets me in trouble&lt;br /&gt;I am worried and hoping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand my friends&lt;br /&gt;I help them with problems&lt;br /&gt;I hear all their troubles&lt;br /&gt;I see all their tears&lt;br /&gt;I try to do the best I can to keep the friends I have&lt;br /&gt;I am loyal and caring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-116690323676370996?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-116573217791967491</id><published>2006-12-10T11:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-10T11:59:37.953+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THOUGHT</title><content type='html'>Im not here for girls, friends,  girlfriends or anything. Ive seem them all &amp; they're all phonys. Losers go for them. I used to. But then I learnt. I saw stuff that others dint. Im glad I did. They called me mad. There are people whom I used to consider my closest pals. Today they are all gone. You cant have a bunch of friends. If youre really really lucky you may have just one or at the most two but more than that is impossible. The rest are just there. Passers by..like autumn leaves on a windy street. One gust and they're gone far away. Its the same damned thing with girls. People keep talkin about this shit which they claim exists &amp; they call it love. Its the funniest and most fuc* all idea I've come across in my life. It is'nt really there! Its so bloody obvious but no one believes it. Just like life, God, hope etc. love is an illusion. Love exists but only in a family &amp;amp; between man &amp; dog. Its the only place you dont get phonys. Family is real, the love between parent &amp;amp; child is real &amp; so is the love between humans &amp;amp; dogs. Everything else is a pile of shit! People say that love is beautiful. I say all illusions are! The mirage of a pond in the desert is'nt real. But its bloody beautiful to the thirsty traveller! More beautiful than that are friendship &amp; music. Music is something that is always pleasant to one who loves it. It repays you for just liking it by giving you immense peace of mind &amp;amp; joy. If I was a hermit in some forest, Id give up everything and go with an ipod and a dog. I may not be some great musician but it influences everything that I do. I spend most of my time on the streets of my city which I love more than anything. I fiddle around like crazy with my guitar  (Audacity- it just rocks!) and rest of the time I lie on bed listening to music, writing songs, improving on the ones I already have written. If I dont get a chorus I just call it a poem. Im Looking for an singer, love to go on trips (get the meaning!), nuts about history, music, physics &amp; Economics. Hitler, Rommel, Lennon, Subhash Bose, aviation and world war 2 tanks! Im a serious devotee of Adolf Hitler &amp; Subhash Bose, two of the greatest leaders ever. I can prove it so. One is the most infamous man in the world &amp;amp; the other is the most unknown, who disappeared suddenly &amp; people bothered to look for him some 50 yrs after he died! Its the proof of greatness. The world treats you like shit for trying to help them. Look at Gutenburg. He invented the printing press but sold the design for money because he was a pauper. One would expect he made millions &amp;amp; was a famous chap and all. He died a pauper on the streets of Germany with no money for medical treatment. After reading this you may call me a mentally deranged, Insane lunatic. I'll agree with you. You may say Im some sort or depressed freak. Frankly speaking, I dont give a shit! Im used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruelty impresses. People want to be afraid of something. They want some one to whom they can submit with a shudder. The masses need that. They need something to dread.&lt;br /&gt;-Adolf Hitler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evil that men do lives after them,the good is oft interred with their bones-ShakespeareIts only a question of willpower.No one has really lost a battle so as long as he refuses to accept the battle is lost&lt;br /&gt;-Benito Mussolini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will come a time when we can no longer win the war by conquering the world but by continuing the war until the other side gives in&lt;br /&gt;-Hitler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would not be for the first time in history that willpower triumphs over stronger batallions of an enemy.To your troops you can therefore offer only 2 roads,the one that leads to Victory or the one that leads to Death. Surrender is forbidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSANE ALIEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-116573217791967491?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/116573217791967491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=116573217791967491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/116573217791967491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/116573217791967491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2006/12/thought.html' title='THOUGHT'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-116474448525354720</id><published>2006-11-29T01:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-29T18:34:53.113+05:30</updated><title type='text'>are you....are you....are you....</title><content type='html'>are u a one of me or u are a fuckin mob it hardly matters for me watever u are. somebody started writting from the age of 17 when he was basketball player and one fine day he realizes he is a fuckin slave of some junk so watever he wrote was poetry for this insane world and this is the same fuckin world who denies him and said we cannot accept you the way u are and he potrated himself in a different way publishes all his written stuff and that hits teh market as a chartbuster or blockbuster watever u say for him they are teh magical words that he felt he should write and are your basketball diaries this happened a long back with a guy called jim collins in new york and is anybody out here has any ideas wat they call a french fry in holland and if u know u are not a honcho or u are not something out of this world. if u know something but not wat u say u are, and when u say u are and not wat u mean, and u mean something that u don't believe, and u do something that u believe, and not wat they believe, and like this the chain goes on and on and on everything remains as untouched as it was never been there and when u see to it as a first born unicorn and find out its a hardcore soft porn life seems like a fuckin bitch whom u can fuck hard to make it follow u or if u leave it, it will fuck u.when I sit in darkness thinking and floating in my illusions I see how beautiful is everything that I did and how ugly are the people around but that gives me a kick or high and then going to achieve and enjoy it I, again find something which I knew it from the begining and I always ignored is that it is all because of me and the people around me who did it but claiming and doing it my way is not art it is a street cheat of a kleptomaniac. I tend to be something when I am  nothing and my minds wants to explod but the materiality and teh reality of this shity world which is the most beautiful and unexplored piece of shit ...if I think I have explored every bit of it and nothing is left untouched and I go and run away from the fuckin piece of my own shit I hate to touch it, when it is apart of my system and claiming that I am not a part of system, we are the superior of all the living being and talking about things which are not of this world without knowing wat are u searching for is within you and the journey you are on is about to end with u and it was started by you with you as an part of it and ends with everyrthing in it... if u say something which u feel is right and some honcho comes and make u understand the dark side of the moon and u run behind achieving it and that is the serach of darkness with a lamp in your hand , is it possible for an individual to achieve it, is it possible for any group or nay community or any sect or any fuckin damm piece of shit to know it all and stil knowing nothing. knowing and remembering to know is a fuckin memory and knowing not to remember and still searching and trying to remember is unforgiven....chasing the reality with an idea of illusion and still achieving it for the sake of saying that i achieved the reality of illusion is fooling who other than you, are you.. are you...are you... are you fucking still scratching ur head or u have lost it on the way......the way to achieve and the way to get wat u want and not wat u need ... its a trip to pain without ur mate without ur soul without ur heart without ur mind and i love tripping on it as it is a trip wherein i am u ... are you... are you... are you....&lt;br /&gt;cheers!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSANE ALIEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-116474448525354720?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/116474448525354720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=116474448525354720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/116474448525354720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/116474448525354720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2006/11/are-youare-youare-you.html' title='are you....are you....are you....'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-116445640139527180</id><published>2006-11-25T17:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-25T17:36:41.396+05:30</updated><title type='text'>####ToBaCcO####</title><content type='html'>TOBACCO kills the brain,&lt;br /&gt;DIMS the sight,&lt;br /&gt;IMPAIR the smell&lt;br /&gt;HURTS the stomach,&lt;br /&gt;DISTURBS the humors and spirits,&lt;br /&gt;CORRUPTS the breath&lt;br /&gt;TREMBLES the limbs,&lt;br /&gt;DRIES the windpipe&lt;br /&gt;lungs and liver,&lt;br /&gt;BURN the heart and&lt;br /&gt;ADJUSTS the blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't we survive without it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can, then why do we have an urge for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!!!&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='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-116445616398615981</id><published>2006-11-25T17:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-25T17:32:44.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IS IT????</title><content type='html'>Is it your voice or Is it your silence …..&lt;br /&gt;Miles away from me, but still you are the nearest,&lt;br /&gt;So soft is your speech, to me it sounds the loudest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it your appearance or Is it your intelligence….&lt;br /&gt;Every word you speak, means to me a lot,&lt;br /&gt;Each time you see me, makes me feel I am lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it your boldness or is it your innocence…&lt;br /&gt;I am part of the mob, yet I feel lonely in it.&lt;br /&gt;With you around, I feel like I am at the summit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it... !, that makes my life worth living?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel so light, as though I am flying, freely flying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS IT?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-116445616398615981?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/116445616398615981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=116445616398615981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/116445616398615981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/116445616398615981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-is-it.html' title='WHAT IS IT????'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-116405089331319235</id><published>2006-11-21T00:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-21T00:58:13.326+05:30</updated><title type='text'>choice is yours</title><content type='html'>Choose life . choose a job. choose a career. choose a family. choose a fuckin big television.&lt;br /&gt;choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin opener.&lt;br /&gt;choose a good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance.&lt;br /&gt;choose fixed interest ,mortgage repayments.choose a starter home.&lt;br /&gt;choose your friends. choose leisurewear and matching luggage.&lt;br /&gt;choose a three piece suite n hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.&lt;br /&gt;choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;choose sitting on a couch watching mind numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home,nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up rats you spawned to replace yourself.&lt;br /&gt;choose your future.&lt;br /&gt;choose life and i chose not to choose life and the reasons ... there are no reason.....!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-116405089331319235?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-116393989141287118</id><published>2006-11-19T17:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-19T18:08:11.426+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"WORDS OF ALLANIS, SCARLET STONE OR SHINNING STAR"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Saying Goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lessons Learnt This Week&lt;br /&gt;Laughter: Dies... Cry a bit and stand up again...&lt;br /&gt;Fate: The most damning F-word...&lt;br /&gt;Destiny: An answer to all questions... (for losers...)&lt;br /&gt;Feelings: Baggage that makes life more difficult...&lt;br /&gt;Trust: Is a Knife one thrusts in one' s own back...&lt;br /&gt;Hurt: The recurring pain arising out of the continuous presence of that Knife...&lt;br /&gt;Love and Pain: The biggest Truth that always comes in a pair... Take one get one free...&lt;br /&gt;Loss: Reality check...&lt;br /&gt;Life: The collection of memories that one holds which give Pain and relief in turns.... And one keeps making those memories every Fuckin second...&lt;br /&gt;What goes up comes down... And the fall can be Disastrous.... One keeps repeating the same mistakes... Thus the disillusionment... Thus the sorrow...&lt;br /&gt;Yet one lives... Tries to live... Meeting people and sharing... Laughing... Surrendering control to Fate and Destiny... Feeling happy and feeling low... Trusting and getting hurt... Loving and enduring Pain... Losing... Making fuckin memories... And enduring them when one says goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;Guess thats life... and it goes own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse my Cynicism... One has sorrows and real life to deal with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;posted by MumstheWord at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="permanent link" href="http://hushmumstheword.blogspot.com/2006/05/saying-goodbye.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8:47 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friday, May 12, 2006 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="114698499430491735"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jack and Jill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everyone remembers good old Jack and Jill... One can only imagine the extent of infectious optimism the two miserable souls were stung with that made them climb a hill to fetch water... The downer was the disaster that struck later. Not only were they unable to get what they wanted, they could not make it in one piece either... Jack crashed without his head intact and Jill never rose after her fall....Children' s tales and rhymes are littered with similar catastrophes... Poor Humpty Dumpty broke more than just his head after his great fall from the great wall... his head was his body and all the efforts of the gallant men of the King to put him together were wasted. The writers of such tales must have been unrepentant sadists, drinking others' sorrows and making little nursery rhymes about them that are sung in lilting tunes to permanently teach children the evil joys of revelling in others' miseries. Small wonder that the people are apathetic at best, blood sucking parasites at worst. Being cynical is being an escapist. One evades good hopes to avoid disappointments... Yours truly is a Diehard Cynic.... Therefore, yours truly has fears... Ha ha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt this week....Wanna elevate yourself physically, learn Yoga...&lt;br /&gt;Wanna elevate yourself mentally, get Brown Sugar...&lt;br /&gt;Wanna elevate yourself emotionally, fall in love.....&lt;br /&gt;..... But always remember... What goes up ALWAYS comes Down (it can even come crashing down, like our Little Jack).... The opposite does not always apply....&lt;br /&gt;Therefore Enjoy while it lasts... but remember that it wont last forever....&lt;br /&gt;Just like Humpty fell and never walked on his wall again...&lt;br /&gt;And Jack and Jill dont climb hills for water anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;posted by MumstheWord at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="permanent link" href="http://hushmumstheword.blogspot.com/2006/05/jack-and-jill.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;11:03 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Saturday, May 06, 2006 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="114658694381468164"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C for Clueless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The state of being confused and clueless is not something to boast about. It goes to show how one has allowed things to go out of control, how one has let Destiny shape things instead of shaping one's own Destiny. Small words with big Meanings? Or big words with absolutely no meaning... See what I mean when I say being confused and without a clue.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is a lesson about jokes with Irony... the ones that are funny only when they happen to the next person... How one laughs with relief and sadistic pleasure to see another's misery...!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh!! The pleasures of being a Cynic and a Hopeless Pessimist!! How often is one proven correct.&lt;br /&gt;A bundle of contradictions and chaos...Sense mingles with idiocy, wisdom with silliness, action with stillness...&lt;br /&gt;Come.... Share my world... But promise you ll laugh at my jokes and agree with my beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;posted by MumstheWord at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="permanent link" href="http://hushmumstheword.blogspot.com/2006/05/c-for-clueless.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9:10 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tuesday, May 02, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="114598161157092091"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;She sat in her chair and wondered what she d like to do next. The week before had been a revelation... It showed her the extent to which she could stretch... Stretching her dreams and desires to turn them into a vague, tottering reality...a reality so volatile it could explode any minute or dissipate leaving behind the remains of shattered innocence, charred dreams and scarred emotions. Her little world of silly games was not hers, not little, not silly anymore. It was populated now. With real people with their own games and their own silliness. And she was the vortex of this emotional cyclone. What could be born next...what could break? Who would be responsible for the smiles and strife, fears and freedom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was right? Who could tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would everything change again in another week? Another month or a year? Or was it a matter of days, hours, minutes... Sharing time, sharing smiles, sipping music, getting high...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would wait and see. And know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;posted by MumstheWord at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="permanent link" href="http://hushmumstheword.blogspot.com/2006/04/time.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8:32 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tuesday, April 25, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-116393989141287118?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/116393989141287118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=116393989141287118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/116393989141287118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/116393989141287118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2006/11/words-of-allanis-scarlet-stone-or.html' title='&quot;WORDS OF ALLANIS, SCARLET STONE OR SHINNING STAR&quot;'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-116309487612809652</id><published>2006-11-09T23:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T23:24:36.143+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Can we make Poverty HISTORY?</title><content type='html'>What we, from the well off class, listen from our bosses inculcates superiority in us and appreciation, of course, of no effort on our side that directly or indirectly persuades us to support status quo. That is the way, most of, if not, all, wannabe social reformer knuckle under common sense and that is how, i believe, inhumanity still continues even if it sensitizes most of us. What Nehru did and how Bhagat mustered courage become the mere pages of history, lying down on some corner, not only in book shelves, but also in our mind. Socialization in our family and colony is necessary for making persons social, but how it became very anti social is the hot matter of discussion. Mass media has refused to attempt to sensitize psyche of people, and, in some way, has slipped down as mass slave or populist masala. How Models look like, what latest designs are, why Priyanka is so hot are, nowadays, topics that befit mass psyche and that can fetch commercial gains. Who cares about the moral responsibility of journalism and media? I am wondering if "&lt;strong&gt;Family life and standard salary&lt;/strong&gt;", combined together, is the REAL GOAL we are born to strive for. None seems interested in bringing other underprivileged people together and in bringing social antagonism to an end. No one wants to see alternative in which human creativity and humanity would weave social fabric. Everyone will be happy waiting for new Gandhi, but does not care for lending helping hand to disadvantageous populace. Being in touch with many good persons and interacting with them on various types of forums, who are willing to reform society by initiating social reforms in many dimensions gives the impression that we are willing to change. But I wonder if it works that way. Middle class, due to obsession of economic gain, lose their temperament as soon as they start relating their success- in terms of money and status- to those of their relatives and colleagues and that is how WANNABE social reformer dies everyday. WAKE UP! Youngsters! Guard your moral conscience and act something genuine keeping your social responsibility in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSANE ALIEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-116309487612809652?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/116309487612809652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=116309487612809652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/116309487612809652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/116309487612809652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2006/11/can-we-make-poverty-history.html' title='Can we make Poverty HISTORY?'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-116080644796737809</id><published>2006-10-14T11:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-14T11:44:07.966+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Endless Wishes</title><content type='html'>I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds&lt;br /&gt;For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was as fortunate, as fortunate as me&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a messenger and all the news was good&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the full moon shining off a Camaro's hood&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was an alien at home behind the sun&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house key on&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the pedal brake that you depended on&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the verb 'to trust' and never let you down&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a radio song, the one that you turned up&lt;br /&gt;I wish...&lt;br /&gt;I wish...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-116080644796737809?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-116080626431816706</id><published>2006-10-14T11:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-14T11:41:04.330+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mind, Eyes &amp; Tears</title><content type='html'>Eye is like the Earth...&lt;br /&gt;When Tears are like the oceans.&lt;br /&gt;There is no moon here...&lt;br /&gt;But just the emotions to cause the tides.&lt;br /&gt;There is land...&lt;br /&gt;Of vivid colored imaginations.&lt;br /&gt;I boarded a ship...&lt;br /&gt;To travel into my mind;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't see any colors,&lt;br /&gt;Only an internal darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Was it coz of the nightmare?&lt;br /&gt;Or was my mind blank??&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='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-116057360955824532</id><published>2006-10-11T18:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-11T19:03:29.560+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Long Waiting!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>You've been there,&lt;br /&gt;When I was happy,&lt;br /&gt;You've been there,&lt;br /&gt;When I was Sad,&lt;br /&gt;Like a raindrop,&lt;br /&gt;Falling over the desert,&lt;br /&gt;Never I knew,&lt;br /&gt;The mysteries around you,&lt;br /&gt;Now, how long should I wait,&lt;br /&gt;To catch a glimpse of you.&lt;br /&gt;You, my precious tears,&lt;br /&gt;The gift of my colorful emotions!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-116057360955824532?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/116057360955824532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=116057360955824532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/116057360955824532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/116057360955824532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2006/10/long-waiting.html' title='Long Waiting!!!!!!'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-116057315651539019</id><published>2006-10-11T18:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-11T18:55:56.516+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Lunatic</title><content type='html'>He was the best man I knew,&lt;br /&gt;A born diplomat,&lt;br /&gt;A self made man, full of content,&lt;br /&gt;He stayed away from others, isolated,&lt;br /&gt;Like living of an island of colors,&lt;br /&gt;Where thrives only joy,&lt;br /&gt;And no time to be sad,&lt;br /&gt;He was never greedy, never angry,&lt;br /&gt;And never was he tensed,&lt;br /&gt;Always calm and thoughtful...&lt;br /&gt;People never knew him...&lt;br /&gt;Neither did they want to.&lt;br /&gt;So they called him mad.&lt;br /&gt;But he seemed happy at it.&lt;br /&gt;Still they put him in a cell...&lt;br /&gt;A cell made of hell&lt;br /&gt;I never felt the same way...&lt;br /&gt;Never did I call him a mad.&lt;br /&gt;Still was happy putting him in the cell....&lt;br /&gt;The same cell as mine!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-116057315651539019?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/116057315651539019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=116057315651539019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/116057315651539019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/116057315651539019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2006/10/lunatic.html' title='The Lunatic'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-116057254604274437</id><published>2006-10-11T18:29:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-11T18:45:46.043+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Someone Unforgettable!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sensing You....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a rainbow ,&lt;br /&gt;Playing in your tears (Dec)&lt;br /&gt;I saw a shadow,&lt;br /&gt;Lurking behind your wide eyes (June 2004)&lt;br /&gt;I saw a red rose on your face,&lt;br /&gt;when you grew angry at me ( May 2004)&lt;br /&gt;And the best, was as ever your hand;&lt;br /&gt;when I felt that slap on my face (12th may 2004)!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am missing you a lot......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-116057254604274437?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/116057254604274437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=116057254604274437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/116057254604274437'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;I am almost recovered from the injuries. The accident has changed my entire world earlier i was a careless and free and there was the scarlet stone shining in my life and now that stone is a shiny star in the sky above.&lt;br /&gt;but the shine she gave to my life is still there and i thank you Lord for giving me life and i Pray to you to keep my scarlet stone safe in your hands which i failed to do.&lt;br /&gt;God i want to ask you a lot of question hope we will have a interesting session when we will meet i sometimes feel as if you are my enemy but i have a strong belief in you but its very strange if you are in my heart than how can you hurt me, if you are in my mind why do i think evil , if you are in me than who am i , if you can see me why cant i, if you are with me than why do i suffer , if you are here than is this heaven, ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God this session will be continued the day i see you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God keep my baby happy as i failed to do that and please forgive me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God you are merciful , god you are divine and pure i raise my hand to you hold me and lift me high away from this evil wicked world full of selfish people .......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-115769969018623631?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/115769969018623631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=115769969018623631' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/115769969018623631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/115769969018623631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-conversation-with-god.html' title='&quot;my conversation with God&quot;'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-114813044440000523</id><published>2006-05-20T18:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-20T18:37:24.410+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Look How Beautiful Is Letter "F"</title><content type='html'>Hey Nikku thanks for telling me the value of this Letter F which has assosiation with words like Fuck, Forget, Fall, Feeling, Friend, Faith, Fun, Fantasy,........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ths is a small thought to understand the value of a giFt...Letter F....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some give roses, some give gi&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;ts&lt;br /&gt; but all these are actually are just a bizarre&lt;br /&gt;a bizarre to express thei &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;eelings,&lt;br /&gt;which generally are not so much appealing&lt;br /&gt;But my gi&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;t to u is not merely a gi&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;t-&lt;br /&gt;it's an ode from the heart's very ri&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;t;&lt;br /&gt;it's nor a thing and neither &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;ake..&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;riend's strong &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;aith:&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;aith that you'll shine with glowing colours&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;aith that u'll never need a &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;ortune teller&lt;br /&gt;(coz ppl with bad &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;ate like me only need them)&lt;br /&gt;the gi&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;t is a &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;eeling:&lt;br /&gt;whihc even distances can't compare,&lt;br /&gt;it's a &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;eeling that is shared by &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;rndz apart,&lt;br /&gt;having each other at the bottom of their heart.&lt;br /&gt;the gift is the unknown &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;act that whatever u are and wherevr u are&lt;br /&gt;there is alwayz one idiot (that's me) stnading behind ya!&lt;br /&gt;the gi&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;t is nothing but this poem...whihc is not merely a poem&lt;br /&gt;it's a truth which is not oftenly told&lt;br /&gt;but is experienced.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-114813044440000523?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/114813044440000523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=114813044440000523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/114813044440000523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/114813044440000523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2006/05/look-how-beautiful-is-letter-f.html' title='Look How Beautiful Is Letter &quot;F&quot;'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-114597451594936220</id><published>2006-04-25T19:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-25T19:45:15.963+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A WHOLE NEW WORLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can show you the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shining, shimmering, splendid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tell me, princess, now when did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You last let your heart decide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can open your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Take you wonder by wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Over, sideways and under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On a magic carpet ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A whole new world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A new fantastic point of view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No one to tell us no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Or where to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Or say we're only dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A whole new world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A dazzling place I never knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But when I'm way up here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's crystal clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That now I'm in a whole new world with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now I'm in a whole new world with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Unbelievable sights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Indescribable feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Through an endless diamond sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A whole new world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't you dare close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A hundred thousand things to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hold your breath - it gets better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm like a shooting star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've come so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't go back to where I used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A whole new world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Every turn a surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With new horizons to pursue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Every moment red-letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll chase them anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's time to spare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Let me share this whole new world with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A whole new world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's where we'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A thrilling chase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A wondrous place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For you and me....!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-114597451594936220?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/114597451594936220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=114597451594936220' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/114597451594936220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/114597451594936220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2006/04/whole-new-world.html' title='A WHOLE NEW WORLD'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-114581155324942203</id><published>2006-04-23T22:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-23T22:29:13.260+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to my attitude!!!</title><content type='html'>There was once an alien who came to this world with very little of IQ and was full of EQ who use to think that its this EQ which will prevails and use to think that with this EQ he will rule this world and use to feel like everybody will one day understand this EQ but POOR ALIen was wrong but he strongly belived in it .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time went by and he learnt a lot but was limited to a few and thought thaththis is world and this EQ always let him influence by a lot of other and he always imitated others and forgot that he has his own style and ended up being a EMOTIONAL FOOL.!!!!!! this wicked world which he was exposed to all of sudden initially accepted him like the way he was and slowly they understood that this is a real alien and they started playing with his EQ... Uncle, Old Man and Knopfler were the few he liked the most as they were the one who understood him and though they knew that he is a EF(emotional fool) fooled him and at the same time they were always there and some who had big dreams of Inc..(Banna u Know what i mean...)fucked all the happiness and like this life kept on going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how long he was supposed to be like this ....suddenly there shines a red stone (Thanks Knopfler) who showed the reality that ALien come out of your feel this is real world not your world of EQ give your mind a seat and this sudden change was hard to understand and he was trying to come back to life and suddenly the wind were so strong that he himself felt like he is hurted but this hurt was for real (UNCLE sorry for the philo... but understnad )and he suddenly said no to all LOLLY POPS of the world and he said to himself lets stop sucking and now its time to EAT and like this the ALIen was crying his heart out this red stone was the helping hand and .........(UNCLE, OLDY, KNOPFLER)thanks for bringing ALIen back to reality and one more thing ALIen is still not completely out of this EQ trauma your help will be always required and others the list will go on but THE SCARLET BABE ("....MICKEY...") is bringing some shine in ALIen life and.........tired enoughbut will carry on......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-114581155324942203?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/114581155324942203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=114581155324942203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/114581155324942203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/114581155324942203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2006/04/dedicated-to-my-attitude.html' title='Dedicated to my attitude!!!'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-114416996124047107</id><published>2006-04-04T22:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-04T22:31:20.440+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Guilty mind is Conscious</title><content type='html'>Guilty mind is Conscious..... No body understands this better than Alien.... The Silver (THIS IS A TAMIL TRANSLATION ) sparkled and left this bloke half blind as he gasped the shimmering of the beauty that Money(THIS IS THE SANSKRIT TRANSLATION)had.... Poor Alien he wasn't aware of the power of Black(ARE YOU GETTING IT).... And now our boy toy is all mellowed in the DARK thoughts and is bleeding all CRIMSON.So much for the darkness. So much for the excitement.So fuckin much for the anticipation.Its killing you Alien ....... So now you all understood why has he written Please Help me as he is tired struggling....Keeping the good spirits high .. he know ... that he know ... that first time he is not on the right track..... not just in the case of choosing the SILVER/MONEY carpet but also by choosing to quit the Crazy,dark world of Crarcks and being dry mouthed. dreaming to enjoy rolling as that was .................!! !! !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in tamil means Silver????&lt;br /&gt;What in sanskrit is Money????&lt;br /&gt;What is dark/ black????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH.....Keep rolling!! !! !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-114416996124047107?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/114416996124047107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=114416996124047107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/114416996124047107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/114416996124047107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2006/04/guilty-mind-is-conscious.html' title='Guilty mind is Conscious'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-114416896129199807</id><published>2006-04-04T22:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-04T22:12:41.293+05:30</updated><title type='text'>""Struggle in the struggling world""</title><content type='html'>Struggle is not just another word but inherits within itself many conceptions, helplessness and reflection of our modern society that relies on this word to escape itself from life’s realities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struggle, in our society, is tagged with those unfortunate ones who are not able to meet expectations in eyes of other people. Struggle, as the word is powerful enough to put down motivation burner of many who are striving hard to achieve something and Struggle, is no less than social venom, which slowly creeps into our mind once we find road to the goal a bit difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But questions arises is that are we justified for using this word so often in today’s competitive world where almost all of us are strugglers in one aspect or other?? Some of us are struggling in meeting our professional goals, many of us are struggling to manage our personal life and several among us do not know where to start even!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we see more failures and personal defeats than what we used to have in the past. The problem lies within us. We never go soul searching to find out the reason behind the struggle. The reason is our loneliness and we are usually left alone to fight against all problems. And one thing is for sure “It’s not easy!!!( HEY OLD MAN ARE YOU READING ARE YOU WITH ME)” May be that’s why a wise man has once said “ We can lessen the burden of problems on us by sharing them.”(THAT’S WHAT ALIEN TRIED DOING BUT EVERYBODY MADE HIS FUN NOBODY UNDERSTOOD AND CALLED HIM ALIEN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren’t you tired of calling yourself “I'm feed up of Struggle in this Struggling World”? Honestly, At least, I’m!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hey i am sorry as this is alien's view and may not be acceptable by law or by mankind or ....But aliens are inherited by........!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-114416896129199807?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/114416896129199807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=114416896129199807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/114416896129199807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/114416896129199807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2006/04/struggle-in-struggling-world.html' title='&quot;&quot;Struggle in the struggling world&quot;&quot;'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-114416838744412807</id><published>2006-04-04T21:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-04T22:03:07.460+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am just a dreamer!!  !! !!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen a dog dreaming?  I was watching one sleep the other day and the way it snorted occasiuonally made me think it was dreaming. If dogs do what about other animals? What would a chicken dream about? A Monkey? Cow? Do you think animals can think about thier lives or thier futures? How depressing that would be. A lobster knowing it was going to be cooked and eaten. A squirrel looking at roadkill. What if they could learn to speak our language? What would they tell us? How badly do most species hate humans. I bet they'd learn swear word quick. Would we listen if they could talk? now this is enough no more dreaming lets get on rolling!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-114416838744412807?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/114416838744412807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=114416838744412807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/114416838744412807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/114416838744412807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-just-dreamer.html' title='I am just a dreamer!!  !! !!'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-114356470862031191</id><published>2006-03-28T22:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-28T22:21:48.630+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Alien's Day without......Rolls...</title><content type='html'>It was very difficult for Alien To be without.... Rolls as without it feels like You are a part of this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INSANE WORLD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which is a sick feeling in itself and hence to overcome its better you ROLL.......or Loose your SOUL......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-114356470862031191?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/114356470862031191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=114356470862031191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/114356470862031191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/114356470862031191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2006/03/aliens-day-withoutrolls.html' title='Alien&apos;s Day without......Rolls...'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-114348209258531933</id><published>2006-03-27T23:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-27T23:24:52.586+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Eternal Sunshine on the spotless mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was one of the most tripy movie and Alien on teh trip of a tripy movie is what it is.....Its all about somebody cleaning all rolling....T.B.Sheets....Chemicals.....From your mind and in between the process.......you are lost and same was teh condition of alien sitting in the theater all lost and tripping on ...........?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish if it is really possible to clean something from your mind than i would have cleaned a lot from my mind as it seems over Loaded these days.....working class Hero is What i don't want to be......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-114348209258531933?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/114348209258531933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=114348209258531933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/114348209258531933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/114348209258531933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2006/03/eternal-sunshine-on-spotless-mind.html' title='Eternal Sunshine on the spotless mind'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-114338424664266509</id><published>2006-03-26T20:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-27T23:19:33.216+05:30</updated><title type='text'>my Ideal sunday</title><content type='html'>this was one of the same frusrtrating sundays......i got up late because of last Nights High... and the same old .....rolls.......no water........in the late afternoon or mid ...went for roling.....keeping on is a pain as i was alone tried lot to call a lot and call a lot but dis appointment as usual .... this is a fuckinsunday......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planning for some movie of Jim Carry will let you know about the experience of the movie as i will be alone in the theater and wish i will get the company of ....Rollsss......Roll....at this moment sitting herer in a cyber cafe....remember i am ....rollled......so can somebody tell me why everybody is gazing at me .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle lets Draw as it is long time we have done it lets do it........The T.B. Sheets and the sketches....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers ....Keep Rolling.......rolling.....rolling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll Roll Roll....Till You loose your soul.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-114338424664266509?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/114338424664266509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=114338424664266509' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/114338424664266509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/114338424664266509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-ideal-sunday.html' title='my Ideal sunday'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-114335708820100928</id><published>2006-03-26T12:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-26T12:41:28.203+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Uncle &amp; The old man</title><content type='html'>You are always welcome to give suggestionand help me keep posted o anything taht is missing here and what is that has to be here will be here so lets say together Please Help Me......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-114335708820100928?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/114335708820100928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=114335708820100928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/114335708820100928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/114335708820100928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2006/03/uncle-old-man_25.html' title='Uncle &amp; The old man'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24758331.post-114335679621312823</id><published>2006-03-26T12:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-26T12:36:36.220+05:30</updated><title type='text'>please help me</title><content type='html'>please help me is the easiest thing to start with as i am doing it for the first time and really dont know how to begin so requesting to be a part of my insanity and lets make the world realise that even if we are insane and aliens to them we are the champions.....we will rule .....we are ruling.....lets rule harder ....lets roll harder.....lets roll....lets roll.......roll &amp;amp; roll till u have soul.......even if you loose your soul.......we wil roll......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24758331-114335679621312823?l=chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/feeds/114335679621312823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24758331&amp;postID=114335679621312823' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/114335679621312823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24758331/posts/default/114335679621312823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaichilamchapatiparvati.blogspot.com/2006/03/please-help-me.html' title='please help me'/><author><name>alien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14063662426726805679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eU3t2H0mEaQ/SXl4bXFONWI/AAAAAAAABBw/qhGEVlMwzFU/S220/11-07-08_1911.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
