<?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-18395474</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:26:30.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jinchuuriki..</title><subtitle type='html'>All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost;
the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring;
renenwed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>wormtongue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526773428613966023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/21/26564607_3f5251c98f.jpg?v=0'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18395474.post-3472881528981695379</id><published>2010-07-13T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T07:38:13.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooooh me is da world famous in da kerala!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://expressbuzz.com/cities/kochi/autobiography-of-an-engineer/189196.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the most bit of fun i had writing in a looong time...&lt;br /&gt;me likey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18395474-3472881528981695379?l=jinchuuriki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/feeds/3472881528981695379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18395474&amp;postID=3472881528981695379&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/3472881528981695379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/3472881528981695379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/2010/07/ooooh-me-is-da-world-famous-in-da.html' title=''/><author><name>wormtongue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526773428613966023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/21/26564607_3f5251c98f.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18395474.post-7340149766752216247</id><published>2010-07-05T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T09:59:25.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If there is ever a thing I regret in my life at the moment, its the utter lack of artistic ability/knowledge/drive. &lt;br /&gt;I guess my josh for photography is a way of compensating for it, And yet, I dont shoot as nearly as I would like to. I cant figure out whether its a lack of motivation, or plain on laziness or am I really affected by being a regular ol'nine-to-fiver that I have become one of the grey people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18395474-7340149766752216247?l=jinchuuriki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/feeds/7340149766752216247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18395474&amp;postID=7340149766752216247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/7340149766752216247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/7340149766752216247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-there-is-ever-thing-i-regret-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>wormtongue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526773428613966023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/21/26564607_3f5251c98f.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18395474.post-491629080726939357</id><published>2008-09-05T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T10:55:19.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>taking stock</title><content type='html'>I guess its a good life I'm living here. I got a good job and I genuniely enjoy what I do for a living, I have a wonderful girl who can make my day just by waking me from my deep slumber at noon to say Hi. I'm getting on with life after a fuckol time in engineering just fine.&lt;br /&gt;But at a time like this when at the end of a fairly busy week i dont feel sleep coming to take me away into whatever bliss oblivion that I like to get lost in, i cant help but feel something isnt quite right around here.&lt;br /&gt;I feel inert.... if thats the right word.  Times like this I cant help but get nostalgic.  I jut cant help think I've somehow lost the plot out here somewhere. I've reached a few milestones that I had set for myself but i think ive made some subconcious compromise in my head that I cant even get over.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could blame something but only fucking chut that i can hold to fault is myself..&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, I was all gung-ho about not letting myself become one of the "greys". you know the kind, the ones you see almost everyday around you. the ones who walk all around you, running this way and that, always in a hurry. to do whatever task is assigned to them so they can feed their families, achieve some kinda professional nirvana!&lt;br /&gt;I used to travel by trains a lot... and all around me I'd see them. In their formal clothes and neat and ironed. always ready to snap at the first person to cause even a slight inconvienience. back then i used to think, 'I never wanna become like that.'&lt;br /&gt;and lavda whoopiee doo... I may not be stuck in formal clothes and in a sad ass job. but I dont feel any different.&lt;br /&gt;I think to myself if its this responsibility that I suddenly see myself holding thats freaking me. but the MAN in me probably doesnt wanna admit it, and yet another part of me just doesnt want to give in to the fact that I'm letting stress get to me.&lt;br /&gt;what da fuck man... I used to eat stress for breakfast... so I dunno whats going wrong with me right now... blah.  Maybe I'm not venting it out right. and I sure as hell dont wanna drown it in drinks and get fucked up in that habit.&lt;br /&gt;Most of my grand plans to get out of the rut have had major popats happening to them and this post pretty much tell me that im close to getting desperate about the whole matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look now again at other lives... way different than mine.. not necessarily better, just different. and i wish i could live that life.  A life with no routine... No rules.. no obligations... no expectations..  maybe I'm asking for too much but that'd be nice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i got a good life and a change will affect far too many people adversely than i'd like... but I know i can change this state of affairs.  maybe its time to take a strange step if not a drastic one...&lt;br /&gt;question remains if i have the bollocks left for it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18395474-491629080726939357?l=jinchuuriki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/feeds/491629080726939357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18395474&amp;postID=491629080726939357&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/491629080726939357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/491629080726939357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/2008/09/taking-stock.html' title='taking stock'/><author><name>wormtongue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526773428613966023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/21/26564607_3f5251c98f.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18395474.post-9190932639952361510</id><published>2008-01-19T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T07:14:48.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rat race...</title><content type='html'>One of the things we getting used to in this modern high bandwidth world of ours is the access to a immeasurable quantity of wisdom from various status messages in whatever Instant messaging software you might be using.&lt;br /&gt;Its come a long way since all there was to imply your present status while logged into an IM were "busy", "away", and "not at my desk".&lt;br /&gt;Although some of us old schoolers still tend to resort to them , Many of  the more interesting personalities among us  have taken status messaging to a whole new world of creativity and imitation.&lt;br /&gt;"khooni Dhobi"...!!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;"kamatur Kokila"....!!!!???!?!?&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span id="1erq"&gt;There is sunshine right below the silver shining wheel of radiance in my inbox&lt;img framecount="52" style="background-image: url(http://mail.google.com/mail/im/emotisprites/wink0.png); background-position: 0px -144px;" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/images/cleardot.gif" onload="'_GM_EmoticonHandler(" onmouseover="'_GM_EmoticonHandler(" alt="[wink]" pattern="wink" createtime="1200754880109" iconset="classic" height="12" width="13" /&gt; &lt;img framecount="40" style="background-image: url(http://mail.google.com/mail/im/emotisprites/smile0.png); background-position: 0px -132px;" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/images/cleardot.gif" onload="'_GM_EmoticonHandler(" onmouseover="'_GM_EmoticonHandler(" alt="[smile]" pattern="smile" createtime="1200754880109" iconset="classic" height="12" width="13" /&gt;" ...... Right!&lt;br /&gt;"Brade ka badshah, Amlette ka raja, Hamara bajaj"&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to what inspires my title for the day...&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The thing about the rat race is that... even if you come first... you're still a Rat!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;deeeeeep shit!!! aye..&lt;br /&gt;deep!&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Life update-- ( for no one in particular)&lt;br /&gt;Its been busy days the last few months! Hulkat is on high gear and the week runs past me fast enough to make Asafa powell  jealous, which is a good thing, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;The thing about being a lukkha for a long time is, it lets you appreciate the good thing about a busy ass life. I never thought i'd say it, but I think i have a workoholic hidden somewhere inside me.  yay!&lt;br /&gt;So much to do as always, and only a weekend to fit it all into. but every saturday, the only thing that takes priority is sleep!&lt;br /&gt;The constant struggle between the inner workholic and the inner lazybum bastard goes on...&lt;br /&gt;oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18395474-9190932639952361510?l=jinchuuriki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/feeds/9190932639952361510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18395474&amp;postID=9190932639952361510&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/9190932639952361510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/9190932639952361510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/2008/01/rat-race.html' title='Rat race...'/><author><name>wormtongue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526773428613966023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/21/26564607_3f5251c98f.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18395474.post-922693753689681901</id><published>2008-01-15T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T09:27:08.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puncture Pongal....</title><content type='html'>I dunno what it is about me, I suspect tyres dont like anymore.  A bike puncture in the middle of the road while on my way to a most urgent appointment. A double cycle puncture in two days, and a car puncture a few days ago!!!&lt;br /&gt;what traas...&lt;br /&gt;The tyres are conspiring against me, i tell you...&lt;br /&gt;gaah..&lt;br /&gt;Happy Pongal all you Tamil Items....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18395474-922693753689681901?l=jinchuuriki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/feeds/922693753689681901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18395474&amp;postID=922693753689681901&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/922693753689681901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/922693753689681901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/2008/01/puncture-pongal.html' title='Puncture Pongal....'/><author><name>wormtongue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526773428613966023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/21/26564607_3f5251c98f.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18395474.post-5416457339650587988</id><published>2007-10-21T05:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T05:52:15.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flickr</title><content type='html'>This is a test post from &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/r/testpost"&gt;&lt;img alt="flickr" src="http://www.flickr.com/images/flickr_logo_blog.gif" width="41" height="18" border="0" align="absmiddle" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a fancy photo sharing thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18395474-5416457339650587988?l=jinchuuriki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/feeds/5416457339650587988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18395474&amp;postID=5416457339650587988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/5416457339650587988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/5416457339650587988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/2007/10/flickr.html' title='Flickr'/><author><name>wormtongue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526773428613966023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/21/26564607_3f5251c98f.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18395474.post-3001344611329320269</id><published>2007-10-21T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T05:39:25.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>right! so where were we...?</title><content type='html'>Spent just a little too long procrastinating this bit!&lt;br /&gt;Damn! sometimes I hold so true my my descriptions its scares me. :p&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY, 30th MAY 2003!&lt;br /&gt;On that wholly unremarkable day I put up my first ever blog post on shadowfax. :)  Looking the difficulty im having in getting this post up im surprised I managed 3 whole years of blogging and making some amazing friends in the process and learning a lot more about myself. sigh!&lt;br /&gt;Sala, if i could atleast get half the josh i had in those days into this damn blog I'd be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Ive been staring at other peoples stuff for weeks now, wondering how id be like to start over again. but everytime I keep getting stuck at what to say. somehow back then it never was a problem.  I think I've slowly ended up becoming what i always dreaded :p.  One of the GREY PEOPLE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;brrrr..&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;amp;%&amp;amp;^$^*%...&lt;br /&gt;okiee, for those who never have heard my great theory of the grey people here it goes ...&lt;br /&gt;Its the everyday person. The one sitting next to you in the train. staring listlessly at nothing in particular, not really looking forward to anything in life except making some money to provide for his/her family. Living on a steady routine and settled job and a fairly settled life with all the standard complications and worried within and dealing with everyday problems and not seeing anything beyond that life.&lt;br /&gt;Back in my college days, I look at those eyes in the trains all around me and say to myself.. fuck this! I dont wanna end up like them. The grey people.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be different.&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I cant help but feel that all my grand plans have gone to utter waste. I wake up, go to work, come back and sleep. Sure Sangeeta is one lil bright spark in my life but apart from her, im as antisocial as a man can get. NO friends around,  the ones i was so close to have all left town and are now pursuing their own dreams. good for them and im very happy for them. but yaar its so fucking boring here now!!!&lt;br /&gt;Im considering getting rid of my cell phone. Dont ask why, I have no idea. But, I dont want it anymore.  It feels more like a liability than an accessory. more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;And the city isnt helping! I dont travel by trains anymore and somehow that feeling that im disconnected with the world around me has deepened inside me.  and that disconnections is heightened by the crowds. its all so different. Right in front of my eyes, Bombay has changed!!&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how many people would agree with me on this but i cant but feel that this city has changed and its changing for the worse.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time ever, I'm starting to think i dont want to be here anymore!&lt;br /&gt;The only reason Bombay holds on to me is because this is where my career is! for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;Im not really in such a gloomy mood today, but yes i have my worries and they are out for all to see. not that i ever try to hide them but there is a comfort in being able to type it all out on a webpage. where it shall lay for eternity as much as blogger.com's servers will allow it :P&lt;br /&gt;and now I find why I loved blogging so much in the old days!&lt;br /&gt;my own little puke page to throw all my cribs and whines into.&lt;br /&gt;sigh :)&lt;br /&gt;I missed this..&lt;br /&gt;cheers and all that bhosada!!11&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Courier New,Courier,mono;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18395474-3001344611329320269?l=jinchuuriki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/feeds/3001344611329320269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18395474&amp;postID=3001344611329320269&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/3001344611329320269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/3001344611329320269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/2007/10/right-so-where-were-we.html' title='right! so where were we...?'/><author><name>wormtongue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526773428613966023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/21/26564607_3f5251c98f.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18395474.post-2218196590919451214</id><published>2007-09-20T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T11:02:34.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inexperience!</title><content type='html'>Its just that my perfectly normal life is starting to make me extremely restless lately. I cant seem to put a finger or what the reason might be for this mood of mine, Reminds me so much of the old days, spent staring at a wall waiting for a year to end so I could get on with my life. Back then, I used to think if i got through that phase I'd be set for life. I'd be happy and absolutely fucking A-W-E-S-O-ME!!&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm trying to write what da fuck is going on in my head.  The wholes weeks been mostly dull and boring! nothing is holding my interest long enough and if that wasn't enough, I had my folks breathing down my neck with their most valid reasons. which mostly involve Me being a dead weight at home!&lt;br /&gt;They aren't wrong by any means. Any other day I wouldn't admit it but yeah! I am a dead weight.  The list seems endless and the times I disappoint peoples expectations. I still wonder how I walked about with that kinda of cockiness a few years ago when I was nothing , while here I am.. Finally something and I feel worthless!&lt;br /&gt;damn!! I gotta stop making excuses. so many fucking excuses and reasons!!!&lt;br /&gt;Appa got one thing right.. I'm not happy.. and I can't think of any reason NOT to be!&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself I have to achieve my goals, keep clear priorities and be the best at whatever I do. sure easy thing!  but somehow, somewhere I cant help feel that I've gotten sucked into the rat race.&lt;br /&gt;I got a feeling  that this might be a bit of a toothing problem. So many years I've spent doing nothing. Bloody lazy lump of ass with grands plans for world domination and pataoing a nice girl and buying a bike and see the world.  But here I am big shot working man in a big shot animation studio with big shot pressures on big shot movies. woo fucking hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;No! I like what I do, I like how I do it and its one of those few things which makes me feel a little satisfied when I go to sleep at night. But thats it, thats all I do.. I wake,I eat ,  I work, I eat, I sleep! like clockwork... and I don't think I like this very much!!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all this comes down in inexperience,  lazy lump used to plenty of time to do nothing suddenly finds himself with no time to do plenty of things!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday, ( and for my own sake, someday SOON!!)  I get my act together before I'm a wreck! Because this can pretty much drive me nutters!&lt;br /&gt;I guess you know you're in trouble when booze doesn't help de-stress you anymore..&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy! toughie ride ahead!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18395474-2218196590919451214?l=jinchuuriki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/feeds/2218196590919451214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18395474&amp;postID=2218196590919451214&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/2218196590919451214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/2218196590919451214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/2007/09/inexperience.html' title='Inexperience!'/><author><name>wormtongue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526773428613966023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/21/26564607_3f5251c98f.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18395474.post-1096704612053342273</id><published>2007-03-28T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T08:43:00.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life has the most oddest way of sneaking up on us and letting us completely understand the results of our own decisions. Its upto us however to be aware of that exact moment. Silly as that may sound, its the first thing that crossed my mind as I stood stranded at a rickshaw stand on a typicaly crowded evening at Borivali station for over 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;                A rickshaw-wala had just dumped me in the middle of the street and eventually when i did catch a share rick after a bit of push and shove with 10 other office goers I realised what a great thing it is that I am cycling to work everyday.&lt;br /&gt;No more jostling about with hundreds of grey's in the trains. no more waiting in line or staring into space while trying to avoid someones hair running up my nose. No traffic snarls and no train delays.&lt;br /&gt;lovely.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I know, and some who think they know me all too well, laughed at me when I decided to cycle to work everyday. They said, theres no way "I" can do it. I dont have what it takes it seems. Ill quit in a weeks time and take the bus just like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Its only been 2 months now but when they I see the surprise on their faces when they find out Im still doing it everyday, I feel so damn good. :)&lt;br /&gt;A part of me always wants to tell them off.. ask them of fuck off and stop underestimating me. but its a part that isnt courageous enough ( or maybe my other part is too polite) to do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;but yes, I seem to have finally grown some pride into myself.  something which has been severly lacking for a long time. A lotta times in the past Ive said to myself that ill do things my way!! and it feels great to finally begin on atleast ONE part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Office life is pretty good. Still getting used to it though, its been 2 months and Im only just starting to get into some sort of comfort level among my colleagues. &lt;br /&gt;If there is an issue it is that my life apart from office at this moment is pretty much non existant. With the obvious exception of Daayan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I've realised recently,  and i dont know how true it is;&lt;br /&gt;People, mostly are good listeners when you are having miserable time in your life and when you have nothing to say but crib. Whether this is just my imagination going overboard I dont know, but my wacked out reasoning is that it is so, because people find it good to listen to someone whos worse off than they are. Some kind of reassurance that maybe they arent as fucked up as they thought they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dialogues from the Fight Club:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt; When people think you're dying, man . . . they really, really listen to you, instead of just . . . Instead of just waiting for their turn to speak.&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18395474-1096704612053342273?l=jinchuuriki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/feeds/1096704612053342273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18395474&amp;postID=1096704612053342273&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/1096704612053342273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/1096704612053342273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/2007/03/life-has-most-oddest-way-of-sneaking-up.html' title=''/><author><name>wormtongue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526773428613966023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/21/26564607_3f5251c98f.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18395474.post-117009779123339676</id><published>2007-01-29T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T11:09:51.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt; oh boy oh boy!&lt;br /&gt;something to cheer about at last. It feels so damn good to know that I wont be a lukkha anymore. Sure it aint how I would've ideally like it to go but what da hell!! beggers cant be choosers yeah!?&lt;br /&gt;So, how does it feel Mr. Anand Balasubramaniam, Mr.Junior Matchmove TD at Rhythm and hues, bombay india!!&lt;br /&gt;EEEYYYEAAAAAABBBBAA DAABAAAAA DOOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;been out of blogging for a long long while now. Guess a lack of things to crib about means writers block for me.&lt;br /&gt;but then I still dont feel like I much to crib about.&lt;br /&gt;No, I dont think I do have anything at all actually, but now my head is starting to feel the lack of oppurtunity to express itself in a way which is uncaring and absolutely unabashed about life, the universe and everything.&lt;br /&gt;and the answer is 42.&lt;br /&gt;(if you dont know what that meant. god have mercy on your soul )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. life goes on! im starting to get a move on.&lt;br /&gt;things to see.. people to do and all that..&lt;br /&gt;wonder years indeed.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18395474-117009779123339676?l=jinchuuriki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/feeds/117009779123339676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18395474&amp;postID=117009779123339676&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/117009779123339676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/117009779123339676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-boy-oh-boy-something-to-cheer-about.html' title=''/><author><name>wormtongue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526773428613966023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/21/26564607_3f5251c98f.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18395474.post-115817027488504289</id><published>2006-09-13T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T11:00:21.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian Queens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I try to be reasonable..&lt;br /&gt;I try to be patient...&lt;br /&gt;I try to be fucking tolerant!!&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes i feel like lining up every gay bastard i meet and shoot them in the balls.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;%)*&amp;amp;^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, Before any righteous individual starts accusing me of homophobia, lets get a few things&lt;br /&gt;cleared up. NO!! I am not against or I DO NOT hate homosexuals! I dont consider it a act&lt;br /&gt;against god. ( I'd probably argue the existence of GOD, but lets not go there). Its not&lt;br /&gt;entirely against nature even though there is no use of one being homosexual to the whole&lt;br /&gt;natural scheme of things. Propagation of life etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;But, there is ONE thing i definitely hate!! and that is sneaky perverted closet gay bitches&lt;br /&gt;who have nothing better to do that try an have a 5 seconds of fun in a local train by&lt;br /&gt;sticking up close to other men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I travel by train almost everyday.. and not a month goes by without an incident involving&lt;br /&gt;some chut trying to get a little too close for his own comfort. today it was a puny little&lt;br /&gt;bugger reading a newspaper. He wasnt overtly obvious ill give him that, but for a trained&lt;br /&gt;eye such as mine ( which have gone thru one too many such incidents unfortunately)  it was&lt;br /&gt;easy to figure out what hes upto.  for starters he didnt seem to be too keen to leave my&lt;br /&gt;side ( or rather, my front!!) no matter how many times his attempts were thwarted by the&lt;br /&gt;usual commuting public.&lt;br /&gt;And then when i decided i had enough of him and tried to stand on the door.. he immidiately&lt;br /&gt;follows me and stands right behind me. Disgusted as i was.. i couldnt help thinking ( that&lt;br /&gt;wil make his next 10 seconds) *(%)&amp;*%)&amp;amp;^..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in bombay and retaining a level of personal space is difficult. especially with the&lt;br /&gt;kinda rush hour shit we have to live in. and these fellows seem to take complete advantage&lt;br /&gt;of such situations. where a "victim" might not even know he's being felt up. I cant even&lt;br /&gt;imagine how much this must be rampant in the trains all day, everyday. ever since the first time it happened to me, ive been ultra sensitive to anything&lt;br /&gt;encroaching to anywhere within a one foot radius of my body! and it sucks to be that way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a part of me is angry and irritated at this situation, then theres another part of me&lt;br /&gt;which feels pity for the poor buggers. misfits in a traditonal society and living in a&lt;br /&gt;culture,  often narrow minded to even the most innocuous of sexual expression, And that too&lt;br /&gt;heterosexual.&lt;br /&gt;Most of them might actually live off life as happily married men with dual lives.&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats why I try not to whack them in the head and make a scene!! as if they arent&lt;br /&gt;fucked up enough.... I dunno!! but sometimes!! im so god damn tempted to break the fucking&lt;br /&gt;bones of the next guy who tries to get near my crotch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe... i guess this is how girls feel yeah?&lt;br /&gt;fucking sexually repressed society! &amp;*%)&amp;amp;^..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder if it isnt such a bad thing to get a little "westernised" in certain matters...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18395474-115817027488504289?l=jinchuuriki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/feeds/115817027488504289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18395474&amp;postID=115817027488504289&amp;isPopup=true' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/115817027488504289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/115817027488504289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/2006/09/indian-queens.html' title='Indian Queens'/><author><name>wormtongue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526773428613966023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/21/26564607_3f5251c98f.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18395474.post-115765215836347733</id><published>2006-09-07T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T11:09:06.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rang de Basanti Effect</title><content type='html'>Whatever happened to the good ol days of "chalta hai, jane de." ... ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a movie has done what no politican , teacher or parent has managed to do in a couple of decades of decadence in this poor dear fucked up country of our's. One fairly run of the mil movie about a bunch of "youngsters" who decide not to take any more shit seems to have woken up the chutya bums of this country.&lt;br /&gt;ok, so yeah, It hasnt spawned a whole bunch of vigilante idiots wanting to kill the next minister who messes with them.. ( god save Arjun Singh if that were to happen) but the effect in its own subliminal sort of way is there for all to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First if it was the unexpected backlash to the reservation bullshit, It was weak, disorganised , and up against a rival which cannot be defeated by any means other than nuclear bomb right up their arse, but like a guerilla war against a superpower. it was heartening to see that a bunch of doctors, Engineers and other assorted youngsters werent going to take whatever crap gets thrown at them without a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got caned on the streets and blasted with watercannons, It seemed like the rang de basanti was playing itself out in real life. I sat and watched it unfold on tv, first thinking.. bollocks!! jane de.. kuch nahi hoga.. apun kuch nahi kar sakte!&lt;br /&gt;and then i see guys and girls my own age getting lathi charged and im thinking.. fuck this!! i oughta join them.. they cant do this to us!&lt;br /&gt;okie, so I didnt exactly go man the front lines after that day.. but it had stirred me enough to go to one of the protest rallies in support of the "FIGHT AGAINST RESERVATION"&lt;br /&gt;Righto...&lt;br /&gt;taa daah.. my great deed for the country n all.. woo hoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/wormtongue/154917987/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/62/154917987_55ccbd4ebe_m.jpg" alt="Banner time" height="160" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if in the midst of hundreds of engineers and doctors , it all felt like a bit of a farce. everyone had been reduced to a rabbel rousing gathering.&lt;br /&gt;i mean what did abusing Arjun singh and calling HARAMKHOR numerous time achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you confront a team of rag picker boys who stalked the crowd looking for discarded plastics cups and plates, it couldnt help make one feel shameful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/wormtongue/154917989/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/76/154917989_5400daebae_m.jpg" alt="paradox" height="240" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that seems like a long time ago,&lt;br /&gt;and when one thought it would be a one off event which came to no end..&lt;br /&gt;the last couple of weeks have been rocked by an assortment of issues involving students. Be it the Chandigarh mobile phone fiasco, The Ujjain election bullshit, or the latest Amity dress code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students or so called student reps are taking charge of a direct confrontation to face what they feel are unfair rules. In some cases it might be a good thing, but in the likes of Ujjain is where we see the hazards of overdoing it.&lt;br /&gt;but, perhaps in the long run , this is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;for a while now, the youth of this country seemed happy to live out its own life and not bother about what the state of affairs are around him/her. but now its starting to hit home and its good to see most of us putting up a fight.&lt;br /&gt;whether its warranted or not is another issue all together. but the fact that, theres a fight still left in us will probably be a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bob dylan&lt;/span&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ome gather 'round people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Wherever you roam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And admit that the waters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Around you have grown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And accept it that soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You'll be drenched to the bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If your time to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Is worth savin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Then you better start swimmin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Or you'll sink like a stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;For the times they are a-changin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Come writers and critics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Who prophesize with your pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And keep your eyes wide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The chance won't come again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And don't speak too soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;For the wheel's still in spin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And there's no tellin' who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;That it's namin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;For the loser now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Will be later to win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;For the times they are a-changin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Come senators, congressmen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Please heed the call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Don't stand in the doorway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Don't block up the hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;For he that gets hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Will be he who has stalled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;There's a battle outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And it is ragin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It'll soon shake your windows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And rattle your walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;For the times they are a-changin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Come mothers and fathers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Throughout the land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And don't criticize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;What you can't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Your sons and your daughters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Are beyond your command&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Your old road is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Rapidly agin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Please get out of the new one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If you can't lend your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;For the times they are a-changin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The line it is drawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The curse it is cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The slow one now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Will later be fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;As the present now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Will later be past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The order is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Rapidly fadin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And the first one now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Will later be last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;For the times they are a-changin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18395474-115765215836347733?l=jinchuuriki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/feeds/115765215836347733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18395474&amp;postID=115765215836347733&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/115765215836347733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/115765215836347733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/2006/09/rang-de-basanti-effect.html' title='The Rang de Basanti Effect'/><author><name>wormtongue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526773428613966023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/21/26564607_3f5251c98f.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18395474.post-115540508744394205</id><published>2006-08-12T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T10:55:30.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gyaan  Session</title><content type='html'>amma: oye...&lt;br /&gt;amma: sa KANK...&lt;br /&gt;amma: just..&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: k how it is?&lt;br /&gt;amma: with my parents&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: :P&lt;br /&gt;amma: ummm...interesting...&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: i hear it could give tough competition to mallu soaps for the waaah  quotient&lt;br /&gt;amma: :))&lt;br /&gt;amma: well...I cannot a movie immediately..&lt;br /&gt;amma: woh mere consiousness mein rehta hain ek do hafte...when the final judgement form hota hain...&lt;br /&gt;amma: but it had me thinking personally...&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13:  my goad..&lt;br /&gt;amma: for I am quite critical of extra marital affairs...&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: the movie is about emas?&lt;br /&gt;amma: yup...&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: wokay&lt;br /&gt;amma: wots ur take on infidelity?&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: hmm.. wrong che..&lt;br /&gt;amma: u know....I have friends....office emin..&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: yeah i know. i know.&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: you told already&lt;br /&gt;amma: who will go...so wot if U love someone who is married...&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: it seems very  but barobar nati..&lt;br /&gt;amma: I wud go like  No...Not quite right...&lt;br /&gt;amma: but they will go like....principles n all don't matter when u in love..&lt;br /&gt;amma:  :|&lt;br /&gt;amma: n I think they r right...&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: provided it IS love..&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: usually its just wantign to have saax&lt;br /&gt;amma: yeaaaa&lt;br /&gt;amma: then it's ridiculous...&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: see if its really loveee.. then i guess its okie..&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: but just for saax if you are gonna cheat on your mate. thats not right. might as well break it off&lt;br /&gt;amma: but I am quite old fashioned...like believing All live happily ever after.....but it's scary Andy....&lt;br /&gt;amma: any relationship needs so much hard work...&lt;br /&gt;amma: but this aint like any Karan johar flick...&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: thats true.. scary it is..&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: it takes time..&lt;br /&gt;amma: fuck...enormous hard work man...human beings r so complex....&lt;br /&gt;amma: tackling all complexities including ours is...really tough...&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13:  aisa sochegi nah.. pagal ho jayegi..&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: trust me..&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: itna dimag nahi ladaneka..&lt;br /&gt;amma: actually...one day at a time&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: no no.. aisa bhi nahi.&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: just dimag jyada nahi ladaneka..&lt;br /&gt;amma: no wonder ppl develop cold feet hearing marriage...&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: think of the future..but dont go overboard..&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: be cautious..&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: like riding a new bike or car&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: you dont think about doing 360 jumps on you first time or riding a F1 do ya..&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: first see how it works, then see how to shift gears , then how to turn&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: then get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;amma:&lt;br /&gt;amma: aaaaaaah gyaan n all haan...&lt;br /&gt;amma:&lt;br /&gt;amma: Andy: like riding a new bike or car&lt;br /&gt;Andy: you dont think about doing 360 jumps on you first time or riding a F1 do ya..&lt;br /&gt;amma: wrong analogy..for me...&lt;br /&gt;amma: I dont understand cars n bikes...&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: well when u learn you will know..&lt;br /&gt;amma: doosra analogy de...&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: hmm k cycle then??&lt;br /&gt;amma:&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: you know how to ride a cycle??&lt;br /&gt;amma: yeaa I love cycles&lt;br /&gt;amma:&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: okie .. do see what thoe bmx people do?&lt;br /&gt;amma: no&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: okie.. wait..&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freestyle_BMX&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: google  tailwhip 360 ka images!!&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: arre its those stunt cyclist re..  its become a major sport now..&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: xgames it called..&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: freestyle bmx..&lt;br /&gt;amma: ohhh....&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: well.. when you learned to ride a cycle.. you never were wondering how soon  you can do backflip nah&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: http://clients.newel.net/particulier/bmx-hd/Images/Backflip.gif&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: like this.&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: well....&lt;br /&gt;amma:&lt;br /&gt;amma: yeaaaa&lt;br /&gt;amma: haan bol..&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: so relatonship is like that wonly..&lt;br /&gt;amma: toh?&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: not to think if unecessary things&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: what you got.. ( probably a nice bsa slr  or max a rockshox) be happy with it..&lt;br /&gt;amma:&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: and try and learn to use it nice and do the best yuo can for as long as you can with it..&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: when the cycle isnt smooth enough and it gives you trouble what do you do..&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: first try to repair it&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: but if it stil doesnt work, you never throw it away do ya.. you always will hate to give it away same with items and chavas.. when it doesnt work.. its hard to let go..but then soocho to laeve or not to leave.&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: im loving this gyaan session&lt;br /&gt;amma:&lt;br /&gt;amma: oh god&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: make sense nah..&lt;br /&gt;amma: being in relationship has taught u lot of things...gawd...&lt;br /&gt;anandshine13: lavda.. i knew all of this before wonly.. i da man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super fast gyaan session in 10 mins . are my friend lucky bastiches or what!!!???&lt;br /&gt;buhahahaha.... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18395474-115540508744394205?l=jinchuuriki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/feeds/115540508744394205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18395474&amp;postID=115540508744394205&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/115540508744394205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/115540508744394205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/2006/08/gyaan-session.html' title='Gyaan  Session'/><author><name>wormtongue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526773428613966023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/21/26564607_3f5251c98f.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18395474.post-115534858846912951</id><published>2006-08-11T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T19:09:48.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One night at a Animation studio...</title><content type='html'>OK, Now this might not become a best seller like certain IIM IIT whatever people we all know, but this little adventure of mine is of my first night at my own animation studio/class where i decided to book the computer for a night  after months of pestering from a certain classmate .&lt;br /&gt;why book a computer? ... to practise the shit we learn every day in class.. but instead of sitting at home and getting distracted by phone calls, ammas, food, tv, porn, rain, itchy balls, thirst, a fly on the monitor, girlfriend, YM buzzes, food, porn, itchy balls..... you get the idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt totally in the mood for it the day before, because the idea of having to sit inside a "lab" ( as our rooms with computers are called) for about 8 hours all night is NOT something I was wholly prepared to do. so, with a sigh and and shrug and a false determination that YES!! AAJ TOH YEH KARKE HI REHNA HAI"... off i went to the zombie shift training. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, just in case more regular readers are expecting a crib fest like in the old days.... :P NAAATTT!!! :P:P   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maja came honestly.  I was in a lab with another 5 guys, ALL of whom seemed to be north Indians. One of them was my dilli ka dost  oye.. half of what he says is completely lost on me.. but i assume hes cracking some joke all the time so i smile and nod my head or shake my head depending on his expression and hope i got it right.&lt;br /&gt;for some reason, one Banarasi fellow and another Dilli fellow kept calling each .. SIRRRR SIIRRRRR for no reason!!.. every sentence started with a .. OJI sirrrrr  me kya keh reya uunn."..&lt;br /&gt;hmm... these north Indians are wierd i say.... :P&lt;br /&gt;But honestly.. it felt better than sitting between a bunch of marathis. atleast it was still hindi :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they were quite helpful too..:P  cleared up some issues and suggested interesting different ways to improve my efficiency.&lt;br /&gt;and I , in turn, helped out imparting my world famous in Borivali GYAAN!! on how to KICK properly so that the banarasi fellow could aminate a fighter hot chick.. ( nice boobs on that character yaa.. drrool )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 hours well spent... goody goody..&lt;br /&gt;but it made me realise something which I've been worrying about for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know where im going. A year ago I was pretty gung ho about all this animation business. but I'm starting to doubt myself. whether im really truly prepared to make it.&lt;br /&gt;In the engineering days, anything other than engg seemed to be great, and a career in animation seemed utterly lovely :) hallowed ground even.. but im here now, i can see how things go.. im still learning and in a couple of months time I have to start hunting for a job.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont know anymore...&lt;br /&gt;I dont work nearly half as hard as the fellows i say today. ( and THEY SAY!!.. that there are others there whos work will blow me away ...:-s )&lt;br /&gt;ahem... no one has said anything like that about my work.. hell i dont have anything to show yet.&lt;br /&gt;I passed engg ... woo hoo.. im learning animation ... woo hoo.. but everyday im saying to myself.. buck up you fat lazy piece of shit. what da hell are you procrastinating?&lt;br /&gt;but I think my self motivational prowress is at a bit of a slump at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got 2 months to make something out of all this...&lt;br /&gt;i got plans.. i got loads and loads of plans.. but i have no idea if i can pull em off..&lt;br /&gt;im a little scared... not shit in pants kinds yet, but something like PRE- nailbiting scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have a choice anymore... i cant mess this up.&lt;br /&gt;what other options do i have....&lt;br /&gt;engineering site job... k pass&lt;br /&gt;call centre....................k pass&lt;br /&gt;coolie............................hmm....&lt;br /&gt;call boy/giggolo...........gotta lose 20 kgs&lt;br /&gt;suicide..........................k thanx.&lt;br /&gt;boob farmer................looks promising but unpredictable market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.....&lt;br /&gt;not much there...&lt;br /&gt;oh well.... letsee..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18395474-115534858846912951?l=jinchuuriki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/feeds/115534858846912951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18395474&amp;postID=115534858846912951&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/115534858846912951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/115534858846912951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-night-at-animation-studio.html' title='One night at a Animation studio...'/><author><name>wormtongue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526773428613966023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/21/26564607_3f5251c98f.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18395474.post-115506608636835351</id><published>2006-08-08T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T13:08:30.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once upon a time, there lived a boy called Anand…. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, he’s still pretty much alive. A little more rounder at the waist perhaps, but alive and well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And for a while all was good….&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He was like a &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Bombay&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; road… a perpetual Work in progress… sorry for the inconvenience; bear with us today for a better tomorrow and all that. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When people asked him what he did, He would easily reply, hey I’m doing my engineering man!! Royally screwed yeah, still got years to go to get it over and done with. Blah Blah blah… &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, for a while… it was all good.. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, not good in a yippie dee doo dah, yabba daaba doo way all the time, because there was the usually adolescent bullshit of heart breaks, exams, fucking pain in the ass college professors and oh yes… KT KT KT. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But, then one fine day, He was done with engineering. He had done his time, paid his debt to society (No! the phrase isn’t appropriate, I know!! But hey, you haven’t been to my college either) and after 6 long years of chutyagiri! (For lack of a better word) he’d say he had turned out pretty fine. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Phirst class!!! Even…. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, why am I referring to myself in the third person you might think…? &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t know!!! So don’t ask.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, here I am..&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2 months since the end of engineering college has left a nice BIGASS void in my life! For which I will be eternally thankful.. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A first class( buhaha)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;mechanical engineer, trying to make it in the world of 3d animation. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For 6 years, I’ve hidden myself behind the “work in progress” tag. And now as that reassuring bit of security is slowly getting dissipated, I find myself in a scary new situation. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s Time to take on the big bad world. And I’m not ashamed to say, I am scared shitless!!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That blogging bug is back! For a while now, I couldn’t write.. Especially when all I did write was what I DID and how I DID it.. And forget another reader; it was ME who was getting bored of my own shit. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, a good long break and I think I’ve understood why exactly I had started this shit in the first place. I was nervous as hell, and had no idea what I was doing and I wanted a place to puke all the shit in my head out. And I wanted people to read it too.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I’m glad many people did and liked it, enjoyed it or reacted to it. :) &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thank you. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I’m also sorry that you had put up with the crap that I was spewing for the last few months. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This break had made me realize that unlike in the old days when I used this blog as a place to vent my thoughts out, I had reduced it a place where I gave near trivial accounts of the silly things I was doing once in a while… &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of course, it doesn’t mean that I’ll not be talking about what keedas i'm upto at all nowadays. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways…. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The one thing I will do is give shadowfax a break!! :)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And for a new life ( getting melodramatic now :P ) a new blog… &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jinchuuriki. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Welcome.. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cheers.. and all that bhosada!!!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Buhahaha. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18395474-115506608636835351?l=jinchuuriki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/feeds/115506608636835351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18395474&amp;postID=115506608636835351&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/115506608636835351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/115506608636835351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/2006/08/once-upon-time-there-lived-boy-called.html' title=''/><author><name>wormtongue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526773428613966023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/21/26564607_3f5251c98f.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18395474.post-114755317378285000</id><published>2006-05-13T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T13:47:07.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK THE POLICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/52/145640618_9c6c9dc7fe.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/52/145640618_9c6c9dc7fe.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking shame...&lt;br /&gt;A blatant display of abuse of power of law by the very same who are supposed to be protecing it. no remorse, no hesistation, no warning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;political hooligans get away with murder and the pandus watch and do nothing, but a few students protest against government backed reservation policy and they get beaten up black and blue with lathis....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not one act of violence from the protesters to elicit such a response. trains get stopped every other month, buses are vandalised, offices are ransacked, ordinary people get affected by bastard vigilante political activists.. the police does nothing...&lt;br /&gt;but when ordinary people take the streets.. they get thrashed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not over yet...&lt;br /&gt;it was remarkable to see the students take the violence and not resort to similar retaliation. And that was an act of honor and dignity that the Mumbai police can and SHOULD never be alllowed to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reservations are a tricky issue. but to implement it just for the sake of appeasing the masses to gain political mileage is just not right!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and if they think that, we would just lay down and NOT care...&lt;br /&gt;then FUCK YOU....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taking a break untill my exams are done.. no blogging i said.. but it felt shameful to see students like myself getting beaten up and yet stand fast for what they believe in!!!&lt;br /&gt;and fuck the exams.. fuck the police...&lt;br /&gt;if theres another protest.. i wanna be in too!!&lt;br /&gt;this shouldnt be happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should be afraid of the government.. they should be afraid of US!!&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE THE FUTURE MR. MINISTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;DONT FUCK WITH US!!!......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://yfemumbai.blogspot.com/"&gt;'youth for Equality'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join the cause.. or just sit at home and shake your head...&lt;br /&gt;whatever!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18395474-114755317378285000?l=jinchuuriki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/feeds/114755317378285000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18395474&amp;postID=114755317378285000&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/114755317378285000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/114755317378285000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/2006/05/fuck-police.html' title='FUCK THE POLICE'/><author><name>wormtongue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526773428613966023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/21/26564607_3f5251c98f.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18395474.post-113405507628895411</id><published>2005-12-08T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T20:45:59.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Idea....</title><content type='html'>well, its been a while since i created this blog, but i wasnt entirely sure about what to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a guy who's been blogging for well over 2 years on a blog in another place, its strange that im having this much trouble in making up my mind. Anyways, I named this one &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;JINCHUURIKI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;At a time, when I was quite frustrated with my whole state of being. It felt as if there was this monster sitting inside of me, being held back by circumstance and a very fucked up academic record. (which any poor indian bloke will tell you, is usually a matter of supreme importance in the social acceptance of individual)&lt;br /&gt;In that period of absolute failure and setbacks was when I first started to blog.  A lovely addiction to THE LORD OF THE RINGS book had me name my first and long running blog as http://shadowfax.rediffblogs.com&lt;br /&gt;and ive been having a good time there for a while now... but it just seemed like its time to start of something new.  so.... here i am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who dont know it..( and there might be quite a few of those)&lt;br /&gt;The word JINCHUURIKI..has been taken from the &lt;a href="www.narutofan.com"&gt;NARUTO&lt;/a&gt; manga/anime series.&lt;br /&gt;Jinchuuriki is the name given to a person with a powerful demon sealed inside him/her.  A demon that is contained yet influences the persons way to life to a great extent. his weakness and his strenght. &lt;br /&gt;Its a lovely concept, and very entertaining manga.&lt;br /&gt;anyways... so here we go.. a new blog begins.&lt;br /&gt;letsee how this goes..&lt;br /&gt;for stuff from my older and still running piece...&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href="http://shadowfax.rediffblogs.com"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18395474-113405507628895411?l=jinchuuriki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/feeds/113405507628895411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18395474&amp;postID=113405507628895411&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/113405507628895411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/113405507628895411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/2005/12/idea.html' title='The Idea....'/><author><name>wormtongue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526773428613966023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/21/26564607_3f5251c98f.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18395474.post-113370275972527351</id><published>2005-12-04T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T05:25:59.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wonder why that profile is not getting updated!! aww well.. still a while for exams to finish.. be right back ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18395474-113370275972527351?l=jinchuuriki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/feeds/113370275972527351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18395474&amp;postID=113370275972527351&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/113370275972527351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/113370275972527351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-wonder-why-that-profile-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>wormtongue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526773428613966023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/21/26564607_3f5251c98f.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18395474.post-113050693792641746</id><published>2005-10-28T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T06:51:39.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm... Ill be back!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18395474-113050693792641746?l=jinchuuriki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/feeds/113050693792641746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18395474&amp;postID=113050693792641746&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/113050693792641746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18395474/posts/default/113050693792641746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinchuuriki.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>wormtongue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526773428613966023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/21/26564607_3f5251c98f.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
