<?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-8935326</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:39:07.066-02:30</updated><title type='text'>dcbabu003</title><subtitle type='html'>Knoledge is a marvellous and a terrible thing!


Life is a journey
It can take you anywhere,
Down the main streets or,
down the country lanes,
Whereever it takes you
is upto you,
As long as u keep your promises,
And never lose sight of your dreams,
Dreams are just around the corner,
Conquer!
Impossible is Nothing!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-111706730848332162</id><published>2005-05-25T21:58:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-05-25T21:58:28.490-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Jegan says!</title><content type='html'>The quality of mindfulness is something that arises from practice. Further more; perhaps, annoyance arises within this one who acknowledges. Hope "he" know what I mean!! I know you do Amit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-111706730848332162?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/111706730848332162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=111706730848332162' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111706730848332162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111706730848332162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/05/jegan-says.html' title='Jegan says!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-111497875167321694</id><published>2005-05-01T17:47:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-05-01T17:49:11.673-02:30</updated><title type='text'>s</title><content type='html'>Money was never a big motivation for me, except as a way to keep score. The real excitement is playing the game&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-111497875167321694?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/111497875167321694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=111497875167321694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111497875167321694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111497875167321694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/05/s.html' title='s'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-111491167436954278</id><published>2005-04-30T23:10:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-04-30T23:11:14.370-02:30</updated><title type='text'>The key!</title><content type='html'>Give me the keys&lt;br /&gt;and i will open the the doors!&lt;br /&gt;Give me a pen&lt;br /&gt;and i will make sure every word counts.&lt;br /&gt;Give me a sword and i will make use of it!&lt;br /&gt;Give me love,&lt;br /&gt; and i love you back!&lt;br /&gt;As a solid rock is not shaken by a strong gale&lt;br /&gt;So wise persons remain unaffected by praise or censure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-111491167436954278?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/111491167436954278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=111491167436954278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111491167436954278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111491167436954278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/04/key.html' title='The key!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-111448212362028494</id><published>2005-04-25T23:50:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2005-04-25T23:52:03.620-02:30</updated><title type='text'>perception!</title><content type='html'>Hearing one side of the story and jumping into conclusions and then taking actions. Well we all do it and start thinking later if we were right to do it. i was blamed of something like that today. For not doing stuff that i am suppose to, whatever that means. I wasnt given a chance to explain myself. I tried but i respect my elders so i thought its best to just keep quiet. i had to hear a lot of stuff, which ofcourse i dont agree on. But i guess we werent on the same page. As she started telling me stuff, i just listened, as thats the only thing i could do. I gladly did it. I acknowledged her and finally after she was done, she wanted me to talk. I didnt have much to say or rather i didnt want to, since she was so sure that i was wrong.Well i cant and i wont change people's perception, but what i can do is listen to them, and make my own decessions! Afterall we all look at things differently,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-111448212362028494?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/111448212362028494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=111448212362028494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111448212362028494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111448212362028494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/04/perception.html' title='perception!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-111206423334370017</id><published>2005-03-28T23:13:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-03-28T23:13:53.346-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Change!</title><content type='html'>Everyone thinks about changing the world,&lt;br /&gt;but noone thinks about changing themselves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-111206423334370017?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/111206423334370017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=111206423334370017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111206423334370017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111206423334370017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/03/change.html' title='Change!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-111195912803448417</id><published>2005-03-27T18:01:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-03-27T18:02:08.036-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Experience!</title><content type='html'>Experience is a hard teacher, she gives the test fist and the test afterawards. We all go through experiences in our life. Some good ones, some bad ones. Some will be in the back of our head for a long time and some we just tend to wipe it off our memory cells. Just because the sun didnt rise for a week, doesnt mean the summer is never going to come. Its very tempting to think like that, but at times it can be deceiving. Experiences are like skid marks on the asphalt, u will be able to see the marks long time after the marks were made. My point is just because we had a bad experience about something in the past, is it really fare to say the outcome will be the same just because it didnt favor us the last time. Maybe it will or maybe it won't. The likelihood would still be fifty fifty depending on what we are talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-111195912803448417?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/111195912803448417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=111195912803448417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111195912803448417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111195912803448417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/03/experience.html' title='Experience!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-111195890491110670</id><published>2005-03-27T17:58:00.001-03:30</published><updated>2005-03-27T18:07:51.770-03:30</updated><title type='text'>You will be loved!</title><content type='html'>There will always be people who will love you in life, people who will despise you, even though for no reason, and then people who will hate you, for no specific reason. Someone once said, the friends and the circle we create around us is what we actually are;reflecting ourselves. I know there will be a lot of people that will love me, A lot more will hate me. But, i have learnt to focus on the people that love. Its just the good feeling when u know that there are people, even u dont talk to them everyday. I am just feeling good right now, although today was by far not the very best day i had, and the kina sitautions i got into.But its like someone telling me " Just know that you're loved all the time." Nothing can beat that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-111195890491110670?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/111195890491110670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=111195890491110670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111195890491110670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111195890491110670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-will-be-loved.html' title='You will be loved!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-111195910859364304</id><published>2005-03-27T17:58:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-03-27T18:01:48.596-03:30</updated><title type='text'>A dream come true!</title><content type='html'>It feels like a dream,&lt;br /&gt;a perfect dream!&lt;br /&gt;As short as it was,&lt;br /&gt;The moments were the best i ever had!&lt;br /&gt;Some people belive in dreams,&lt;br /&gt;While others dont!&lt;br /&gt;The dream was short lived,&lt;br /&gt;But cant deny the fact&lt;br /&gt;That it happened!&lt;br /&gt;I look back,&lt;br /&gt;and can't find a single moment where i didn't enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;The time where nothing mattered,&lt;br /&gt;Things made sense,&lt;br /&gt;and everything felt right at place!&lt;br /&gt;Yes i lived a dream!&lt;br /&gt;A perfect dream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-111195910859364304?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/111195910859364304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=111195910859364304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111195910859364304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111195910859364304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/03/dream-come-true.html' title='A dream come true!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-111195881547244380</id><published>2005-03-27T17:54:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-03-27T17:56:55.473-03:30</updated><title type='text'>As you wish!</title><content type='html'>How would u expect me to know you!&lt;br /&gt;When u shut the doors on me,&lt;br /&gt;How would u expect me to see you,&lt;br /&gt;When u turn ur back on me!&lt;br /&gt;How would u expect me to understand you!&lt;br /&gt;When u walk away from me!&lt;br /&gt;but then again,&lt;br /&gt;Do u really want me to know you?&lt;br /&gt;We all look for explanations, dont we!&lt;br /&gt;But then again,&lt;br /&gt;Certain things dont need any explanations, coz certain things are, because thats how it is.&lt;br /&gt;Your company will be greatly missed!&lt;br /&gt;Especially when i will be stuck in traffic! and much more&lt;br /&gt;but then again,&lt;br /&gt;Where wishes are so hard to come by,&lt;br /&gt;this is the least i could do,&lt;br /&gt;As they say, Your wish is my command!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-111195881547244380?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/111195881547244380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=111195881547244380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111195881547244380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111195881547244380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/03/as-you-wish.html' title='As you wish!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-111195864635412246</id><published>2005-03-27T17:52:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-03-27T17:54:06.356-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Expectations!</title><content type='html'>From the time i remember, i have always had expectations. I never gave a thought about how high the expectations should be or what kind of expectations are valid. Thinking about it, having expecation does make u vulnerable to the emotions there-after. I believe not to expect anything is kina like saying " I dont care." well yes i say that sometimes but do we really mean it when we say it. Having expecations and hoping that one day it would come true is one driving force that moves us forward. However, having high expectations may lead to dissapointments, it may also lead to having your dream fulfilled. But then again in this cynical world, well life is so fast these days, that every moment there is change going around and its really hard to keep up with. I try to be positive but then again lot of times my negative thoughts take over and i tend to be harsh on myself.I am a year older now since last year, and i have mixed emotions withing me as i write this. A part of me is proud of myself while the other part of me says u are not where u are suppose to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-111195864635412246?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/111195864635412246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=111195864635412246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111195864635412246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111195864635412246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/03/expectations.html' title='Expectations!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-111177257397338850</id><published>2005-03-25T14:12:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-03-25T14:12:53.976-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Today was the day when i first opened my eyes! Today was the day when my mother first looked at me and said " You are adorable!" Today was the day when my dad jumped off the couch and said Its my son! As i remember my past today, and hope for the best in coming years. I cherish the moment i have learned from I thank my friends for being there for me! I thank my family for supporting me in every venture. I have come a along way, and i still have a long way to go. I feel proud looking back, but my journey has just begun. As i enjoy every minute today, trying to put together all the good momories. Happy Birthday to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-111177257397338850?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/111177257397338850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=111177257397338850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111177257397338850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111177257397338850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-111118873540888440</id><published>2005-03-18T19:58:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-03-18T20:02:15.410-03:30</updated><title type='text'>A million dollar!</title><content type='html'>U are my million dollar baby!&lt;br /&gt;U are priceless to me!&lt;br /&gt;Dont u shy away !&lt;br /&gt;Coz u are so much precious to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-111118873540888440?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/111118873540888440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=111118873540888440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111118873540888440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111118873540888440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/03/million-dollar.html' title='A million dollar!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-111084294096992543</id><published>2005-03-14T19:58:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-03-14T19:59:00.970-03:30</updated><title type='text'>think about it !</title><content type='html'>"All of the animals except man know that&lt;br /&gt;the principal business of life is to enjoy it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-111084294096992543?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/111084294096992543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=111084294096992543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111084294096992543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111084294096992543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/03/think-about-it.html' title='think about it !'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-111067941471489637</id><published>2005-03-12T22:30:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-03-12T22:33:34.716-03:30</updated><title type='text'>When darkness falls!</title><content type='html'>Thinking back, I never liked the darkness. Infact , I used to be scared of the darkness, I always had this feeling of someone watching me, Some alien would pop out of the dark and hurt me or even seize me! I have changed and so has the darkness, well at least to me. Every night I look forward for the darkness to fall, so I can enjoy the beauty it brings everywhere. I like going on a lone ride during the night, I love the way the City looks during the night, I love to go the harbor and just take a walk. I love staying out late and wait for the dawn to finally take over the darkness, I love everything when darkness falls, I even get more energy from somewhere ( I have not a morning person). I don’t feel somebody is watching m anymore; rather I feel I am the one who is doing the surveillance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When darkness falls,&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I own the world,&lt;br /&gt;When darkness falls,&lt;br /&gt;I feel sky is the limit.&lt;br /&gt;When darkness falls,&lt;br /&gt;Something within me sparks.&lt;br /&gt;When darkness falls&lt;br /&gt;I feel energized.&lt;br /&gt;When darkness falls,&lt;br /&gt;I feel nothing can stop me.&lt;br /&gt;When darkness falls,&lt;br /&gt;Its time to wait…&lt;br /&gt;For just another day!&lt;br /&gt;And hope that the along with the rays of the sun&lt;br /&gt;There is something good in store for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-111067941471489637?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/111067941471489637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=111067941471489637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111067941471489637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111067941471489637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/03/when-darkness-falls.html' title='When darkness falls!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-111065785909849314</id><published>2005-03-12T16:28:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-03-12T16:34:19.100-03:30</updated><title type='text'>shoot for the stars!</title><content type='html'>when u reach for the stars you may not quite get one,&lt;br /&gt;but you won't come with a handful of mud either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-111065785909849314?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/111065785909849314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=111065785909849314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111065785909849314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111065785909849314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/03/shoot-for-stars.html' title='shoot for the stars!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-111024582343657040</id><published>2005-03-07T21:37:00.001-03:30</published><updated>2005-03-07T22:17:31.163-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Baby steps!</title><content type='html'>Somtimes life can be so overwhelming and so many things are bombarded towards us, that we totally forget to see whats on the other side. Things change everyday and so do people, as change is envitable.why are we so hard on ourselves somtimes, Why are we mad at ourselves. Well these are the symptoms u go through, then u are not alone. I go through that every morning . I hate  waking up in the morning. I was so enthused in the beginning of the semester to do really good , but i have failed to live upto my expectations so far. Havent done that good, and havent done that bad either. I just cant focus these days or even sit in one place for couple of hours. Well hopefully next week, i am getting a break from school, definately could use the spring break. Hopefully that will help me rejuvinate and help me get through the semester. I have decided to take one day at a time and not be hard on myself, Baby steps really works. Being good, being on top of things and being happy are things we learn everyday and sometimes things will go wrong, As they say, if u find a path with no obstacles, that will probably lead u nowhere. So hey! if u have dreams and u are heading somewhere, expect the unexpected!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-111024582343657040?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/111024582343657040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=111024582343657040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111024582343657040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111024582343657040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/03/baby-steps_07.html' title='Baby steps!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-111024406132541223</id><published>2005-03-07T21:37:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-03-07T21:37:41.326-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Baby steps!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-111024406132541223?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/111024406132541223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=111024406132541223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111024406132541223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111024406132541223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/03/baby-steps.html' title='Baby steps!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-111005183858964730</id><published>2005-03-05T16:06:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-03-05T16:13:58.590-03:30</updated><title type='text'>welcome to blogosphere!</title><content type='html'>This may sound like odd news to you! since its entirely possible u still dont know what a blog is? If u are in the dark, go to the search engine and type in the word "blog".&lt;br /&gt;The average blogger according to a survey is a teenage girl who updates her site couple of times a month with the latest 411 about her prom dress or which Olsen twin she, like, really likes.&lt;br /&gt;" the revolution will be blogged," but the revolution isnt about blogging!&lt;br /&gt;23,000 blogs are created everyday, or roughly one every three seconds. Lets assume out of those 10 excellent must-read blogs are created everyday. That means every single day 22,990 new blogs on the internet that almost nobody, save a small group of friends and co-workers, will ever read or care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: Washington times, A13, March5,2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-111005183858964730?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/111005183858964730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=111005183858964730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111005183858964730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/111005183858964730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/03/welcome-to-blogosphere.html' title='welcome to blogosphere!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110996401957914246</id><published>2005-03-04T15:48:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-03-07T13:03:14.906-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Baby Cmmonn......</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i feel like i need a place&lt;br /&gt;To run away to!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is stressing me,&lt;br /&gt;dont know What to do!&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and pray,&lt;br /&gt;Wish u were around!&lt;br /&gt;Baby cmmon....&lt;br /&gt;My heaven on earth is in your eyes!&lt;br /&gt;Baby cmmon..&lt;br /&gt;Say u wanna a better life!&lt;br /&gt;I have spent a long time searching for peace of mind!&lt;br /&gt;But nothing scrolls down!&lt;br /&gt;I could search seven seas and beyond and lose glory,&lt;br /&gt;coz You are what i am looking for!&lt;br /&gt;Baby cmmon....&lt;br /&gt;My heaven on earth is in your eyes!&lt;br /&gt;Baby cmmonn..&lt;br /&gt;Say u wanna a better life!&lt;br /&gt;I am always working for a deadline,&lt;br /&gt;with no end in sight!&lt;br /&gt;Dreamt about a perfect world,&lt;br /&gt;But my perfect world is with you!&lt;br /&gt;Baby cmmon....&lt;br /&gt;My heaven on earth is in your eyes!&lt;br /&gt;Baby cmmon...&lt;br /&gt;Say u wanna better life..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110996401957914246?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110996401957914246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110996401957914246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110996401957914246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110996401957914246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/03/baby-cmmonn.html' title='Baby Cmmonn......'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110990369192443136</id><published>2005-03-03T22:54:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-03-03T23:06:51.303-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Are u Rich or Are u Wealthy?</title><content type='html'>Rich and Wealthy: Terms we use pretty much everyday, however can mean very different things in reality. You can be rich but not wealthy. You can be wealthy but not rich, OR you can be both rich and wealthy at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;A person wins a lottery and becomes stinky rich; He gets a huge mansion, expensive clothes, cars, maids, he's got it all! Ten years down the road he files for bankruptcy ( this happened in a real life, a man who won a lottery in 1992 filed a bankruptcy in 2002 in D.C). The person although very rich, didnt quite know how to handle his money. Hence he was rich, but he could never reach the wealthy status.&lt;br /&gt;A person might own a lot of shares and might have lot of investments, But at the same time might not have immediate cash to buy a Rolls Royce. The person is not rich but he is wealthy. He knows how to make his money work for him. There are people who are both rich and wealthy. Bill Gates and Oparah Winfrey would be one of those few rich and wealthy around. Wealth is something that comes with time and lot of hard work and planning. Being rich is something a lot of us will attain someday, but being wealthy is something a lot of wish we would be able to attain.&lt;br /&gt;All boils down to perception: The way we chose to see things!&lt;br /&gt;The tool we use to make decesions!&lt;br /&gt;The way we live LIFE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110990369192443136?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110990369192443136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110990369192443136' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110990369192443136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110990369192443136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/03/are-u-rich-or-are-u-wealthy.html' title='Are u Rich or Are u Wealthy?'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110955361450595380</id><published>2005-02-27T21:17:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-02-27T21:50:14.506-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Nature, rules and custom</title><content type='html'>We Think According To The Nature;&lt;br /&gt;We Speak According To Rules;&lt;br /&gt;                    BUT&lt;br /&gt;We Act According To The Custom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110955361450595380?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110955361450595380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110955361450595380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110955361450595380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110955361450595380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/02/nature-rules-and-custom.html' title='Nature, rules and custom'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110944225888528015</id><published>2005-02-26T14:46:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-02-26T23:55:44.740-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Stop it!</title><content type='html'>How would u percieve," having an argument". While most of us think its healthy in any kind of relationship, some people would rather not disagree with some things and just accept what they hear. I am a strong disbeliever of that. Having an argument is like analyzing things, ideas or for that matter any subject. There is no simple argument like i am right and u are wrong, or i am wrong and u are right. Rather its merely expanding the ideas to another level. You cant always win an argument, neither can u always lose. Its not about who wins, its what u get out of having an argument. A winner is who can think differently and have their minds open for different perspectives. Healthy argument is vital for any kind of relationship and thats one thing that u always get into. Be it movie picks, a political matter, chosing between a highway or a local road, or chosing between Mcdonalds or Wendies. No matter what kind of argument u are into, never end your sentence with these two words,"STOP IT!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110944225888528015?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110944225888528015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110944225888528015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110944225888528015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110944225888528015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/02/stop-it.html' title='Stop it!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110940455465695318</id><published>2005-02-26T04:19:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-02-26T04:25:54.656-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Tori Amos!</title><content type='html'>When i first heard her song titled, " A Sorta Fairly Tale", I just fell in love with that song. Tori Amos, one of my favorite artist is releasing a new album called "The Beekeeper". I was just skimming through the newspaper today  and i saw an article about Tori Amos and The Beekeeper in the metro section. I admire her becoz she has this uncanny ability of getting people's attention. You dont usually see her in T.V commercials like Britney Spears or Beyonce everyday. However, she has her own distinct group of audience. Her songs are different; every songs of hers tells a story; every song has a mysterious touch to it. Even the music videos are well thought and planned. Its a great treat to watch her perform. The new album" The Beekeeper" was made in her hometown Cornwall, England, where she now lives with her husband Mark Hawley ( also her sound engineer) and their daughter. I am definately getting her new album once it hits the stores!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110940455465695318?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110940455465695318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110940455465695318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110940455465695318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110940455465695318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/02/tori-amos.html' title='Tori Amos!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110922841830494186</id><published>2005-02-24T03:21:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-02-24T03:30:18.306-03:30</updated><title type='text'>White lies!</title><content type='html'>I was talking with a colleage the other day and he was telling me about this 17 year old boy who had robbed a bank and got caught.&lt;br /&gt;This happened in a investigation room with two detectives and the kid( lets name it billy).&lt;br /&gt;The investigators are trying to have billy confess so they can wrap up the case and be on their way. After many tries, Billy still doesnt admit to his crime. A third detective enters the room and hands a note to one of the detective inside. Its a note from Billy's mom. The detective looks at the note, pauses for  a moment and tells the boy, " Well, its a note from your mother, and it says," Just trell the truth", and God will take care of you." The boy thinks for a little bit and then confesses his crime thinking that his mom wanted him to do that. Well the boy got sent to the correction facility for a long time and case was closed. Later Billy found out the note read," Dont tell them anything, i am getting a lawyer!!".&lt;br /&gt;Well how bad is to lie to someone, is it always bad to lie?? Is there something called "white lie"&lt;br /&gt;The detectives obviously lied to get the job done, and i guess there was no harm done...&lt;br /&gt;Well, lying is something we all do, To what extent, depends on the individual. Sure i have lied, but those were all "white lies!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110922841830494186?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110922841830494186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110922841830494186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110922841830494186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110922841830494186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/02/white-lies.html' title='White lies!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110882501817723173</id><published>2005-02-19T11:22:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-02-19T11:26:58.180-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Lets do some Maths!</title><content type='html'>Chemistry — that totally intangible but utterly crucial element that can turn a dud into a dude, a Betty into a babe — can be hard to measure. Is your attraction based on a true spark, or just a passing fancy? Is that really chemistry you're feeling or simply indigestion? Take this love litmus test to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When we're out, strangers often ask us:&lt;br /&gt;• When the divorce is final. (Score = 1)&lt;br /&gt;• Why we're together. (Score = 2)&lt;br /&gt;• If this is our first date. (Score = 3)&lt;br /&gt;• How long we've been married. (Score = 4)&lt;br /&gt;• If we're together. (Score = -1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There's a lull in the conversation, the two of you:&lt;br /&gt;• Hardly notice. (Score - 1)&lt;br /&gt;• Welcome the break from arguing. (Score = 2)&lt;br /&gt;• Are glad to give up on the awkward chit-chat. (Score = 3)&lt;br /&gt;• Are happy to gaze into each others eyes and quietly enjoy the time together. (Score = 4)&lt;br /&gt;• Don't care. (Score = -1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How close are you in public:&lt;br /&gt;• Not very. (Score = 1)&lt;br /&gt;• Toe-to-toe if the arguing gets heated. (Score = 2)&lt;br /&gt;• We brush up against each other sometimes. (Score = 3)&lt;br /&gt;• Holding hands or arm-in-arm. (Score = 4)&lt;br /&gt;• We don't go out much together. (Score = -1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How do you interact while talking among a group of friends:&lt;br /&gt;• Vie for center stage. (Score = 1)&lt;br /&gt;• Interrupt each other constantly. (Score = 2)&lt;br /&gt;• Respectfully wait for the other to finish talking. (Score = 3)&lt;br /&gt;• Complete each other's sentences and thoughts in a loving way. (Score = 4)&lt;br /&gt;• We don't. (Score = -1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When a problem arises, how do you solve it.&lt;br /&gt;• It festers till one of us explodes. (Score = 1)&lt;br /&gt;• Argue till someone gives in. (Score = 2)&lt;br /&gt;• One of us concedes to keep the other happy. (Score = 3)&lt;br /&gt;• Work together calming and respectfully to find a workable solution. (Score = 4)&lt;br /&gt;• We break up. (Score = -1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your scoreLess than 0: You barely have a relationship, much less chemistry. Why not cut each other a break and make this relationship history, instead?0-5: If there was any chemistry between you, it's been long gone. Make it final and move on.6-10: Arguing can be a byproduct of an underlying passion, but it's not healthy. You're better students of drama than chemistry. 11-15: Hard to tell with you two. Study up on your horticulture and see if you can get your love to bloom.16-20: Congratulations on passing the litmus test. Your relationship is full of good chemistry. Go to the head of the class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work cited: msn dating and personal:Love litmus test: Do you have chemistry?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110882501817723173?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110882501817723173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110882501817723173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110882501817723173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110882501817723173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/02/lets-do-some-maths.html' title='Lets do some Maths!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110861738772502947</id><published>2005-02-17T01:42:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-02-17T01:46:27.726-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Midnight!</title><content type='html'>Staring at the clock, listening to "intangible love", books on my side. ALthough i know i have a paper due tomorrow and if i really put an effort i will finish it, i just dont feel like doing it. I will miss my first class tomorrow, coz i dont feel like waking up 6 in the morning. I just cant seem to focus right now, having these random thoughts, even i dont know why its popping in my mind, things that even dont make sense. Anyways i will call it night and try to sleep it away, hoping to have a better day tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110861738772502947?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110861738772502947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110861738772502947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110861738772502947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110861738772502947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/02/midnight.html' title='Midnight!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110852399807983241</id><published>2005-02-15T23:48:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-02-15T23:49:58.080-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Leave me alone</title><content type='html'>I have the right to be wrong&lt;br /&gt;My mistakes will make me strong&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have wings so I have never flown&lt;br /&gt;Got home on my own&lt;br /&gt;So just leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a right to be wrong&lt;br /&gt;Got held too long&lt;br /&gt;So I can breathe&lt;br /&gt;Sure feels to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U are entitled to your opinion&lt;br /&gt;But u cant change my decision&lt;br /&gt;Got home on my own&lt;br /&gt;So just do me a favor&lt;br /&gt;and leave me alone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110852399807983241?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110852399807983241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110852399807983241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110852399807983241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110852399807983241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/02/leave-me-alone.html' title='Leave me alone'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110851732768851816</id><published>2005-02-15T21:49:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-02-15T22:02:47.203-03:30</updated><title type='text'>You will die!</title><content type='html'>Yes you will, i will and everyone else will. Death is a bitter truth about being human. It doesnt stop us from living everday. Some people think about it more while some people think less about it. Humans hope for eternal life. Well the body dies, soul never dies; it lives for ever. Memory is what keeps us alive. The good deeds/bad deeds we did will always be there. Someone will always miss you and someone will be always there who would wish u were still there. Maybe there is life after death, maybe there is hell and there is heaven, but who knows where exactly we all will end up. The only thing we can do is hope for the best and expect the worst!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110851732768851816?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110851732768851816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110851732768851816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110851732768851816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110851732768851816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-will-die.html' title='You will die!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110841586576844950</id><published>2005-02-14T17:43:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-02-14T17:55:16.090-03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you!I love you!I love you!I love you!I love you!I love you!I love you!I love you!&lt;br /&gt;I love you!I love you!I love you!I love you!I love you!I love you!I love you!&lt;br /&gt;I love you!I love you!I love you!I love you!I love you!&lt;br /&gt;I love you!I love you!I love you!&lt;br /&gt;I love you!I love you!I love you!I love you!I love you!&lt;br /&gt;I love you!I love you!I love you!I love you!I love you!I love you!I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;DO I??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110841586576844950?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110841586576844950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110841586576844950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110841586576844950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110841586576844950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-love-youi-love-youi-love-youi-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110841290518050990</id><published>2005-02-14T16:51:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-02-14T16:58:25.180-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Pain!</title><content type='html'>We all have experienced it somwhere, some time and its not over till u sleep forever.&lt;br /&gt;Its painful to lift 150 pounds, its painful to eat when u are suffering from toncil infection, its painful to study day and night when u are loaded with schoolwork, its painful to spend all the money when all the bills are due the following day, its painful to drive on the beltway on a friay evening rush hour. its painful when u get a flat tire in the middle of nowhere and your cell phone dies on you. No matter what kind of pain we go through, looking at the bright side, the pain will eventually go away, and all we got to do is keep our head kooll... A pain is not a pain if does not hurt, A happy person is not happy if he doesnt have that glowing face, and most of all&lt;br /&gt;Its not about How u fall down, its all about how fast u bounce back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110841290518050990?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110841290518050990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110841290518050990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110841290518050990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110841290518050990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/02/pain.html' title='Pain!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110830767857967626</id><published>2005-02-13T11:39:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-02-13T11:44:38.580-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Dont piss me off!!</title><content type='html'>The worst thing u can do is to judge someone before even u get to know them, Jumping into conclusions before even u know the whole picture. why do u judge me, why do u think u know me?? when u dont?&lt;br /&gt;Pisses me offfffff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110830767857967626?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110830767857967626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110830767857967626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110830767857967626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110830767857967626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/02/dont-piss-me-off.html' title='Dont piss me off!!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110826409560010690</id><published>2005-02-12T23:35:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-02-12T23:40:43.550-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why do u feel like u are powerless sometimes. Why do u feel like u can walk no further, why do u feel like u can eat no more, why do u feel like u can take it no more, why do u feel u need a break, why do u cry like its the end of the world, why do u laugh so much like there is no tomorrow, why do u look at me in a way that makes me feel that u are saying something, why do i feel like u are hiding something from me, Why is what i ask and why is i what i end up with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110826409560010690?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110826409560010690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110826409560010690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110826409560010690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110826409560010690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/02/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110817389765670457</id><published>2005-02-11T22:34:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-02-11T22:56:11.863-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Some Thoughts!</title><content type='html'>"To believe everyone is  honest would be folly.&lt;br /&gt;To believe none so, is something worse!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are u one of those who believe in&lt;br /&gt;" Learning gives you pleasure!"&lt;br /&gt;Or one of those who believes in&lt;br /&gt;" Pleasure is key to learning!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While both of em can be argued. The first one is used during early ages, The second one is used these days. Well think about kindagarden, why do u think kids play lot of word games and different kind of fun stuff to do in school? Because if kids are having fun, they learn and they will come to school the following day.&lt;br /&gt;Just the opposite in college. Its no fun writing a 50 page research paper, but we still gotto do it, coz we pay money for it and we have no other choice but to do it if we want to graduate. Bottom line, do it or fail it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110817389765670457?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110817389765670457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110817389765670457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110817389765670457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110817389765670457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/02/some-thoughts.html' title='Some Thoughts!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110798857183692363</id><published>2005-02-09T19:05:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-02-09T19:31:33.606-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Y=MX+C</title><content type='html'>The equation of a straight line. Consider Y is YOU. M being a variable and X being the family members.&lt;br /&gt;C is a constant which can be your job.&lt;br /&gt;So what are the things that bring changes to your life? Well one thing no matter if u have a job or not, u will always be connected to your family which would be MX. But your life quality will definitely change depending on whether u have a job or not. But If the "MX" fluctuates, being if u lose someone in the family or get married or have kids, that will bring a great change in your life. While removing C, the equation will still be a straight line while any changes in MX will be a drastic change and it will be more like a curve, which can be associated with a big change in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Well its not scientifically proven, but its something to think about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110798857183692363?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110798857183692363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110798857183692363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110798857183692363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110798857183692363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/02/ymxc.html' title='Y=MX+C'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110791514228503839</id><published>2005-02-08T22:36:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-02-08T22:42:22.286-03:30</updated><title type='text'>It Goes!</title><content type='html'>" A woman is one divorce away from poverty!" Although not quite so these days, it used to very much true in earlier days when women were not considered equal counterpart in the workforce. The prenup signing, and the womens' world these days, it could be the other way around " A man is one divorce away from poverty!" and it is a very real scenerio! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110791514228503839?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110791514228503839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110791514228503839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110791514228503839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110791514228503839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/02/it-goes.html' title='It Goes!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110779887972205719</id><published>2005-02-07T14:24:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-02-07T14:24:39.723-03:30</updated><title type='text'>They did it!</title><content type='html'>They needed to win, they did win, and they deserve the win. Patriots won the championship last night in a classic way. All the hypes and all the trash talk from Eagles is all  history now. A hero was born yesterday. Deion branch, who didn’t exist till last night was a huge impact in the game. Now almost everyone in America is talking about him. A brand new convertible Cadillac CTS with a logo saying “ Superbowl XXXIX MVP” just added a sweet taste to his success. All it took was 60 minutes to make history.&lt;br /&gt;Well The Superbowl championship although did happen in one evening, I am sure it did take a lot of hard work in everyone’s part. I had the liberty to watch the game in a 5 inch small tv at my work place and the reception was so bad I could hardly figure out where the ball was. Well I didn’t enjoy the picture as I wanted to but I still watched the game. It was one heck of a game as the spectators were held to their edge of the seat till the last 9 seconds. Every play was well planned. Talking about perfection, hard work and focus, the game had it all. While losing is never a fun thing, Eagles put on a heck of a show and Terrell Owens was phenomenal even with his injured ankle. I wanted Patriots to win and they did exactly what they were there to do.&lt;br /&gt;All said and done Superbowl is over and the fans got what they wanted to see, well except for the outcome. You cannot have an outcome that will satisfy millions of people.&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, a fun game that will be remembered for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110779887972205719?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110779887972205719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110779887972205719' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110779887972205719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110779887972205719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/02/they-did-it.html' title='They did it!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110763024857703992</id><published>2005-02-05T15:24:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-02-05T15:37:35.156-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Courage!</title><content type='html'>Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather our ability to conquer the fear within us. Courage is what it takes to get things done in life. Courage is what it takes to be happy in life. Courage is what it takes to get up in the morning. Courage is what it takes to ask a raise with your boss. Courage is what it takes to start a business, Courage is what it takes to settle down in life. Courage is what it takes to cruise hundred miles an hour. Courage is what it takes to make decessions without knowing the consequences. Courage is what it takes to forgive people. Courage is what it takes to accept your fault. Courage, a simple word which we all know has a deeper meaning to it. Life without courage is like having a car without the wheels. The only way u could move the car is the hard way, have 10 people push the car and maybe it will move an  inch. Courage , the driving force, we all need it, we all have it, we just forget that sometimes.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110763024857703992?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110763024857703992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110763024857703992' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110763024857703992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110763024857703992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/02/courage.html' title='Courage!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110762784629810295</id><published>2005-02-05T14:22:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-02-05T15:09:20.243-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Is it possible?</title><content type='html'>Can u be at two places at the same time? hmmm....No, is what i said and lot of u guys would agree with me. But the correct answer is yes u can be in two places at the same time. Well technically speaking. Can u be optimistic and pessimistic at the same time? hmm... yes, arguable. Imagine this, a very thirsty person gulping water from a glass, The first sight when he sees the water, Optimistic part kicks in as he sees that he can drink the glass of water, But as he drinks the water and sees the water level going down, the pessimistic side kicks in as he is still thirsty. Well if u draw a graph betweem optimism and pessimism there will be a point where these two lines meet and thats the spot where u can be both optismistic and pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;Being in two places at the same time, well i do that every day. How? well when i am crossing the american legion bridge which the boarder between Virginia and Maryland. So there is this moment while i cross the bridge, I am at two places at the same time, no matter how short that moment is, but i do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110762784629810295?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110762784629810295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110762784629810295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110762784629810295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110762784629810295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/02/is-it-possible.html' title='Is it possible?'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110753468225103595</id><published>2005-02-04T13:54:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-02-04T13:07:07.940-03:30</updated><title type='text'>what???</title><content type='html'>Do cows really have four stomach?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they have four stomach and guess ninety percent of the time all they eat is grass, yet four stomach, why? well just got enlightened today in this regard so let me enlighten u guys too. Dont get bored. Cows have these four pouches which have different wierd names which i am not getting into but referred to as stomach. Well isnt it wierd though humans have such a variety of food to chose from and we consume so many differnt kinds of food every single day and we get to have one stomach while cows get four........... Its to do with the digestion process that plants are more harder to digest than meat, so thats that......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110753468225103595?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110753468225103595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110753468225103595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110753468225103595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110753468225103595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/02/what.html' title='what???'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110740897022834176</id><published>2005-02-03T02:05:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-02-03T02:06:10.226-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Ready Or Not Here I Come!</title><content type='html'>The sun will rise every day no matter what, Sun sets every day no matter what.  Winter will come no matter what. Rain will fall not matter what. You will fall in love no matter what. You will hate somebody no matter what. You will have a beautiful day no matter what, You will have crazy days no matter what. Things will happen when they are meant to and there is nothing we could do about it except to welcome it and make in work in a way that work for us. So why waste time thinking about it. Enjoyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110740897022834176?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110740897022834176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110740897022834176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110740897022834176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110740897022834176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/02/ready-or-not-here-i-come.html' title='Ready Or Not Here I Come!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110737013189585990</id><published>2005-02-02T15:17:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-02-02T15:21:09.733-03:30</updated><title type='text'>testimonial obituary???</title><content type='html'>Well this was supposedly was suppose to be my obituary but it turned out something else.....&lt;br /&gt;enjoyyyyyy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="bluetxt" href="http://www.hi5.com/friend/displayProfile.do?userid=2725400"&gt;Jegan&lt;/a&gt; says: Hello my Friend...:) I'd like you to take a moment and listen to THE music that is playing right now as you read this. You know, when composers sit down to compose the music and write the lyrics to a song, they must have had friends like you and me in mind....... as it says so much about the way I feel about you. We share so much of our lives with each other. I feel as though I've known you forever. There’s a comfortability between us....and it creates such a nice warm feeling....and yet its amazing to me how I am still learning new things about you during our times together. Sometimes we are so serious and yet, within the same conversation, we can get so silly all of a sudden.....like kids........forgetting for the moment all of lives problems and we laugh so hard......as we enjoy each others company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110737013189585990?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110737013189585990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110737013189585990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110737013189585990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110737013189585990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/02/testimonial-obituary.html' title='testimonial obituary???'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110736940652094041</id><published>2005-02-02T15:02:00.001-03:30</published><updated>2005-02-02T16:56:12.786-03:30</updated><title type='text'>U know something!</title><content type='html'>Complications are inevitable and really depends who u ask, is walking on the street really hard? Go ask a three year old baby or a person who is in crutches. Is driving really hard? Go and ask people whose license have been suspended coz they had three accidents and they don’t seem to be able to stay away from other cars. Don’t expect life to be easy! That’s what I keep telling myself these days. I woke up this morning really tired coz I have been having these hectic days. I missed my class and tried to get some more sleep. I still don’t feel better, rather I am still tired and in about 30 minutes I have to get ready to go to work. I should have gone to class this morning, I could have got something out of the lecture, instead trying to get some x-tra hour of sleep it really didn’t help.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is easy and everything can be hard, all depends on how u perceive it I guess.&lt;br /&gt;My life is not easy, and I don’t think anyone’s life is easy, well except some people that u can count in your fingers. What’s easy for you is not easy for me and what’s complicated to you is not complicated to me. So u know what I am going to try to convert all my complications into piece of cake. How? Well I will let u know as soon as I figure it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110736940652094041?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110736940652094041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110736940652094041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110736940652094041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110736940652094041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/02/u-know-something_02.html' title='U know something!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110729545303751287</id><published>2005-02-01T18:33:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-02-01T18:34:13.036-03:30</updated><title type='text'>keep walking!</title><content type='html'>If only our life was like the highways that we drive through everyday. Driving through you see these Exit signs every minute which tells you the exit number, the place it takes you and direction it will take you. Its very good information as we know exactly what to expect after we take the exit. Wouldn't it be nice if our life had signs posted like that or some kina magical thing that would tell us about what it would lead us to after we make certain decisions. Life is all about choices we make. We drink coffee instead of tea, we go to school instead of going out shopping, we get up early instead of getting 12 hour sleep. We chose a major and graduate. Yet lot of the times we end of doing things in life or settle for things that we had never thought about. And a lot of times we are completely unaware of the circumstances that we will have to face after making certain choices. I guess this uncertainty in our lives makes us wonder and adds that "element of suprise" so life doesn't get too boring while pursuing our dreams, whatever they might be. As they say if u start walking the path to your dreams, u will get somewhere even if the dream we have is not fulfilled..so keep walking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110729545303751287?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110729545303751287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110729545303751287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110729545303751287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110729545303751287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/02/keep-walking.html' title='keep walking!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110721712000228285</id><published>2005-01-31T20:46:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-01-31T20:48:40.003-03:30</updated><title type='text'>The horizon!</title><content type='html'>Far far away&lt;br /&gt;I know u are there somewhere&lt;br /&gt;The blonde curly hair,&lt;br /&gt; Oh!! I say it's very lovely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Some good and bad times&lt;br /&gt; We went through together,&lt;br /&gt; Mixed emotions with&lt;br /&gt; A lot of interesting days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sometimes I feel u are right next to me,&lt;br /&gt; Although u are somewhere across the sea.&lt;br /&gt; I long to talk to you,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what u might be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles, arguments, and getting into trouble,&lt;br /&gt; We were always there for each other.&lt;br /&gt;Did stupid things at times,&lt;br /&gt; Regret is not an option,&lt;br /&gt; As I cherish each and every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely want to see you again someday,&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope that's not far away,&lt;br /&gt; I will always admire you&lt;br /&gt;As u showed me a different dimension in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You are a strong person,&lt;br /&gt; With lots of confidence and a little negligent,&lt;br /&gt; I wish u had never gone away,&lt;br /&gt;As your company will always be missed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110721712000228285?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110721712000228285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110721712000228285' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110721712000228285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110721712000228285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/01/horizon.html' title='The horizon!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110721388276225796</id><published>2005-01-31T19:53:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-01-31T19:54:42.763-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Porsche or Ferrari!</title><content type='html'>It is a big quandary when u think about buying a car worth more that 300,000 or even 150,000. Yes i know lot of zero’s in it. When you go out to buy an ordinary car, you probably use statistics like the crash test, the reliability, horsepower, fuel efficiency and maybe recall histories. But what about when deciding between Porsche or Ferrari? Well in an interview taken with the President of Porsche, Peter schwarzenbauer says it’s like a Religion. He says,"Either you believe in Ferrari or you believe in Porsche." Well I guess that’s what u do, I wouldn’t know, well at least right now. But hey! If I were to chose between luxury cars, I would still say, nothing beats Audi but that’s just me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110721388276225796?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110721388276225796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110721388276225796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110721388276225796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110721388276225796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/01/porsche-or-ferrari.html' title='Porsche or Ferrari!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110719155623187194</id><published>2005-01-31T13:42:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-01-31T20:19:37.153-03:30</updated><title type='text'>The idea!</title><content type='html'>The idea was to get to school early so I have some spare time. Two and half hours is what it took me to get to school today. It wasn’t unusual especially after it had snowed yesterday. Temperature was below freezing. I headed out around 7, as soon as I made my first turn, hit the slow traffic, took me an hour alone just to cross three traffic lights. Later I could see the accident scene where a van and a car was involved, looked pretty bad, But that was my least concern as I headed to the beltway. It wasn’t any better, the traffic was barely crawling. I went to the Student health services to get a shot for TB screening or something, after talking to one of the counselor I was exempted which was a good news, I don’t like shots. As I was about to walk out of the door here comes the bad news. She hands me two forms which says I have to present a proof of the vaccine I received like 20 years ago, which I don’t have. My next option was to take shots (great!!). Now I need to take two shots by March 1st. I started walking out of the building trying to forget about the shots. After my biology class, heading to my car, slipped on the layer of ice, and almost had an accident, well wouldn’t have been a big one but wouldn’t have been fun either, in the parking lot. Just got home and now I am starving so let me go and get some food before I starve to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110719155623187194?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110719155623187194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110719155623187194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110719155623187194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110719155623187194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/01/idea.html' title='The idea!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110711886285231678</id><published>2005-01-30T17:28:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-01-30T17:31:02.856-03:30</updated><title type='text'>The White stuff!</title><content type='html'>White stuff falling down the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Touches the ground and gets frozen.&lt;br /&gt; With a lot of white stuff that covers,&lt;br /&gt;as i look around to find my "White car".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Its freaking cold!&lt;br /&gt;Is what I say,&lt;br /&gt; Scraping the windshield,&lt;br /&gt;I try to rush my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally on the road,&lt;br /&gt;With the heat turned on blast.&lt;br /&gt;Watching out for the fellow drivers,&lt;br /&gt;Tend to swerve around between the lanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out the window,&lt;br /&gt; The branches in the trees&lt;br /&gt;With a lot of white stuff&lt;br /&gt; Picture perfect!&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous! is what I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it, but I don't,&lt;br /&gt; Love to stay home,&lt;br /&gt;Love to look out of the window,&lt;br /&gt;Love to take a sip of my favorite coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Hate to go to school,&lt;br /&gt;And hate to drive and go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The capitol building!&lt;br /&gt; Looks whiter today.&lt;br /&gt;The highways and the trees between,&lt;br /&gt;Makes it look like a Camelot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock's ticking,&lt;br /&gt; As both the needles get ready,&lt;br /&gt;They will meet.&lt;br /&gt; And starts ticking till they meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still coming down,&lt;br /&gt;As I look outside.&lt;br /&gt; See no cars, and kids playing with snowballs,&lt;br /&gt; I am stuck here,&lt;br /&gt; as its still ticking,&lt;br /&gt;till they meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110711886285231678?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110711886285231678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110711886285231678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110711886285231678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110711886285231678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/01/white-stuff.html' title='The White stuff!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110705474791433237</id><published>2005-01-29T23:41:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-01-29T23:42:27.913-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Invisible!</title><content type='html'>Though invisible to me,&lt;br /&gt;U bring the best out within me,&lt;br /&gt;All this time I would wonder,&lt;br /&gt;U are were right there, to show me the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A task that will require a lot of commitment&lt;br /&gt;Lot of sacrifice with a little endangerment&lt;br /&gt;Something I could definitely achieve&lt;br /&gt;Focus, consistent and hard work is all I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven’t been this stressed in a while&lt;br /&gt;Lots of random thoughts floats around my head,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes open before the alarm strikes in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Excitement, with a little anguish is how I start my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee, in my one hand and trying to stay warm,&lt;br /&gt;Getting buckled up for crazy traffic storm,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that it wouldn’t be so bad,&lt;br /&gt;I get to the lot with few cars in em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heavy bagpack with expensive books,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how my day would be today,&lt;br /&gt;A short walk to the Johnson Center,&lt;br /&gt;Getting all set for a interesting day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110705474791433237?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110705474791433237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110705474791433237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110705474791433237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110705474791433237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/01/invisible.html' title='Invisible!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110705109005944725</id><published>2005-01-29T22:00:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-01-29T22:41:30.060-03:30</updated><title type='text'>How much is too much!</title><content type='html'>I was watching ESPN news today and the headlines said," A man in philadelphia had to get his fingers amputed because he forgot to wear the gloves while shovling the snow." A man in philadelpia last week was so excited about cleaning the the snow in the field for the game between Atlanta and Eagles last Sunday that he forgot to wear gloves and socks. he worked straight 30 hours. the field got cleared up for the game, Every seat was taken in the Financial field. Eagles played great football won the game and everyone including the Man who had worked all night was cheering the team as they lifted the trophy. Everything said and done the guy got sick and now has to amputate his fingers and most probably will be disabled for his life.  Well the guy still wishes that Eagles wins the Superbowl this weekend. I am sure there are lots of people in this world who are obsessed with certain things, be it sports, drugs, love,money or sex. How far should we go to get the things that we enjoy, things that we think we cannot do without! Its all in the human  mind; it is capable of doing anything. Mind, a wonderful treasure that we possess and use very less of during our life. As they say," Minds are like parachutes, they only work when they are open."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110705109005944725?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110705109005944725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110705109005944725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110705109005944725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110705109005944725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/01/how-much-is-too-much.html' title='How much is too much!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110693218034388732</id><published>2005-01-28T13:39:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-01-28T22:43:46.213-03:30</updated><title type='text'>A cup of tea!</title><content type='html'>We all hear it or say it—“ We should never forget our tradition, or Tradition is very important” The question is why is tradition so important and why is it vital to pass it on to next generation. Well one obvious answer would be coz our future generation know who they are and they have some knowledge about their ancestors. Every individual does or sees things differently which is very much influenced by the tradition. The way we were brought up is what comes into play. Making a cup of tea, a very simple process ( well excluding some people). Different ways of making it; we could boil the water first or boil milk and water or just make it in milk. We could put two spoons of sugar, we could add some lemon or ginger or boil it for 10 minutes. Why is it that people approach differently making a same cup of tea. Well one would argue because of the taste, People have their preference. Well if u have been drinking the tea your style and never tried in a different way, my question is how do u know that’s the kina tea that satisfies your taste. Tradition is the answer. I like my tea with a spoon of sugar and some milk, I like it luke warm. My mom, would be my influence, coz that’s the kind of tea I have been drinking since my childhood. Although I have tasted other kinds of tea, my taste buds for some reason don’t get that friendly with the new taste. Its happy to get the taste of my mom’s style of tea making. Well the thing is tradition is important coz we do learn a lot of things which includes small things like making a cup of tea. And although the technology has made life so much easier, and it is very tempting to ignore our tradition to fit in the computer world, It is one thing that will keep you informed and maybe one step ahead in the twenty first century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110693218034388732?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110693218034388732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110693218034388732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110693218034388732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110693218034388732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/01/cup-of-tea.html' title='A cup of tea!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110693085733743726</id><published>2005-01-28T13:16:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-01-28T17:35:18.813-03:30</updated><title type='text'>colgate or close-up??</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning, hit the shower, brushed my teeth. With a cup of nestcafe I hit the road. A random thought just happen to hit me today. We as people are so much brainwashed, starting at the time u open your eyes till u go to bed at night. I used colgate instead of close-up to brush my teeth…..why?? coz my mom thinks that’s better for my teeth and she gets it from the store. While on the road I saw couple of gas stations, including Exon, Chevron and Shell.&lt;br /&gt;I chose Shell and filled up the tank. Why? U may ask. One good reason would be they in a way have made me believe that they have a better quality through media. I like their commercial. And to add to that they carry V-power, I have no idea what that means or does to my car, but they get my business. Got to school, went around the parking lot to find the closet spot so I wont have to walk a lot to get to my class. I had some free time, so I went to the Fenwick library and browsed through the database and had a little chat with the librarian at the desk. After my biology class, heading back to the parking lot and instead of taking route 123 which I knew would be crowded I took the braddock road to get back home.&lt;br /&gt;Well just alone in past couple of hours I have made many choices. I could have stayed in bed late and headed out late, that way I could have got some more sleep. But I chose to get to school early. I could have used Exon to fill my tank, but I chose to use Shell.&lt;br /&gt;I decided I would spent my spare time before my class in the library instead of standing in line in the cafeteria to get a cup of coffee. Why or what influences me to make the choices. Rather looking at the whole picture, we all make choices, knowingly and sometimes without knowing. The answer to the question I raised would be every single person acts or choses in a way that he or she can get most out of it, or atleast thinks that way and in this twenty first century, the market is so big and they constantly are trying to get your attention, be it the billboard sign when u are driving in the highway or a front page of the magazine with a add of Nike. Its hard to get away or ignore them.&lt;br /&gt;And on the same note, I have made my choice for now, I am going to study for my next class instead of typing right now…Why?? I am sure u can answer that…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110693085733743726?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110693085733743726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110693085733743726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110693085733743726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110693085733743726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/01/colgate-or-close-up.html' title='colgate or close-up??'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110685668685193896</id><published>2005-01-27T16:21:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-01-27T16:41:26.853-03:30</updated><title type='text'>New School!</title><content type='html'>Its been fun couple of days this week and looks like summer will be here before i know it. George Mason, its a nice universtiy. Parking sucks as every school has the same problem. After finding a parking spot, u have to walk about 15 minutes just to get to the building that ur class is in. Not to forget about the horrendous traffic that i have to deal with every morning of the weekday. Finally i get to my first class, that is Business English. I think i am going to like that class. Dr Green who is our teacher is kool, we talked about global economics today and had some intense discussions and opinions. Since we are only like 12 students in the class, its kinna fun.&lt;br /&gt;The second class i had was Accounts. This class is a lot different that the former one. Every seat in the classroom is taken. Dr Leary, our teacher although nice, is inexperienced, her first semester teaching this class at George Mason. She definately managed to get me confused by her fast moving teaching style. She was done with fifty slides in ten minutes..... Well its the second class and i already have tons of homework to do in Accounts. The next class was Economics. Professor Reid is quite a sarcastic dude with lot of frustation ( i dont know if he is frustated or he wants us to get frustated and drop the class). Well he does have a lot of knowledge but he has the tendency of jumping back and forth and if u dont listen carefully it will probably take u the whole class to figure out what topic is he refering to. It makes me think that he might have lived in Argentina or he likes that country. He uses Argentina very often while giving examples. He was talking about how Beef is so cheap in Argentina than having lettuce, and vice versa in America. Well its really hard to keep your focus in his class, thats probably why i got this Olympus VN 240 digital recorder so that i dont miss any important stuff that he talks about in the class. Just got back from an Indian restaurant called Bombay Bistro in Lee Highway. The restaurant looked stylish but food sucked big time, only reason i ate was starvation. I am chilling in the Student Union right now and i have one more class to go for the day till i finally call it a day. I will probably go watch the game tonight or try to catch on my sleep.......&lt;br /&gt;And before i forget, this wifi shit rocks........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110685668685193896?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110685668685193896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110685668685193896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110685668685193896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110685668685193896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-school.html' title='New School!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110659386552488076</id><published>2005-01-24T15:40:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-01-24T15:41:05.523-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Touchdown!</title><content type='html'>Touchdown! My brother screamed, jumping off the couch, with his both hands up, he looks at me and says,” What do u have to say now?”, I didn’t have much to say as Atlanta lost to Eagles in last Sundays game. Football, A game which didn’t mean anything to me six years back when I came to America, now as much I love watching this game, I also happen to be a Michael Vick fan. As I got to know the game early on it really intrigued me. I can very much relate the game of football to my life. A lot can be learnt just by watching the game if u watch closely. Team work is what the game teaches us. No matter how good the Quarterback is, a team cannot win if one person slacks off or does not play to its par. Everything has to click including defense, offense, special team and the plays they call. A good practice is vital before the real game starts. I associate my college years with the practice I am going through before my real game starts, which would be competing in the job market once I graduate. Time management is another thing I can associate with the game. If I can make a schedule that does not put a lot of strain on me, I consider half the battle won. Work, school, social life and trying to have fun at the same time is a daunting task that we all know is hard to manage. I am a Senior at George Mason University, I hope to graduate very soon and one day I would&lt;br /&gt;like to get my CPA and have my own firm, A Touchdown that would make me and my family very proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110659386552488076?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110659386552488076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110659386552488076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110659386552488076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110659386552488076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/01/touchdown.html' title='Touchdown!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110648974223165094</id><published>2005-01-23T10:44:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-01-23T10:45:42.230-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Watch out for the cold!</title><content type='html'>For as long as people have been aware of weather, they've pondered its impact on their health. The Greeks noted the effect of "hot and cold winds" on pain and illness 2,400 years ago. During the Civil War, physicians wrote about amputee soldiers sensing pain in their "phantom" limbs when the weather changed. And folk wisdom tells of people who "feel the weather in their bones."&lt;br /&gt;In modern times, doctors continue to explore the connection between weather and pain, especially in relation to chronic conditions such as migraine headaches and arthritis.&lt;br /&gt;While many people maintain that the weather affects how they feel, scientific studies linking weather to chronic pain don't always agree. Some doctors say it's a matter of perception; patients might feel worse on a rainy day, they say, just because it's gloomy. But others say the pain is very real. Not all people who suffer from chronic pain feel effects from the weather. Among those who do, reactions depend on the individual and can be hard to measure.&lt;br /&gt;For those people who are sensitive to weather, changes in weather are generally more likely to affect them than specific weather conditions. Doctors who specialize in chronic pain sometimes suggest that patients keep a detailed journal of weather conditions to establish a possible relationship to their pain.&lt;br /&gt;In particular, the following weather factors may contribute to aches and pains:&lt;br /&gt;Barometric PressureBarometric pressure is the weight exerted by the air around us. Rapidly falling barometric pressure generally signals the onset of stormy weather, and is believed to have a strong correlation with the potential for feeling aches and pains. Rising pressure may also affect some people.&lt;br /&gt;HumidityHumidity is the amount of water vapor in the air. It can be expressed as "absolute humidity" (the amount of water vapor per unit of air) or the more familiar "relative humidity" (the amount of water vapor relative to the amount of moisture the air can hold at a given temperature). An increase in absolute humidity, especially in the summer, can lead to an increased potential for aches and pains. Some research also finds a correlation between dry, cold air and &lt;a href="http://www.weather.com/activities/health/achesandpains/achesandpains101/conditions.html#migraines"&gt;migraine headaches&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;PrecipitationPrecipitation includes not only rain, but also snow, sleet, hail or any other form of water that reaches the ground. It is considered a factor in aches and pains because stormy weather accompanies changes in barometric pressure and humidity. For those sensitive to hot weather, such as some people with &lt;a href="http://www.weather.com/activities/health/achesandpains/achesandpains101/conditions.html#ms"&gt;multiple sclerosis&lt;/a&gt;, rain can cool the atmosphere and may bring some relief.&lt;br /&gt;Temperature Rapidly rising or falling temperatures are a hallmark of big weather changes, indicating underlying shifts in barometric pressure. Extremes in temperature, not just changing temperatures, can also affect the potential for feeling aches and pains. Low temperatures may trigger &lt;a href="http://www.weather.com/activities/health/achesandpains/achesandpains101/conditions.html#migraines"&gt;migraine headaches&lt;/a&gt;, exacerbate circulatory conditions such as &lt;a href="http://www.weather.com/activities/health/achesandpains/achesandpains101/conditions.html#raynauds"&gt;Raynaud's phenomenon&lt;/a&gt; and contribute to &lt;a href="http://www.weather.com/activities/health/achesandpains/achesandpains101/conditions.html#arthritis"&gt;arthritic joint stiffness&lt;/a&gt;. Cold weather has also been associated with an increase in &lt;a href="http://www.weather.com/activities/health/achesandpains/achesandpains101/conditions.html#asthma"&gt;asthma-related&lt;/a&gt; hospital admissions.&lt;br /&gt;WindWind often results from big shifts in weather, indicating that barometric pressure and other factors may be changing rapidly. Wind is also a health consideration because it can carry pollution and allergens far distances, therefore affecting people with respiratory ailments such as &lt;a href="http://www.weather.com/activities/health/achesandpains/achesandpains101/conditions.html#asthma"&gt;asthma&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110648974223165094?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110648974223165094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110648974223165094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110648974223165094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110648974223165094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/01/watch-out-for-cold.html' title='Watch out for the cold!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110620080573730881</id><published>2005-01-20T02:21:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-01-20T02:30:05.736-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Fill it up!</title><content type='html'>"Happy is he who dares courageously to defend what he loves"&lt;br /&gt;So very true, Afterall thats what most of the people live for. A mother is happy when she sees a smile on her child, A child is happy to see a big smile in her mothers face. A father is happy to see his son getting a touchdown, A son is happy to see his dad spending more time with him.&lt;br /&gt;A lover is happy to be with his/her loved ones. Be it just sitting in a restaurant, be it staring at the sky, be it just walking together, or be it having an argument. A student is happy to get a "A" in a class, A professor is happy to see a student getting good grades.&lt;br /&gt;Well we all have things that gives us that joy. We all love something in life, Be it small, be it something big. Thats what keeps us going , the fuel of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110620080573730881?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110620080573730881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110620080573730881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110620080573730881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110620080573730881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/01/fill-it-up.html' title='Fill it up!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110620014715969516</id><published>2005-01-20T02:10:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-01-20T02:19:07.160-03:30</updated><title type='text'>lets dance!</title><content type='html'>Got these kool songs from a friend of mine. Just enjoying the music, I havent posted in a while, just nothing much happening. Just dealing with some stress right now. I feel lot better though after listening to my songlist. It just takes me to this virtual world, where all i hear is this nice tune and everything is pretty. The feeling of u being able to float in the air, the feeling that u have when u touch the snow for the first time. I got four more days to go before i start a brand new semester in a brand new school. Thats something to look forward to......&lt;br /&gt;we had the first snow fall of the winter and its absoultely gorgeous out there with white stuff in the ground. I wouldnt lie, although i hated my commute, took me 2 hours to get to work, usually takes me 30 mins tops, right now looking outsides its just amazing outside with the moonlight and snow.&lt;br /&gt;My picks of the week&lt;br /&gt;jojo-baby one more time, tracy chapman- fast car, blink 182- i miss you&lt;br /&gt;Some more snow is on the way.........&lt;br /&gt;So enjoy!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110620014715969516?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110620014715969516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110620014715969516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110620014715969516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110620014715969516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/01/lets-dance.html' title='lets dance!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110539684004935253</id><published>2005-01-10T19:09:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-01-10T19:10:40.050-03:30</updated><title type='text'>what do u think?</title><content type='html'>If there are no stupid questions, what kind of question do stupid people ask,&lt;br /&gt;Do they get smart just in time to ask the question??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110539684004935253?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110539684004935253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110539684004935253' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110539684004935253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110539684004935253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-do-u-think.html' title='what do u think?'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110511889691374385</id><published>2005-01-07T13:56:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-01-07T14:00:28.416-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Miracle!</title><content type='html'>Miracles are spontaneous, they cannot be summoned, but they appear of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;I would definitely wanna witness a miracle someday. Miracles, as lot of us perceive as winning a lottery ticket, the probability which would be one in a million or maybe more, there are people who have witnessed a miracle and they cannot believe that they did. I believe in miracle. There is no time or place or an event for a miracle to happen. While they say things happen when u least expect it. Watch out as u may be the lucky one to witness a miracle, a memory that will accompany u to your grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110511889691374385?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110511889691374385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110511889691374385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110511889691374385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110511889691374385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/01/miracle.html' title='Miracle!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110506136398233607</id><published>2005-01-06T21:59:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-01-06T21:59:23.983-03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/2883/1024/scan0011.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/2883/400/scan0011.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cherry blossom&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110506136398233607?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110506136398233607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110506136398233607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110506136398233607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110506136398233607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/01/cherry-blossom_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110504435300473388</id><published>2005-01-06T17:13:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-01-06T17:19:27.706-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Destiny!</title><content type='html'>Depends who u ask. Do we make our own destiny? How far should we to go so that we can reach our destiny? Should we give up if it seems unethical what we are doing?&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to find answers to all these questions, but its been bothering me for couple of days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A destiny is where we want to reach at. A place we would be happy and probably not want to go no further. When we travel we set our destiny. We try to make it all the way. Its quite interesting how we learn so much  by getting ouselves into different circumstances when we travel!&lt;br /&gt;Destiny is something that we chose. Destiny is where we would like to be at but seems far away. The word destiny is a powerful one as it’s the only light that will be there to show u the way when u get lost in life. Make sure u aim high, as even if u happen to fail, u will get somewhere. I believe in fate, I also happen to believe that u can make your own fate hence, chose your own destiny. Its hard to say where I will be 10 years down the road, but I can tell u this, that life will have changed drastically for both me and you! Yes You!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110504435300473388?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110504435300473388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110504435300473388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110504435300473388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110504435300473388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/01/destiny.html' title='Destiny!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110496464479796417</id><published>2005-01-05T19:05:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-01-05T19:08:26.466-03:30</updated><title type='text'>What do u belive is true although u cannot prove it?</title><content type='html'>I start with two unproven axioms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There is a God.&lt;br /&gt;2. It's not me (and it's also not you).&lt;br /&gt;Together, these axioms imply my surest conviction: that some of my beliefs (and yours) contain error. We are, from dust to dust, finite and fallible. We have dignity but not deity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not believe that people are capable of rational thought when it comes to making decisions in their own lives. People believe they are behaving rationally and have thought things out, of course, but when major decisions are made - who to marry, where to live, what career to pursue, what college to attend, people's minds simply cannot cope with the complexity. When they try to rationally analyze potential options, their unconscious, emotional thoughts take over and make the choice for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110496464479796417?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110496464479796417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110496464479796417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110496464479796417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110496464479796417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-do-u-belive-is-true-although-u.html' title='What do u belive is true although u cannot prove it?'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110463025279594744</id><published>2005-01-01T22:12:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2005-01-01T22:14:12.796-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Disarming Friendship!</title><content type='html'>A thousand words are just not enough to describe you!&lt;br /&gt;I am talking about you, stop wondering who?&lt;br /&gt;A quiet person you would say,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be fooled, she could put you in dismay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who definitely I want to meet,&lt;br /&gt;Rollercoaster, movies and lets eat!&lt;br /&gt;Can talk for hours and sometimes makes u feel awkward,&lt;br /&gt;Sinks deep into thoughts, who beats round the bushes but eventually comes forward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person, I am glad we met,&lt;br /&gt;Emails, msn, phones, and we are all set!&lt;br /&gt;You are emblematic of pure friendship,&lt;br /&gt;A Friend would be an understatement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality sends out a beckoning light,&lt;br /&gt;Which can be seen, although I am far of sight!&lt;br /&gt;Your exuberance never seems far away,&lt;br /&gt;Euphoric, you are!! if u happen to pass her way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dilemma is what I am going through right now,&lt;br /&gt;As frantically I tend to think sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;Emotions creep in to and fro!&lt;br /&gt;Elusive as may seem to others,&lt;br /&gt;You are a friend that’s very close to my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While u never miss a chance to dazzle&lt;br /&gt;How about a sizzle dizzle for a wintizle!&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you an abundance of love joy and happiness,&lt;br /&gt;A brand new year with lots of excitement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110463025279594744?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110463025279594744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110463025279594744' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110463025279594744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110463025279594744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2005/01/disarming-friendship.html' title='Disarming Friendship!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110452684103975510</id><published>2004-12-31T17:29:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-12-31T17:30:41.040-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Last day of 2004!</title><content type='html'> December 31, 2004,Last day of the year. I woke up today at 5 to drop a friend of mine at the airport, got home at 7, went to bed, woke up again at 8:30 to drop my brother to work. After dropping my mom to work at about 11:00 pm I decided to take my car for a wash. There were more than 20 cars in line to get served. I told myself..” Hell No, I am not waiting in that line!”. I can always come back tomorrow and get the carwash done. I decided to get some groceries, well too bad it was packed with people too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people act like a sheep sometimes. I know it’s the last day of the year and people want to start the new year in good note, and I know they want to enjoy today and have fun. But Why is it that people wait till the last minute to do simple stuff, like washing cars, buying groceries, going shopping, pampering yourself. Why do we let our society or the norms in the society decide what we should be doing. Why not make our own rules. Don’t just go wash your car on the last day of the year just because your neighbor is doing it and your wife or kids will be happy coz u did it. Do it coz u really want to. Get a case beer not to impress your friends, Get it coz u really want to drink on New years Eve. Don’t make resolutions coz that makes your gf happy. Make it, well if u are really going to put an honest effort to stick to it. We do so many things in day just to please someone or just because our society and culture has taught us to do that. Isnt it time to do something that u really wanna do and not think about the consequences. Well by saying that I don’t mean to go and beat your neighbor that u hate or rob a bank. I think there are lot of things that people would do if they only stop thinking “ Should I do this?” What is he or she going to think? Will I be ruining my image in front of my frens??..Ahh knock it off, stop thinking. Get out there have some fun and&lt;br /&gt;Most of all &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAVE A BRAND NEW YEAR WITH LOTS OF EXCITEMENT/!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110452684103975510?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110452684103975510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110452684103975510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110452684103975510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110452684103975510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/12/last-day-of-2004.html' title='Last day of 2004!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110446989420603953</id><published>2004-12-31T01:34:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-12-31T01:41:34.206-03:30</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer!</title><content type='html'>My heart goes out for the victims in Tsunamis in South-Asia. It is a very sad incident, one of the worst in the world history. Lots of lives have been affected by it and it will take months to clean up the mess that tsunamis caused in South-Asia. I pray----For God to be with everyone and the victims that are going through lot of sufferings right now.&lt;br /&gt;A prayer and a thought.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is round and the place which may seem like the end&lt;br /&gt;May also be only the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110446989420603953?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110446989420603953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110446989420603953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110446989420603953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110446989420603953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/12/prayer.html' title='A Prayer!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110430320191037196</id><published>2004-12-29T03:22:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-12-29T03:23:21.910-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Sleep tight</title><content type='html'>Sleep and weight? What do they have in connection between them. Well surprisingly it is directly related. The less sleep u get the more weight u gain. Well I know what u are thinking right now. How is that possible? Okay lets talk more about it. It has been scientifically proven that people who get sleep less than five hours are more likely to gain weight. When u don’t get enough sleep at night, your brain is not well rested.&lt;br /&gt;If  your brain is not rested your body wont be able to function well, which will lead to fatigue, depression and less productivity.&lt;br /&gt;Now if u sleep less, the hormones in your body is actually working more and u tend to crave more for food and eat more. Food like potato chips, cakes and coffee is not really helping u go to sleep or getting your brain some rest. Infact when u get enough sleep the hormones in our body helps balance the weight.&lt;br /&gt;One more thing don’t exercise before u go to bed. Don’t have your body all jazzed up coz u wont be able to sleep. Sleeping with your t.v on is not a good idea either. You should really get your brain some rest. If u sleep with the t.v on there is still activities going on in your brain, so your brain is not going to be completely rested.&lt;br /&gt;The best thing to do every night—Turn of the tv, turn of the lights and get atleast five hours of sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110430320191037196?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110430320191037196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110430320191037196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110430320191037196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110430320191037196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/12/sleep-tight.html' title='Sleep tight'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110425410746354654</id><published>2004-12-28T13:44:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-12-28T13:45:07.463-03:30</updated><title type='text'>accide...</title><content type='html'>Love is an accident waiting to happen&lt;br /&gt;Desire is a stranger u think u know&lt;br /&gt;Intimacy is lie we tell ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Truth is a game you play to win&lt;br /&gt;If u believe love in first sight&lt;br /&gt;U never stop looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110425410746354654?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110425410746354654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110425410746354654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110425410746354654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110425410746354654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/12/accide.html' title='accide...'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110407959640230079</id><published>2004-12-26T13:16:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-12-26T13:16:48.443-03:30</updated><title type='text'>21 grams????</title><content type='html'>21 grams is how much weight u lose from your heart at the exact time of your death. 21 grams is how much a candy bar weighs, 21 grams is how much a stack of five nickel weighs. 21 grams is all it takes to lose someone.21 grams is all it takes to bring a twist in someone’s life. How many lives are affected by 21 grams? What is the first thing that comes to your mind when u say “21 grams”? You will probably think about drugs like cocaine or marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;That is the first think that came to my mind when I saw this movie titled “21 grams”. Well the movie was quite intriguing and turns out to be that I was wrong. The movie wasn’t about some drug dealer or drug trafficking or a drug addict. The movie talks about regular people, a regular family and circumstances that they go through when an unfortunate accident happen. The accident leads to a series of nightmares for all the people connected. The movie is served in quite a fascinating manner and it makes the viewer think till the end of the movie. In the beginning phase the movie scenes are not in a chronological order. It keeps on jumping back and forth and kina makes u think what happened before this scene. The acting is close to perfection, Naomi Watts is of course at her best, and the way the movie ends is simply awesome. If u are a movie lover and looking for something different, this movie might be just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110407959640230079?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110407959640230079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110407959640230079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110407959640230079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110407959640230079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/12/21-grams.html' title='21 grams????'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110358996335221367</id><published>2004-12-20T21:10:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-12-21T20:12:05.423-03:30</updated><title type='text'>KWACHRISMAKA!!</title><content type='html'>Having a quiet day today. Two check-ins to go. Empy lobby, freezing wind outside, annoying manager on the side and the music that almost puts u to sleep. Ordered a chicken sandwich for my dinner; was half cooked, didnt feel like eating, so i trashed it. Have checked my mail like three times in last 4 hours. . Read the bi-annual magazine of SOMTIMES. It gives a brief introduction of what to expect in the business school and also some likes, dislikes and backgrounds of the proffessors.Can u tell i am bored???? wouldnt surprise me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110358996335221367?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110358996335221367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110358996335221367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110358996335221367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110358996335221367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/12/kwachrismaka.html' title='KWACHRISMAKA!!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110339167749908180</id><published>2004-12-18T14:10:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-12-18T14:11:17.500-03:30</updated><title type='text'>A life!?:/\.&lt;&gt;/\</title><content type='html'>Life isn't about keeping score. It's not about how many people call you, who you've dated, are dating or haven't dated at all. It isn't about who you've kissed, what sport you play, or which guy or girl likes you. It's not about your shoes or your hair or the color of your skin or where you live. In fact, it's not about grades, money, or clothes. it isn't about having lots of friends, or if ur accepted or unaccepted. What life is about: who you love and who you hurt. It's about how you feel about yourself, about trust, happiness and compassion. Its about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance and building confidence. It's about seeing people for who they are and not what they have. Most of all, it is about choosing to use your life to touch someone else's in a way that could never have be achieved otherwise. These choices are what life's about. "the heart wants what the heart wants!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110339167749908180?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110339167749908180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110339167749908180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110339167749908180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110339167749908180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/12/life.html' title='A life!?:/\.&lt;&gt;/\'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110338592685137943</id><published>2004-12-18T13:33:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-12-18T12:39:18.896-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Flying first class!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Life is a series of arrivals and departures,&lt;br /&gt;Just because u are stuck in a transit,&lt;br /&gt;dont forget to be ready for the next flight,&lt;br /&gt;Just when u think the flight is delayed,&lt;br /&gt;U just mind end up getting a First class seat&lt;br /&gt;In Beoing 747 in Singapore Airlines ( One of the Elites in airline industry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;From the little spark may burst a mighty flame!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110338592685137943?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110338592685137943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110338592685137943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110338592685137943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110338592685137943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/12/flying-first-class.html' title='Flying first class!!!!!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110337899144906547</id><published>2004-12-18T10:37:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-12-18T12:40:45.700-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Flying Quantas</title><content type='html'>This is the actual letter handed by a 8 year old to the flight attendant on a Quantas Flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------xxxxxx---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Captain,&lt;br /&gt;My name is Nicola, i m 8 years old. This is my first flight but i m not scared. I like to watch the clouds go by. My mum says the crew is nice. I think you plane is good. Thanks for a nice flight. Dont fuck up the landing&lt;br /&gt;luv, Nicola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110337899144906547?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110337899144906547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110337899144906547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110337899144906547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110337899144906547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/12/flying-quantas.html' title='Flying Quantas'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110330437000946214</id><published>2004-12-17T13:55:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-12-17T13:56:10.010-03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somebody's loss is&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's gain........&lt;br /&gt;think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110330437000946214?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110330437000946214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110330437000946214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110330437000946214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110330437000946214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/12/somebodys-loss-is-somebodys-gain.html' title=''/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110322821798904816</id><published>2004-12-16T16:45:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-12-16T16:46:57.990-03:30</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BDAY BHAISAAB!!</title><content type='html'>WELL WELL ITS A SPECIAL DAY, HOPE U HAVE A BLAST,&lt;br /&gt;HEY, U ARE JUST A YEAR OLDER NOW, ARENT U?????....&lt;br /&gt;WELL THAT WAS ME BEING PESSIMISTIC,&lt;br /&gt;ON THE BRIGHTER NOTE, U ARE MORE WISER THAN YESTERDAY,&lt;br /&gt;ONE STEP CLOSER TO YOUR DESTINY AND MOST OF ALL U CAN GET MAXIMA VERY SOON!!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A BLASTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110322821798904816?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110322821798904816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110322821798904816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110322821798904816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110322821798904816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-bday-bhaisaab.html' title='HAPPY BDAY BHAISAAB!!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110318026665569253</id><published>2004-12-16T03:25:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-12-16T03:27:46.656-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Older</title><content type='html'>One should never go to bed; they always wake up a day older. How often do u think about the days u spent? Lot of people don’t even realize till they are fifty or maybe older. Then they tend to sit on their rolling chair and think about their time when they were young and the things they did; Racing cars with high school friends, reckless driving, getting drunk at the corner bar, having a crush with the new girl in school. Getting that bike to school to impress your first date. Common we all do it, why wait till u get old to enjoy the memories. Everyday before u go to bed, think one thing that u enjoyed doing and cherish it. If u didn’t do anything that u enjoyed today, maybe its time to do something fun tomorrow. Life is too short my friends, before u know it, it just takes u by surprise. U live once, make sure u live it to the fullest. Have fun in life; make your day fun to make your life fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110318026665569253?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110318026665569253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110318026665569253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110318026665569253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110318026665569253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/12/older.html' title='Older'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110308351149890212</id><published>2004-12-15T01:34:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-12-18T12:32:16.296-03:30</updated><title type='text'>The Patriots</title><content type='html'>Patriot, Yes my name has been added today to the large community called The patriots and I am one of the members starting today. Patriot is the nickname for those who attend George Mason University in Northern Virginia. Today, marked the registration day for the Spring Semester. I was quite overwhelmed by the information I received today, at the same time a feeling of fullness within you. I started my day waking up late ( as always). I knew I would be running into a bad traffic; I did manage to get on the road around 9 am, and the registration process was suppose to start at 10:00am. After arriving about half an hour late, I checked-in with the orientation leaders at the Johnson Center. I must say I was very impressed by the system and with the students that volunteered to be the orientation leaders. They were smart, knowledgeable and very helpful. One, out of them did stand out, Her name was Radhika from India. Two words for her, Smart and beautiful. Anyway back to the orientation; I do tend to wonder beyond my subject once in a while. After a warm welcome by the President, Dean and some faculty members, we were divided into three groups and taken to respective halls where we were briefed on how the day was planned out for us. We were then treated to some snacks, which by the way exceeded my expectation. I had a chicken sandwich, some chips and some chocolate cookies. I had to take a little hike after the lovely lunch, as the advising group I was suppose to meet was in Student Building II, which is downhill to the West side of the Johnson Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting rooms were quite spacious, very well equipped with the latest technology. I was glad to hear and see for myself what was in store for me in the near future. I jotted down lot of information that was sure to guide me through the process of my graduation.&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with couple of future classmates, they were pretty cool. After registering for couple of classes, I had my GMU ID made, filled out an application for my parking permit, jotted down deadlines to add and drop classes. Overall I walked out of the Johnson center with brain loaded of knowledge, little exhausted, feeling good, and proud to be a Patriot as I start my journey in George Mason University pursuing my Bachelors degree in Accounting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110308351149890212?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110308351149890212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110308351149890212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110308351149890212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110308351149890212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/12/patriots.html' title='The Patriots'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110245914474944836</id><published>2004-12-07T18:50:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-12-18T12:33:24.196-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Gotts ya!!</title><content type='html'>Ever felt the feeling of gotts ya?? Well life is strange. How often do u meet a stranger and tell them to have a nice day or good luck?? Well if u are an average person I would say at least three times a day. When we say these nice feel good words, how often do we really mean what we say. Or lets say have u ever really meant when u said have a nice day. Strange but true, 99% of the time we say it coz it just sounds good, coz in our society saying have a nice day at the end of the conversation is a nice gesture. What if I don’t say have a nice day; well I would be considered a person with not so good manners. People go through different experience every day; some are good while others teach u a good lesson. Today was the day when I learnt my lesson and it was a big one. To start with if u have read my blog a month ago I talked about a day in court about the citation I had. If u haven’t read it scroll down and read it before going any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appeared in front of the judge today for the second time in my life (first time was the last time for the same citation,). Trust me if u haven’t been in court, it’s definitely not like watching Judge Judy. Everything is real out there and every word that comes out of your mouth really matters. I had to get the lawyer coz my citation was serious and involved a jail time not to exceed 30 days. Yes, I did get a lawyer and paid a hefty price tag of 800 dollars. Today was the first time I was meeting with him, he was pretty good with his case. I was happy with his work and he did do a good job representing me. When I appeared in front of the judge she asked me couple of questions before letting me go. She asked me that since the offense that I had carried a jail time she wanted to hear from me. She told me that she was going to lecture a bunch of high school kids about traffic safety next week. She asked me, if I was to stand in front of them what I would tell them. Well since I didn’t expect any questions I was a little reluctant at first. Not because I didn’t have anything to say but saying it in front of the real judge and all those eyes looking right at me made me a little nervous I guess. I told her that I would tell them to always be attentive while driving, be aware of their surroundings and ALWAYS STOP FOR A PEDESTRIAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped right there, since I figured that was a perfect place to stop. The judge looked at me as if she wanted to say “SMART EHH!!”, a smirk on her face and then she fined me 105 and probation for a year. Well all said and done I was relieved as I was walking out of the court room and heading to the cashier. I greeted her, but the black lady didn’t even bother to greet me. Don’t ask me why she didn’t, coz I have no idea. I was just glad that this was over. She started processing the paperwork. She looks at the paperwork and stops abruptly, looks at me and goes "If u are paying by visa there is a 9 dollar processing fee".( of course this wasn’t my day). I looked at her and said "What about MasterCard," in a sarcastic way, I knew she was going to charge me anyway. She said it’s the same. I said whatever bitch, let me get this over with ( of course I didn’t call her bitch, didn’t want to go to the courtroom again for improper misconduct). Came out of the courtroom a little relieved, shook hands with the lawyer and wished him a nice day( of course I didn’t mean it) and headed back home…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110245914474944836?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110245914474944836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110245914474944836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110245914474944836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110245914474944836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/12/gotts-ya.html' title='Gotts ya!!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110243752769615517</id><published>2004-12-07T13:05:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-12-07T13:08:47.696-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Love is like a computer</title><content type='html'>I've pondered love. What input produces the desired output? Finally, Irealized — love is like a computer. All components, systems andprograms must work harmoniously for love to compute without errors.&lt;br /&gt;Garbage in, garbage out: If you keep telling yourself romantic mythsabout a prince on a white horse saving you, and that love conquersall… living on clichés, you'll never find love. No one's perfect. Norelationship is a fairy tale. While gay relationships may contain twofairy tails — neither one of them is perfect! Well, maybe some.&lt;br /&gt;WYSIWYG: If your date is almost Mr. Right – almost the perfect guy foryou, if he would just floss and upgrade his hairstyle, then get a newboyfriend – get over it! Some times it's easier to buy a new systemthan upgrade it. It just won't happen. After all, "What You See IsWhat You Get."&lt;br /&gt;Too much input: Dating six people at once. It isn't fair to anyone!How can you integrate all the data and process all the information(about your feelings) if you're running six programs at once? In thiscase, you're bound to have system errors and hard-drive crashes. Noone likes it when their hard drive crashes!&lt;br /&gt;56.6 Baud vs. 14.4 Baud: If your date moves too fast (falls in loveovernight) while you're still trying to make a connection, you'reoperating on different bandwidths. Be careful: He may be connectingwith multiple service providers!&lt;br /&gt;Pentium 5 vs. Pentium 1: If a date is stuck with an outdated operatingsystem (lives in the past, dresses in clothes that were currentpre-Vietnam), you two may be incompatible. Your date may be stuck in aPentium 1 lifestyle while you're in a Pentium 5 world. Be leery —slower operating systems are outdated. Two men with differentbandwidths will only connect sporadically.Power Switch: Make sure a boyfriend knows which button turns you on.If he can't locate it, love may never boot up. Since neither of youcomes with instruction manuals, don't mute your feelings. Of course,&lt;br /&gt;\Program compatibility: Sometimes, later editions of the same program\can operate earlier versions, but the transverse in not true.\Hopefully you\'ll have enough commonalities to make love work.\Outdated Processor: If you want love – but he sees sex as fun and\games – you\'re wired differently. That\'s like trying to get a Pentium\processor to run a Mac program. Not going to happen!\\Mac vs. PC: Macs are more artistic. PCs are more business-oriented.\These systems are not compatible; word processing works on both, but\other applications do not!\Intranet vs. Internet: If you\'re a man with a limited, selective\friendship base while he has a World Wide Web of friends, you may be\speaking different languages.\\Secure Servers vs. Public Domains: Some men have a discretionary\network of friends. They may put firewalls up or keep their binary\info secure. Others send out cookies to newsgroups. Can these two\types really find connectivity? Dubious!\\Browsers: Some men are just browsers in the World Wide Web of love.\They sign on, search, and visit many URLs. But they forget the\passwords that open the ports of a man\'s heart. Be aware of these\browsers.\\Pop-ups and Spammers: Some men lurk in popular places hoping to be\noticed, while others send out indiscriminate emails and IMs to every\man alive. They\'re spammers. Watch out for deceitful men like this.\They\'re liable to be infected with a Trojan horse and could cause your\system to crash!\",1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he knows how to turn you on, he'll also be able to turn you off!Program compatibility: Sometimes, later editions of the same programcan operate earlier versions, but the transverse in not true.Hopefully you'll have enough commonalities to make love work.Outdated Processor: If you want love – but he sees sex as fun andgames – you're wired differently. That's like trying to get a Pentiumprocessor to run a Mac program. Not going to happen!Mac vs. PC: Macs are more artistic. PCs are more business-oriented.These systems are not compatible; word processing works on both, butother applications do not!Intranet vs. Internet: If you're a man with a limited, selectivefriendship base while he has a World Wide Web of friends, you may bespeaking different languages.Secure Servers vs. Public Domains: Some men have a discretionarynetwork of friends. They may put firewalls up or keep their binaryinfo secure. Others send out cookies to newsgroups. Can these twotypes really find connectivity? Dubious!Browsers: Some men are just browsers in the World Wide Web of love.They sign on, search, and visit many URLs. But they forget thepasswords that open the ports of a man's heart. Be aware of thesebrowsers.Pop-ups and Spammers: Some men lurk in popular places hoping to benoticed, while others send out indiscriminate emails and IMs to everyman alive. They're spammers. Watch out for deceitful men like this.They're liable to be infected with a Trojan horse and could cause yoursystem to crash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110243752769615517?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110243752769615517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110243752769615517' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110243752769615517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110243752769615517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/12/love-is-like-computer.html' title='Love is like a computer'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110229926803404035</id><published>2004-12-05T22:41:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-12-05T22:44:28.033-03:30</updated><title type='text'>??</title><content type='html'>My supervisor is acting like a freaking crazy nuthead today. Cant wait till my shift is over. I had pretty usual day. Slept late, woke up, took a shower and came to work. Didnt get to catch all the football actions but i guess i will catch the highlights when i go home. Cannot belive its second week in December and its almost the start of a new year. I still have to think about my new year resolution. I have decided to make one and see how long i can stick to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110229926803404035?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110229926803404035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110229926803404035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110229926803404035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110229926803404035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post.html' title='??'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110229894660850329</id><published>2004-12-05T22:34:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-12-05T22:39:06.606-03:30</updated><title type='text'>CLOSER................</title><content type='html'>I loved watching closer. Enjoyed every moment of it. It is a rare film that talks about sex and relationship. It thoroughly involves the audience without even presenting a likeable character.&lt;br /&gt;It is a movie that demands more than one viewing to absorb all of its views and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110229894660850329?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110229894660850329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110229894660850329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110229894660850329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110229894660850329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/12/closer.html' title='CLOSER................'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110178364730450040</id><published>2004-11-29T23:28:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-11-29T23:30:47.303-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Interesting facts!</title><content type='html'>HOW TO IMPRESS A WOMAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compliment her,&lt;br /&gt;cuddle her,&lt;br /&gt;kiss her,&lt;br /&gt;caress her,&lt;br /&gt;love her,&lt;br /&gt;stroke her,&lt;br /&gt;tease her,&lt;br /&gt;comfort her,&lt;br /&gt;protect her,&lt;br /&gt;hug her,&lt;br /&gt;hold her,&lt;br /&gt;spend money on her,&lt;br /&gt;wine &amp; dine her,&lt;br /&gt;buy things for her,&lt;br /&gt;listen to her,&lt;br /&gt;care for her,&lt;br /&gt;stand by her,&lt;br /&gt;support her,&lt;br /&gt;go to the ends of the earth for her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO IMPRESS A MAN:&lt;br /&gt;Show up naked..... with Beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110178364730450040?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110178364730450040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110178364730450040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110178364730450040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110178364730450040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/11/interesting-facts.html' title='Interesting facts!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110178312790612050</id><published>2004-11-29T23:20:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-11-29T23:22:07.906-03:30</updated><title type='text'>HMMMMMM!</title><content type='html'> A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband. A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.&lt;br /&gt; A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend. A successful woman is one who can find such a man.&lt;br /&gt; To be happy with a man you must understand him a lot &amp; love him a little. To be happy with a woman you must love her a lot &amp;amp; not try to understand her at all.&lt;br /&gt;Married men live longer than single men, but married men are a lot more willing to die.&lt;br /&gt;A woman has the last word in any argument. Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 times when a man doesn't understand a woman: before marriage &amp;amp; after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110178312790612050?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110178312790612050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110178312790612050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110178312790612050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110178312790612050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/11/hmmmmmm.html' title='HMMMMMM!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110160834168423196</id><published>2004-11-27T22:47:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-11-27T22:49:01.683-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Beauty.#@$%^&amp;*()!@*(@#)!*#@)#*@)</title><content type='html'>The beauty of a woman is not&lt;br /&gt; in the clothes she wears,&lt;br /&gt;Or the figure that she carries&lt;br /&gt;Or the way she combs her hair.&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of a woman must&lt;br /&gt; be seen in her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;For they are the doorway to her heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110160834168423196?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110160834168423196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110160834168423196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110160834168423196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110160834168423196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/11/beauty.html' title='Beauty.#@$%^&amp;*()!@*(@#)!*#@)#*@)'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110159056638944720</id><published>2004-11-27T17:39:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-11-27T17:52:46.390-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Appologies....</title><content type='html'>Never appologise for showing your emotions...&lt;br /&gt;When u do so u only appologise for truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tend to back out a lot of times just because they are afraid of the outcome, afraid of what might happen if things dont happen as they had anticipated. Dont we all know this feeling. I still remember those days after the exams waiting eagerly for the results to come in. Trying to be optimitic at all times but then again even when u messed up the exam, crossing your fingers to get the highest possible marks....Its always a great relief to have your marksheets come in and have what u get what u expect...Well i am sure everyone has experienced this their own ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110159056638944720?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110159056638944720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110159056638944720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110159056638944720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110159056638944720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/11/appologies.html' title='Appologies....'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110135464601061639</id><published>2004-11-25T01:20:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-11-25T00:20:46.010-03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was more like we were still having the discussion....never finished it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110135464601061639?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110135464601061639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110135464601061639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110135464601061639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110135464601061639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/11/it-was-more-like-we-were-still-having.html' title=''/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110134342131038365</id><published>2004-11-24T21:12:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-11-24T21:15:19.086-03:30</updated><title type='text'>love??</title><content type='html'>Is love for real?? or is it something we do to get through the lonely phase in our life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110134342131038365?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110134342131038365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110134342131038365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110134342131038365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110134342131038365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/11/love.html' title='love??'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110122741120146853</id><published>2004-11-23T13:59:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-11-23T13:01:18.133-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the day</title><content type='html'>What do u call people who live between Dumpfrey and Manassas&lt;br /&gt;............................&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;br /&gt;Dumasses.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110122741120146853?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110122741120146853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110122741120146853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110122741120146853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110122741120146853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/11/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of the day'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110109040497268857</id><published>2004-11-21T22:54:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-11-21T22:56:44.973-03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just another typical day.....stayed up late in my bed, then i dropped my brother to work, dropped my mom to work. Came back and watched football all day. I really wanted to see the packers game then again they are only showing that game in ESPN today, and i really cannot afford to pay for the cable. Had a nice meal that my mom made for us. I helped her out with the cooking. Still debating on whether i should go out and get some fresh air.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110109040497268857?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110109040497268857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110109040497268857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110109040497268857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110109040497268857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/11/just-another-typical-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110108983826738678</id><published>2004-11-21T22:44:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-11-21T22:52:32.386-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Amit??</title><content type='html'>I found out something interesting today. Someone at my work told me that her son had the same name as i did.  "Amit"......She was from Israel, and the interesting thing was it has the same meaning as it does in my language.......Amit means friend......We had a nice conversation. Shewas from new york and had come to Washington for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110108983826738678?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110108983826738678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110108983826738678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110108983826738678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110108983826738678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/11/amit.html' title='Amit??'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110096319674134429</id><published>2004-11-20T11:28:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-11-20T11:36:36.743-03:30</updated><title type='text'>My movie picks of the week</title><content type='html'>Dirty pretty things,&lt;br /&gt;Love me if u dare,&lt;br /&gt;Incredibles,&lt;br /&gt;The terminal,&lt;br /&gt;Before sunset,&lt;br /&gt;Y tu mama tambien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My to watch list&lt;br /&gt;A very long engagement..&lt;br /&gt;Danny deckchair......&lt;br /&gt;sex is comedy..&lt;br /&gt;p.s......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110096319674134429?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110096319674134429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110096319674134429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110096319674134429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110096319674134429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-movie-picks-of-week.html' title='My movie picks of the week'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110039773557255058</id><published>2004-11-13T22:30:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-11-13T22:33:55.420-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Something to think about</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Once the game is over,&lt;br /&gt;The king and the pawn&lt;br /&gt;go in the same box. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110039773557255058?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110039773557255058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110039773557255058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110039773557255058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110039773557255058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/11/something-to-think-about_13.html' title='Something to think about'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110032529120996188</id><published>2004-11-13T02:20:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-11-13T02:24:51.210-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Good byes?????</title><content type='html'>I personally hate goodbyes....I guess who doesn't?? Afterall, there is no fun about saying goodbye to someone who u love. On the other note, what is the best way to handle the emotional state that u go through after u let go someone and u dont know how long it will be till u see them again??.....Thats the dilemma i am going through....well on a good note people do say that u say goodbyes coz u will meet the person again very soon, and to meet them again, u have to bid them goodbye....but how soon is very soon????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110032529120996188?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110032529120996188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110032529120996188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110032529120996188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110032529120996188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/11/good-byes.html' title='Good byes?????'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110013966310316712</id><published>2004-11-10T22:37:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-11-10T22:51:03.103-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Love, Hate, </title><content type='html'>Is there such thing as eternal love between two individuals. When u meet someone in life, can they be together forever with the same kind of love they  have forever?. Does love fade away with time between two individuals?? I dont know the exact answers to these questions, but what i think is, When two individual get in a relationship, there is a lot involved in it. Some people are scared of it, ofcourse some people dont know about it, some people just dont care about it and some people think that sex will make everything alright. When someone is in love and they are happy, both individuals should be really careful not to take your partner for granted. A small mistake can put into a different direction. I think relationships do need some servicing from time to time like our cars do. Lot of people dont even know but we love our cars....dont we?? well yet we tend to take it for granted....We only take care of it when it breaks down on us...we even curse at them  coz it broke down on us...why?? probably coz it was your neglegence.. Anyways my point is relationship needs to be recharged once in a while like a battery charger. I think thats the key criteria for two individual to be  happy for a long time if not for ever and ofcourse being able to understand each other is vital.&lt;br /&gt;When two individual hate each other, does that last forever?? Or does it fade away with time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110013966310316712?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110013966310316712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110013966310316712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110013966310316712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110013966310316712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/11/love-hate.html' title='Love, Hate, '/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-110006407823100335</id><published>2004-11-10T01:48:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-11-10T01:51:18.230-03:30</updated><title type='text'>OOPPSIE!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys if u havent checked out tara reids oopsie at the p didy's 35th birthday.....u got to check it out......&lt;a href="http://www.fleshbot.com/archives/tara-reid-boob-slip-025074.php"&gt;http://www.fleshbot.com/archives/tara-reid-boob-slip-025074.php&lt;/a&gt; Enjoy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-110006407823100335?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/110006407823100335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=110006407823100335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110006407823100335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/110006407823100335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/11/ooppsie.html' title='OOPPSIE!!!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-109996326487638916</id><published>2004-11-08T21:46:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-11-08T21:52:57.163-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Incredible!</title><content type='html'>Had an Incredible weekend. Although i worked this weekend, i managed to squeeze in three movies.....yeah i know......it was great. The best movie i watched  gotta be The Incredibles. I love the animation in that movie, the characters are great and ofcourse i loved the voice of Angelina jolie. She was great. Didnt do much today. Mailed out couple of bills that i was running late on,went to the bank and came to work. I am bored now, i still have like 3 hours to go. Watch out for the game between ViKings and Colts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-109996326487638916?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/109996326487638916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=109996326487638916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/109996326487638916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/109996326487638916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/11/incredible.html' title='Incredible!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-109976974603736615</id><published>2004-11-06T15:54:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-11-06T16:15:31.530-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Shall we dance, birth??</title><content type='html'>Watched two movies this weekend. They were shall we dance and birth. The movies i picked were quite the opposite. The first movie i picked---Shall we dance was a feel good movie, Not much to the story line but was well directed. It had some quality acting by Richard gere. I am not a great fan of J Lo, but she didnt have much of a impact in this movie besides showing some of her curves. If u were in pleasant mood and dont have much to do...go see this movie, u will come out of the thearter with a smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about Birth....Birth on the other hand seemed quite intersting when i first saw the trailer. It had a interesting plot, but i dont think the director did justice to it. Nicole kidman was fabolous in the movie. The movie tries to give something different to the audience, But i dont think the theme was that clear. This is a movie that deals with people's emotions and relationship that people go through everyday. The editing wasnt that great either, and it just seemed like u had to fill in the blanks at times. If u are a fan of Nicole kidman, u gotta see this movie. Despite of some flaws in the movie, I enjoyed watching it. If people were to ask me for suggestions on this, i would warn them to watch at their own risk-- You would either love it like i did or HATE it.&lt;br /&gt;I liked the way it came to an end.. Kinna felt bad for kidman but hey shit happens right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-109976974603736615?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/109976974603736615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=109976974603736615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/109976974603736615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/109976974603736615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/11/shall-we-dance-birth.html' title='Shall we dance, birth??'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-109955112496512320</id><published>2004-11-04T03:21:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-11-04T03:25:01.076-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Arj Kiya Hai</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This is for all my frens out there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dosti ke  tapad ko dikalaya nahin jata!&lt;br /&gt;Dil pe lagi aag ko bujaya nahin jata!&lt;br /&gt;kitne be duri ho dosti me!&lt;br /&gt;Aap jaise dost ko bulaya nahin jaata!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-109955112496512320?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/109955112496512320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=109955112496512320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/109955112496512320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/109955112496512320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/11/arj-kiya-hai.html' title='Arj Kiya Hai'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-109953724962611686</id><published>2004-11-03T23:28:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-11-03T23:33:29.163-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Dil ne jise aapna kaha!!</title><content type='html'>Guys..i am obsessed with this song called "dil ne jise aapna kahan. I mean i do like a lot of songs but nothing like this, I have been listening to this song day and night for past two weeks and still cant seem to get enough of it. And please dont tell me i am in love or i have a crush on someone kinna crap::( coz thats not the case......Its either the song or its definately me!!!!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-109953724962611686?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/109953724962611686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=109953724962611686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/109953724962611686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/109953724962611686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/11/dil-ne-jise-aapna-kaha.html' title='Dil ne jise aapna kaha!!'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-109952525693742083</id><published>2004-11-03T20:05:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-11-03T20:10:56.936-03:30</updated><title type='text'>HATE.......:(</title><content type='html'>I am trying to find out the strongest word that u can use to describe how u feel when u hate someone really bad...I found out couple of them-------abhorrence, aversion, detestation, loathing, repugnance, repulsion, revulsion......did i miss anything??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-109952525693742083?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/109952525693742083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=109952525693742083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/109952525693742083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/109952525693742083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/11/hate.html' title='HATE.......:('/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-109944489284231752</id><published>2004-11-02T21:50:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-11-02T21:51:32.843-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Think.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teach young people how to think...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not what to think&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-109944489284231752?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/109944489284231752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=109944489284231752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/109944489284231752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/109944489284231752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/11/think.html' title='Think.....'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8935326.post-109943677343207103</id><published>2004-11-02T19:29:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2004-11-02T19:36:13.433-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Boring day....</title><content type='html'>Dindn't do much today, woke up at 10, was online allday doing stuff. I am at work right now and m really bored. Its really quiet today. Phones are dead, last call i received was like 20 minutes ago. I guess people are  home, watching the news and stuff....see who the new president is, well we will see...alright zai-zian for today:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8935326-109943677343207103?l=dcbabu003.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/feeds/109943677343207103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8935326&amp;postID=109943677343207103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/109943677343207103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8935326/posts/default/109943677343207103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dcbabu003.blogspot.com/2004/11/boring-day.html' title='Boring day....'/><author><name>Amit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06188640712511767548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
