<?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-874608414057834257</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:10:18.661-07:00</updated><category term='NYWAYS'/><title type='text'>LORD...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874608414057834257/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>moral junkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15812202815737138972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/So4zyjpMftI/AAAAAAAAAS8/t0yYU2OzirQ/S220/3_4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874608414057834257.post-7089216017931438497</id><published>2009-08-20T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:25:27.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take - 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was raining &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; heavily that day and it seemed as if god himself has descended down to earth to make this happen ; lighting all around, winds blowing as if to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;prophesies&lt;/span&gt; something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, nothing of that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;.{mind it, i have this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;habit&lt;/span&gt; of exaggerating stuff}.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt; , it was raining ; better of we can say6 it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;drizzling&lt;/span&gt; and this had to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pranav being&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;quintessential&lt;/span&gt; flirt that he was offered his umbrella to her. he was like , " hey class &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mein&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;jate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;jate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;puri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tarah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;bhing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;jayegi&lt;/span&gt;, u can share my umbrella."&lt;br /&gt;News flash : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Pranav&lt;/span&gt;-21 , smart , overconfident , rich spoilt brat , has a record in watching porn continuously for 6 hours ; who's dream was to get into symbiosis institute of mass communication and pursue journalism.{&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; that part was not needed}.&lt;br /&gt;He never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; have imagined how life was gonna take a u-turn after that. he had come to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;kolkata&lt;/span&gt; for his higher studies or say "graduation" and this was supposedly his last year in college.&lt;br /&gt;he had planned everything in a pragmatic way...grads in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; honors -post grads from symbiosis in journalism-go abroad-do his m.b.a. ....then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Wat&lt;/span&gt; marry his childhood sweetheart. But consequential things like destiny , faith and all had in store a life not so glossy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            to be continued....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874608414057834257-7089216017931438497?l=lord11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/feeds/7089216017931438497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=874608414057834257&amp;postID=7089216017931438497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874608414057834257/posts/default/7089216017931438497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874608414057834257/posts/default/7089216017931438497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/2009/08/take-1.html' title='Take - 1'/><author><name>moral junkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15812202815737138972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/So4zyjpMftI/AAAAAAAAAS8/t0yYU2OzirQ/S220/3_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874608414057834257.post-736970499048434624</id><published>2009-08-20T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:05:57.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>juste comme ca.</title><content type='html'>In contention with the last post....i continue..well lets c...wat topic amongst the four do i touch first...lemme  think....hmn..hmnn&lt;br /&gt;hmn..&lt;br /&gt;hmn..&lt;br /&gt;ok ..what i will do is ; try n connect the four incidents one by one...&lt;br /&gt;but dudes and divas and occasional visitors to my blog , i start of by sharing a figment of my own imagination...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874608414057834257-736970499048434624?l=lord11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/feeds/736970499048434624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=874608414057834257&amp;postID=736970499048434624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874608414057834257/posts/default/736970499048434624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874608414057834257/posts/default/736970499048434624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/2009/08/juste-comme-ca.html' title='juste comme ca.'/><author><name>moral junkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15812202815737138972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/So4zyjpMftI/AAAAAAAAAS8/t0yYU2OzirQ/S220/3_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874608414057834257.post-8282428116843187970</id><published>2009-08-20T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:58:20.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The return fo the Jedi..</title><content type='html'>Its been more than a year i suppose since i updated this place ; man..seriously its been a  long time.&lt;br /&gt;well how do i put this....&lt;br /&gt;the last  year was a literal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roller&lt;/span&gt; costar ride for me.&lt;br /&gt;In the next few weeks i will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;majorly&lt;/span&gt; dealing with 4 incidents and will elaborate on that. they are as follows..&lt;br /&gt;1)my on n off encounter with symbiosis .&lt;br /&gt;2)Relationship...argh...(not again)..yes i had fallen for a girl almost like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hindi&lt;/span&gt; film lunatic hero.&lt;br /&gt;3)Me getting a backlog in a subject.&lt;br /&gt;4)An attempt to suicide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874608414057834257-8282428116843187970?l=lord11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/feeds/8282428116843187970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=874608414057834257&amp;postID=8282428116843187970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874608414057834257/posts/default/8282428116843187970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874608414057834257/posts/default/8282428116843187970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/2009/08/return-fo-jedi.html' title='The return fo the Jedi..'/><author><name>moral junkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15812202815737138972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/So4zyjpMftI/AAAAAAAAAS8/t0yYU2OzirQ/S220/3_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874608414057834257.post-6181690587667449092</id><published>2008-05-20T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T01:27:23.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFESSIONS OF A SOLITARY JUNKIE....</title><content type='html'>its been along time since i updated this space,but finaly i am blogging after a month or so or even more; fells like a lifetime though.&lt;br /&gt;this time around let me talk about my experince at alliance francaise du bengale where i had enrolled myself to learn french.&lt;br /&gt;its been almost 6 months since i had joined this institute but now teh clases are over;&lt;br /&gt;i never realized that it would change my life in scuh a way;&lt;br /&gt;although its like a encore of emotions that is striking my conscience right now but nevertheless life has go on n i gotto to move on.&lt;br /&gt;the classes commenced just  aweek ago;we even had our exams recently on the 19th.&lt;br /&gt;i can now honestly proclaim that my french endeavour was not that bad infact it was great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iniatially it was kinda fun..but i never realised that i wud fall for a gal so seriuosly....i didnt even imagine...tat now i wud die to meet everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dnt wanna leave her&lt;br /&gt;but anyway...&lt;br /&gt;loved everytime...every moment of the classes at bimal villa&lt;br /&gt;mais j'espere utsav gives us a treat though....&lt;br /&gt;had great fun all the time&lt;br /&gt;jsut wish all join 12 for a reason.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874608414057834257-6181690587667449092?l=lord11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/feeds/6181690587667449092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=874608414057834257&amp;postID=6181690587667449092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874608414057834257/posts/default/6181690587667449092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874608414057834257/posts/default/6181690587667449092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/2008/05/confessions-of-solitary-junkie.html' title='CONFESSIONS OF A SOLITARY JUNKIE....'/><author><name>moral junkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15812202815737138972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/So4zyjpMftI/AAAAAAAAAS8/t0yYU2OzirQ/S220/3_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874608414057834257.post-7042703014343658016</id><published>2008-04-03T07:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T07:41:14.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>past 3 hafta</title><content type='html'>Well when the going gets bad u get screwd from all corners of your life.&lt;br /&gt;After returning frm my trip..i was down with typhoid.....i still dont know what causes it...anyway&lt;br /&gt;i got grounded for a week..still on medication....ahhhhh i hate those bloody tablets.....n the injections besides.&lt;br /&gt;After returning to calcuta....well i just thought life would be normal but god had some other plans...&lt;br /&gt;few days ago i had a fight with around 12 boys from our college......still wondering what happened to me....simple yaar i got bashed up.....ego problems...&lt;br /&gt;You know i always do good unto others but everytime i get screwd...&lt;br /&gt;anyway.....there is one +ve thing that happened....i topped my internal exams in my college....&lt;br /&gt;other than tat nothing good happned...&lt;br /&gt;french classes are still on and unfortunately exams are knocking on my door....&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless until next time.....and if i stay alive ...i wiil be back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/So4zyjpMftI/AAAAAAAAAS8/t0yYU2OzirQ/S220/3_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874608414057834257.post-5431010611051184649</id><published>2008-04-03T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:27:05.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lp ma life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/R_TqGnSxGYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/EuYbw8MpeyM/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185026470358096258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/R_TqGnSxGYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/EuYbw8MpeyM/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/R_Tn8HSxGXI/AAAAAAAAANs/TyGD7AJOjbg/s1600-h/lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185024090946214258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/R_Tn8HSxGXI/AAAAAAAAANs/TyGD7AJOjbg/s320/lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;linkin park.....woh!! is the only word tat comes to my mind when i think about them......all their songs the lyrics..everything about them inspires me....truly madly deeply...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Linkin Park is a rock band from Agoura hills , California. Since their formation in 1996, the band has sold more than fifty million albums and won two Grammy Awards. They achieved mainstream success with their debut album, Hybrid Theory, which was certified Diamond by the RIAA in 2005. Their following studio album, Meteora continued the band's success, topping the Billboard 200s album charts in 2003, and was followed by extensive touring and charity work around the world.&lt;br /&gt;Recognized for their adaptation of the metal&lt;a title="Nu metal" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nu_metal"&gt;l&lt;/a&gt; genre into a radio-friendly yet densely-layered style in Hybrid Theory and Meteora, the band moved away from this and explored a variety of other genres in their latest studio album, Minutes to Midnight.The album topped the Billboard Charts and had the third best debut week of any album that year. They are also known for their several collaborations, most notably with rapper Jay-Zin their mash-up album Collision Course, and many other artists on Reanimation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Early years (1996–1999)&lt;br /&gt;Originally consisting of three high school friends, Linkin Park’s foundation was anchored by Mike Shinoda and Brad Delsonalong with Rob Bourdon. After graduating from high school, the California natives began to take their musical interests more seriously, recruiting Joe Hahn, Dave "Phoenix" Farrell, and Mark Wakefield to perform in their band then titled Xero. Though limited in resources, the band began recording and producing songs within Shinoda’s make-shift bedroom studio in 1996.[ Tensions and frustration within the band grew after they failed to land a record deal. The lack of success and stalemate in progress prompted Wakefield, at that time the band's vocalist, to leave the band in search for other projects. Farrell would also leave the band to tour with Tasty Snax and other bands.&lt;br /&gt;After spending a considerable time searching for Wakefield's replacement, Xero recruited Arizona vocalist Chester Bennington Jeff Blue, the vice president of Zomba Music, had referred him to the band in March 1999. Bennington, formerly of Grey Daze, became a standout among applicants on account of his unique singing style. The band changed their name from Xero to Hybrid Theory.The newborn vocal chemistry between Shinoda and Bennington helped revive the band, inciting them to work on new material.The band’s renaissance culminated with a change in name; from Hybrid Theory, the band changed their name to Linkin Park, a play on and homage to Santa Monica’s Lincoln Park.However, despite these changes, the band still struggled to sign a record deal. After facing numerous rejections from several major record labels Linkin Park turned to Jeff Blue for additional help. After failing to catch Warner Bros.on three previous reviews, Jeff Blue, now the vice president of Warner Bros. Records, helped the band sign a deal with the company in 1999. Now aside with Warner Bros. Records, the band released their breakthrough album, Hybrid Theory, the following year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Award&lt;br /&gt;Category&lt;br /&gt;2002 2006&lt;br /&gt;Grammy award&lt;br /&gt;Best Hard Rock Performance - "Crawling"&lt;br /&gt;Best Rap/Sung Collaboration – "Numb/Encore"&lt;br /&gt;2002&lt;br /&gt;MTV Video Music Awards&lt;br /&gt;Best Rock Video– "In the End&lt;br /&gt;2003&lt;br /&gt;Best Rock Video – "Somewhere I Belong"&lt;br /&gt;Viewer's Choice Award – "Breaking the Habit"&lt;br /&gt;2003 Nov&lt;br /&gt;American Music Awards&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Alternative Artist&lt;br /&gt;2004&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Alternative Artist&lt;br /&gt;2007&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Alternative Artist&lt;br /&gt;2002&lt;br /&gt;MTV Asia Award&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Breakthrough Artis&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Video - "Pts.OF.Athrty&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Alternative Artist&lt;br /&gt;2004&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Video - "Breaking the Habit&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Rock Act....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I become so numb..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874608414057834257-5431010611051184649?l=lord11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/feeds/5431010611051184649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=874608414057834257&amp;postID=5431010611051184649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874608414057834257/posts/default/5431010611051184649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874608414057834257/posts/default/5431010611051184649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/2008/04/lp-ma-life.html' title='lp ma life'/><author><name>moral junkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15812202815737138972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/So4zyjpMftI/AAAAAAAAAS8/t0yYU2OzirQ/S220/3_4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/R_TqGnSxGYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/EuYbw8MpeyM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874608414057834257.post-1972679412145323211</id><published>2008-04-03T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:27:05.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gaan shaana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/R_Tj_XSxGWI/AAAAAAAAANk/68FLy_EERqE/s1600-h/Young_cobain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185019748734277986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/R_Tj_XSxGWI/AAAAAAAAANk/68FLy_EERqE/s320/Young_cobain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/R_Tj2HSxGVI/AAAAAAAAANc/0wbmPbNKxgI/s1600-h/p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185019589820488018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/R_Tj2HSxGVI/AAAAAAAAANc/0wbmPbNKxgI/s320/p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey after a long time i am posting something....this time i would rather speak about two peole who have inspired me from the music sphere. One of them is kurt cobain.....obiously he is dead..i just wish  he was still around...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kurt Donald Cobain (&lt;a title="February 20" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/February_20"&gt;February 20&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="1967" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1967"&gt;1967&lt;/a&gt; – &lt;a title="Circa" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Circa"&gt;c.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="April 5" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/April_5"&gt;April 5&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="1994" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1994"&gt;1994&lt;/a&gt;), was an &lt;a title="United States" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States"&gt;American&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Musician" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Musician"&gt;musician&lt;/a&gt; who served as &lt;a title="Singer" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singer"&gt;lead singer&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Guitarist" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guitarist"&gt;guitarist&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a title="Songwriter" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Songwriter"&gt;songwriter&lt;/a&gt; for the &lt;a title="Seattle, Washington" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seattle,_Washington"&gt;Seattle&lt;/a&gt;-based &lt;a title="Rock music" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock_music"&gt;rock&lt;/a&gt; band &lt;a title="Nirvana (band)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nirvana_(band)"&gt;Nirvana&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Cobain formed Nirvana in 1987 with &lt;a title="Krist Novoselic" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krist_Novoselic"&gt;Krist Novoselic&lt;/a&gt;. Within two years, the band became a fixture of the burgeoning Seattle &lt;a title="Grunge music" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grunge_music"&gt;grunge&lt;/a&gt; scene. In 1991, the arrival of Nirvana's "&lt;a title="Smells Like Teen Spirit" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smells_Like_Teen_Spirit"&gt;Smells Like Teen Spirit&lt;/a&gt;" marked the beginning of a dramatic shift of popular rock music away from the dominant genres of the 1980s (&lt;a title="Glam metal" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glam_metal"&gt;glam metal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Arena rock" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arena_rock"&gt;arena rock&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a title="Dance-pop" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dance-pop"&gt;dance-pop&lt;/a&gt;) and toward grunge and &lt;a title="Alternative rock" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alternative_rock"&gt;alternative rock&lt;/a&gt;. The music media eventually awarded the song "anthem-of-a-generation" status,&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kurt_Cobain#cite_note-0"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt; and, with it, Cobain was labeled a "spokesman" for &lt;a title="Generation X" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Generation_X"&gt;Generation X&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;During the last years of his life, Cobain struggled with &lt;a title="Drug addiction" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drug_addiction"&gt;drug addiction&lt;/a&gt; and the media pressures surrounding him and his wife, &lt;a title="Courtney Love" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Courtney_Love"&gt;Courtney Love&lt;/a&gt;. On &lt;a title="April 8" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/April_8"&gt;April 8&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="1994" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1994"&gt;1994&lt;/a&gt;, Cobain was found dead in his home in Seattle, the victim of what was officially ruled a &lt;a title="Suicide" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suicide"&gt;self-inflicted&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Shotgun" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shotgun"&gt;shotgun&lt;/a&gt; wound to the head. In ensuing years, the circumstances of his death became a topic of fascination and debate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For his 14th birthday, Cobain's uncle gave him the option of a guitar or a bicycle as a gift; Cobain chose the guitar. He started learning a few covers, including &lt;a title="AC/DC" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AC/DC"&gt;AC/DC&lt;/a&gt;'s "Back in Black" and &lt;a title="The Cars" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cars"&gt;The Cars&lt;/a&gt;' "My Best Friend's Girl", and soon began working on his own songs.&lt;br /&gt;In high school, Cobain rarely found anyone to jam with. While hanging out at the &lt;a title="Melvins" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melvins"&gt;Melvins&lt;/a&gt; practice space, he met &lt;a title="Krist Novoselic" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krist_Novoselic"&gt;Krist Novoselic&lt;/a&gt;, a fellow devotee of &lt;a title="Punk rock" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Punk_rock"&gt;punk rock&lt;/a&gt;. Novoselic's mother owned a hair salon and Cobain and Novoselic would occasionally practice in the upstairs room. A few years later, Cobain tried to convince Novoselic to form a band with him by lending him a copy of a &lt;a title="Illiteracy Will Prevail" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Illiteracy_Will_Prevail"&gt;home demo&lt;/a&gt; recorded by Cobain's earlier band, &lt;a title="Fecal Matter" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fecal_Matter"&gt;Fecal Matter&lt;/a&gt;. After months of asking, Novoselic finally agreed to join Cobain, forming the beginnings of Nirvana.&lt;br /&gt;During their first few years playing together, Novoselic and Cobain were hosts to a rotating list of drummers. Eventually, the band settled on &lt;a title="Chad Channing" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chad_Channing"&gt;Chad Channing&lt;/a&gt;, with whom Nirvana recorded the album &lt;a title="Bleach (album)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bleach_%28album%29"&gt;Bleach&lt;/a&gt;, released on &lt;a title="Sub Pop" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sub_Pop"&gt;Sub Pop Records&lt;/a&gt; in 1989. Cobain, however, became dissatisfied with Channing's style, leading the band to seek out a replacement, eventually settling on &lt;a title="Dave Grohl" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dave_Grohl"&gt;Dave Grohl&lt;/a&gt;. With Grohl, the band found their greatest success via their 1991 major-label debut, &lt;a title="Nevermind" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nevermind"&gt;Nevermind&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Cobain struggled to reconcile the massive success of Nirvana with his &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Underground rock" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Underground_rock"&gt;underground&lt;/a&gt; roots. He also felt persecuted by the &lt;a title="News media" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/News_media"&gt;media&lt;/a&gt;, comparing himself to &lt;a title="Frances Farmer" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frances_Farmer"&gt;Frances Farmer&lt;/a&gt;, and harbored resentment for people who claimed to be fans of the band but who completely missed the point of the band's message. One incident particularly distressing to Cobain involved two men who &lt;a title="Rape" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rape"&gt;raped&lt;/a&gt; a woman while singing the Nirvana song "&lt;a title="Polly (song)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polly_%28song%29"&gt;Polly&lt;/a&gt;". Cobain condemned the episode in the &lt;a title="Liner notes" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liner_notes"&gt;liner notes&lt;/a&gt; of the US release of the album &lt;a title="Incesticide" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Incesticide"&gt;Incesticide&lt;/a&gt;: "Last year, a girl was raped by two wastes of sperm and eggs while they sang the lyrics to our song 'Polly'. I have a hard time carrying on knowing there are plankton like that in our audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Courtney Love" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Courtney_Love"&gt;Courtny love&lt;/a&gt; first saw Cobain perform in 1989 at a show in &lt;a title="Portland, Oregon" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portland%2C_Oregon"&gt;Portland&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Oregon" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oregon"&gt;Oregon&lt;/a&gt;; the pair talked briefly after the show and Love developed a crush on him.According to journalist &lt;a title="Everett True" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Everett_True"&gt;Everett True&lt;/a&gt;, the pair were formally introduced at an &lt;a title="L7 (band)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/L7_%28band%29"&gt;L7&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a title="Butthole Surfers" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Butthole_Surfers"&gt;Butthole Surfers&lt;/a&gt; concert in &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Los Angeles" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Los_Angeles"&gt;Los Angeles&lt;/a&gt; in May 1991. In the weeks that followed, after learning from Dave Grohl that she and Cobain shared mutual crushes, Love began pursuing Cobain. After a few weeks of on-again, off-again courtship in the fall of 1991, the two found themselves together on a regular basis, often bonding through drug use.&lt;br /&gt;Around the time of Nirvana's 1992 performance on &lt;a title="Saturday Night Live" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saturday_Night_Live"&gt;Saturday Night Live&lt;/a&gt;, Love discovered that she was pregnant with Cobain's child. A few days after the conclusion of Nirvana's &lt;a title="Pacific Rim" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pacific_Rim"&gt;Pacific Rim&lt;/a&gt; tour, on Monday, &lt;a title="February 24" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/February_24"&gt;February 24&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="1992" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1992"&gt;1992&lt;/a&gt;, Cobain married Love on &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Waikiki Beach" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waikiki_Beach"&gt;Waikiki Beach&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Hawaii" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hawaii"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/a&gt;. "In the last couple months I've gotten engaged and my attitude has changed drastically," Cobain said in an interview with &lt;a title="Sassy Magazine" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sassy_Magazine"&gt;Sassy&lt;/a&gt; magazine. "I can't believe how much happier I am. At times I even forget that I'm in a band, I'm so blinded by love. I know that sounds embarrassing, but it's true. I could give up the band right now. It doesn't matter, but I'm under contract." On &lt;a title="August 18" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/August_18"&gt;August 18&lt;/a&gt;, the couple's daughter, &lt;a title="Frances Bean Cobain" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frances_Bean_Cobain"&gt;Frances Bean Cobain&lt;/a&gt;, was born. The unusual middle name was given to her because Cobain thought she looked like a &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Kidney bean" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kidney_bean"&gt;kidney bean&lt;/a&gt; on the first &lt;a title="Medical ultrasonography" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Medical_ultrasonography"&gt;sonogram&lt;/a&gt; he saw of her. Her namesake is &lt;a title="Frances McKee" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frances_McKee"&gt;Frances McKee&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a title="United Kingdom" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_Kingdom"&gt;British&lt;/a&gt; band &lt;a title="The Vaselines" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Vaselines"&gt;The Vaselines&lt;/a&gt; and not &lt;a title="Frances Farmer" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frances_Farmer"&gt;Frances Farmer&lt;/a&gt; as is sometimes reported.&lt;br /&gt;Love was somewhat unpopular with Nirvana fans...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prior to Cobain's death, writer Michael Azerrad published &lt;a title="Come as You Are: The Story of Nirvana" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Come_as_You_Are:_The_Story_of_Nirvana"&gt;Come as You Are: The Story of Nirvana&lt;/a&gt;, a book that chronicled Nirvana's career from its beginning, as well as the personal histories of the band members. The book explored Cobain's drug addiction, as well as the countless controversies surrounding the band. After Cobain's death, Azerrad re-published the book to include a final chapter discussing the last year of Cobain's life. The book is notable for its involvement of the band members themselves, who gave interviews and personal information to Azerrad specifically for the book. In 2006, Azerrad's taped conversations with Cobain were transformed into a documentary about Cobain, titled Kurt Cobain About a SON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; There is one song that still givesme goosebumps....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its smells like a teen spirit......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is how it goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Load up on guns &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bring your friends Its fun to loseAnd to pretendShes overboard &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myself assuredI know I knowA dirty wordHello (x 16)With the lights out its less dangerousHere we are now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entertain usI feel stupid and contagiousHere we are nowEntertain us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mulatto An albino A mosquito My libido Yea I m worse at what I do best And for this gift I feel blessedOur little group has always beenAnd always will until the endHello (x 16)With the lights out its less dangerousHere we are nowEntertain usI feel stupid and contagiousHere we are now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entertain us A mulatto An albino A mosquito My libido    YeaAnd I forgetJust what it takesAnd yet I guess it makes me smileI found it hardIts hard to findOh well, whatever, nevermindHello (x 16)With the lights out its less dangerousHere we are nowEntertain usI feel stupid and contagiousHere we are now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entertain usA mulatto An albino A mosquito my libido.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the legend still lives on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874608414057834257-1972679412145323211?l=lord11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/feeds/1972679412145323211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874608414057834257.post-500361411574868011</id><published>2008-03-10T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:40:28.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RECLUSE.......</title><content type='html'>well it has been almost  2 weeks or something since i have myself  visited my blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;honestly speaking, it was like going through hell......as far as the  past 1 week is concerned.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ITS pragmatic...honestly speaking......oh let me go through all the incidents one by one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all........my so called group in Calcutta ditched me n went on a trip to Gangtok.......&lt;br /&gt;i felt so bloody bad....i mean i never do bad to anybody...but all the wrong stuff happens to me....&lt;br /&gt;to hell with all the people over here...&lt;br /&gt;this place sucks...&lt;br /&gt;i was feeling so bad and worn out..i have never felt so down in life.....i got screwed big time.....&lt;br /&gt;moreover, my dad out of nowhere had come to know about my job...at mirchi and now he wants to quit it...&lt;br /&gt;"tat sucks"&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing a lot of introspection for the past one week or so...&lt;br /&gt;oh!...almost forgot about the gal whom i loved.....well yes.....i have decide i will no more waste my time on her....&lt;br /&gt;"she" gives a damn about me.....ya its true.i mean all french class mates tell me how could i fall for a dumb ass like her...&lt;br /&gt;no disrespect in tented but still i mean......&lt;br /&gt;life goes on..as it is...&lt;br /&gt;lets c how things unfold in the upcoming weeks...&lt;br /&gt;honestly speaking i enjoy my french classes more than anything else right now.....&lt;br /&gt;and in some way or the other people r connected in our class...&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless.....2 things i proclaim.....no more of her in my life....and......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874608414057834257-500361411574868011?l=lord11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/feeds/500361411574868011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=874608414057834257&amp;postID=500361411574868011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874608414057834257/posts/default/500361411574868011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874608414057834257/posts/default/500361411574868011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/2008/03/recluse.html' title='RECLUSE.......'/><author><name>moral junkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15812202815737138972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/So4zyjpMftI/AAAAAAAAAS8/t0yYU2OzirQ/S220/3_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874608414057834257.post-3660227294337755420</id><published>2008-03-06T05:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:27:07.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/R8_3x0zkqEI/AAAAAAAAANU/PFajcltbwNY/s1600-h/lord+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174626932232595522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/R8_3x0zkqEI/AAAAAAAAANU/PFajcltbwNY/s320/lord+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/R8_3sEzkqDI/AAAAAAAAANM/vUAbhrJX04A/s1600-h/lord+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174626833448347698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/R8_3sEzkqDI/AAAAAAAAANM/vUAbhrJX04A/s320/lord+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/R8_3kEzkqCI/AAAAAAAAANE/1eXOL9AFfqI/s1600-h/lord+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174626696009394210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/R8_3kEzkqCI/AAAAAAAAANE/1eXOL9AFfqI/s320/lord+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/R8_2-0zkqBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/FqUMSqygu3Y/s1600-h/lord+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174626056059267090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/R8_2-0zkqBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/FqUMSqygu3Y/s320/lord+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/R8_2uEzkqAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/SWIre_hbAMQ/s1600-h/image4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174625768296458242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/R8_2uEzkqAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/SWIre_hbAMQ/s320/image4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/R8_2Z0zkp_I/AAAAAAAAAMs/Jj_94jX-B7U/s1600-h/lorddddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174625420404107250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/R8_2Z0zkp_I/AAAAAAAAAMs/Jj_94jX-B7U/s320/lorddddd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/R8_2LUzkp-I/AAAAAAAAAMk/vpqlRZhsrjw/s1600-h/just.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174625171296004066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/R8_2LUzkp-I/AAAAAAAAAMk/vpqlRZhsrjw/s320/just.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/R8_1lUzkp9I/AAAAAAAAAMc/al4g0OzSGqQ/s1600-h/part+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174624518460975058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/R8_1lUzkp9I/AAAAAAAAAMc/al4g0OzSGqQ/s320/part+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;well its as simple as bread and milk i am in love and i am proclaiming this publicly.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;here as it is i was feeling bored and had nothing interesting to do...so i tried getting a few arbitray stuff on love..u c.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874608414057834257-3660227294337755420?l=lord11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/feeds/3660227294337755420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=874608414057834257&amp;postID=3660227294337755420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874608414057834257/posts/default/3660227294337755420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874608414057834257/posts/default/3660227294337755420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/2008/03/well-its-as-simple-as-bread-and-milk-i.html' title=''/><author><name>moral junkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15812202815737138972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/So4zyjpMftI/AAAAAAAAAS8/t0yYU2OzirQ/S220/3_4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/R8_3x0zkqEI/AAAAAAAAANU/PFajcltbwNY/s72-c/lord+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874608414057834257.post-5693312493962020334</id><published>2008-02-25T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T07:44:13.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST 4 THE SAKE OF IT</title><content type='html'>Strange as it may sound..............my beginings r lways horible..............nobody except three of us...attented the 1st class of the new seesoin of french....n she has not joined...i guesss...all knw who "she" is..........my shit bad luck......even ma good frnds havent joind......&lt;br /&gt;pata nahi yaar accha nahi lagta kabhi kabar...........&lt;br /&gt;anyway i still bunk college like anything possible...i have almost finished reading sidney sheldon's nothing lasts forever....its true.............&lt;br /&gt;i just hve a feeling that somethng good nevertheless somethng bad is gona happen to me..........in  few days time....hpe the gud thng happens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874608414057834257-5693312493962020334?l=lord11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/feeds/5693312493962020334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=874608414057834257&amp;postID=5693312493962020334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874608414057834257/posts/default/5693312493962020334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874608414057834257/posts/default/5693312493962020334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-4-sake-of-it.html' title='JUST 4 THE SAKE OF IT'/><author><name>moral junkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15812202815737138972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/So4zyjpMftI/AAAAAAAAAS8/t0yYU2OzirQ/S220/3_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874608414057834257.post-1457438891785552301</id><published>2008-02-20T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T02:00:53.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 MONTHS.......</title><content type='html'>Well, long time since i posted something; unfortunately the first semester our french classess at a.f.d.bengale has come to an end. I still vividly remmember our first class at alliance francaises.....then its was 24th of nov i suppose and at the end of it all here ia m blogging up some arbitrary stuff. when Sameer sir{THE GUY WHO TEACHES US OVER THERE}&lt;br /&gt;asked me about as to y i am here i was like its just becauseof urge to learn a new language...&lt;br /&gt;but now things have changed, i never knew my life would take such a u turn.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I AM IN LOVE" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;It was like love at first sight and now i feel like hitting myself for all these..."she"__the gal in question i cant take her name here...she was like or she is like the most obnoxious person i have ever met..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;her name is same as one ofthe bolly..actors..a famous one.&lt;/span&gt; she doesn't have a good sense of humour but still i love her...for the first time i let my ego downsize itself for the sake of a gal........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I never knew that i would have feelings as strong as this for a gal....aaaaaaaahhh almost forgot...she will not continue classes anymore with us...i guesss ....feel like crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nevertheless how can i not tell u bout my other frnds.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisha: a dude a tomboy a cool customer....but she boozes a lot n doesnt knw how to dance&lt;br /&gt;antara: well,a great sister n nothing else&lt;br /&gt;harsh: i have my inhibitions bout him but he is a nice chap....&lt;br /&gt;anindo: he sucks!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;utsav: mr perfect.....man i just wish i was like him yaaar&lt;br /&gt;ishita: sweet sister of mine&lt;br /&gt;aishwarya:.......................................&lt;br /&gt;satadru: he studies a lt n that smetimes pisses me off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week after we were over with our classes, one of ma frnds realyy had this bad urge to go the toilet but unfortunaetly she never used the bathroom at our institute but she went ot rabindrasadan to do so................man that was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i forget bout "ostrich".a frnd of mine at teh insti....she is down with chicken pocks....thats bad...hope she gets well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;seriously yaar i love "she".....i feel like crying that she isnt gonna continue her classes...&lt;br /&gt;pata nahi kya galti hua mere se but still....i just pray to CHRIST that everything falls into place..&lt;br /&gt;she did not evevn talk to me for the past three days...i have never felt so down till date except once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, our classses r gonna start from next week again..n in the mean time i want to take a real hard look at myself...my future...life for a moment sucked for me&lt;br /&gt;Even yesterday we had gone to c.c.d.sicne it was the last time probably i will be able to meet her...&lt;br /&gt;maybe i am catualy not that good as i think..........utsav was the first one to say this to me that i was hitting on her big time....but of no use now....all good things for me in life come is short packages........"IT SUCKSSSSSSSSSSSSS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i even frlt like ending my life..........for a moment though..then i realized that it requires a hell lot of guts to that.......................i aint joking .............i swear........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont mind my spelling mistakes..............i think it sounds cool................&lt;br /&gt;until next time...............cya&lt;br /&gt;i just wish she is mine  one day...............i love her......forever..will do so forever.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874608414057834257-1457438891785552301?l=lord11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/feeds/1457438891785552301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=874608414057834257&amp;postID=1457438891785552301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874608414057834257/posts/default/1457438891785552301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874608414057834257/posts/default/1457438891785552301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/2008/02/3-months.html' title='3 MONTHS.......'/><author><name>moral junkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15812202815737138972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/So4zyjpMftI/AAAAAAAAAS8/t0yYU2OzirQ/S220/3_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874608414057834257.post-2806669383057647862</id><published>2008-01-19T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T02:19:17.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Premonition</title><content type='html'>I have been listening to the song zombie from cranberies and mind you this song had had a strong influenc on me. So i am goona spill out some beans today,although abhishek told me not to in ma blog but cant help......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somtimes i feel i have let down my parents a lot; still cant get over the fact that i didint do well in my 12std exams. But its all over and now i have moved on..that is what i try to tell myself. Sometimes i realy feel let down..i mean i am the same guy the same aritra who used to die for every chance to host and be a part of every activitity; but it seems life has always in store for me something drastic....my life is like a mixed puzzle. It s realy confusing,one thing that has always happned that i ahve got betrayed by people..i mean i am like always in a mood to help evevrybody sometimes, even i dont but moreover on a larger scale it seems i havent been able to understand people properly. Got myself to blame though. Its been since i joned the alliance francaises classes and its been going good, thank GOD. Ironicaly nowadays i am not online regurlarly;well thats a plus point considering the fact that not so long ago i used to be a net freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that i have promised to myself that i will never ever let my mom n dad down;sometimes its feel bad wen i think how much harships my dad has taten to make into what i am today....i just pray to god everything falls into place...the year 2008 is damn imp for me..its a make or brake year for me. THE attitude of my roomates have not been goood especialy one fo them the one from jamshedpur..i mean i helped him so much initially but nowadays man he turns his his back on me..it sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My event management stuff has been going preety good, there was this offer that came my way from arpita didi about going to iit kgp and iit guwahati but it seems i wont be able to make this..man this was an imp assingment for me, actualy i have got my the french classes and moreover i gotto answer my exams{graduation wale}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pardon my spelling mistakes....cant help it man i mean its time consuming to give thosr punctuation n stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short n simple.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874608414057834257-2806669383057647862?l=lord11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/feeds/2806669383057647862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=874608414057834257&amp;postID=2806669383057647862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874608414057834257/posts/default/2806669383057647862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874608414057834257/posts/default/2806669383057647862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/2008/01/forsaken_19.html' title='Premonition'/><author><name>moral junkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15812202815737138972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/So4zyjpMftI/AAAAAAAAAS8/t0yYU2OzirQ/S220/3_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874608414057834257.post-1367735566608608756</id><published>2008-01-02T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T23:43:02.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>forsaken</title><content type='html'>Life wounds all of us. At best there is sorrow enough to go round. Yet because the deepest wounds are those of the soul and hidden to mortal sight, we keep hurting each other day by day, inflicting wounds that time mercifully scars over. But the scars remain, ready at a touch to throb angrily and ache again with the old gnawing wild pain. You remember that day in school when the teacher laughed? You were only a little fellow, shy and silent, sitting in the shadow of the big boys, wistfully looking toward the day when you would shine as they did. That day you were sure your chance had come. You were sure that you had just what the teacher wanted on the tip of your tongue, and you jumped up and shouted it out loudly and eagerly, triumphantly - and you were very, very wrong. There followed a flash of astonishment, an instant of dreadful silence, and then the room rang with mirth. You heard only the teacher's laughter, and it drowned your heart. Many years have gone over head since that day, but the sight of a little lad trudging along to school brings it back, and the old pain stirs and beats against the scar. You cover it over, hush it to quiet once more with a smile. "I must have been funny. She couldn't help it." But you wish she had. And there was that time when your best friend failed you. When the loose-tongued gossips started the damaging story and he was pressed for a single word in your defense, he said, "Oh, he's all right. Of course, he's all right, but I don't want to get mixed up in this thing. Can't afford it. Have to think of my own name and my own family, you understand. Good fellow, but I have to keep out of this." You felt forsaken. For weeks and weeks you carried the pain in your heart. The story was bad enough but would right itself. The idea that he should fail you, that he had not, rushed to your side at the first hint of trouble was bad enough, was unbearable. He came back again after it was all over, but the sight of him renewed the ache in your breast and the throb of pain in your throat. The scar was thin, and the hurt beneath it quivered. We all bear scars. Life is a struggle, and hurts must come. But why the unnecessary ones? Why hurt the souls of little children? Why say things to them that they must remember with pain all their lives? Why say the smart, tart thing that goes straight to the heart of someone we love because we would relieve ourselves of the day's tension and throw off a grain of the soul's bitterness? Who are we to inflict wounds and suffering and scars on those about us? Staggering, blind mortals, groping our way from somewhere "here" to somewhere "there" conscious of little but the effort to stay "here" a little longer! It behooves us to travel softly, regardful of one another's happiness, particularly where our path crosses that of those dependent upon us for comfort or enters into the heart of little children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874608414057834257-1367735566608608756?l=lord11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/feeds/1367735566608608756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=874608414057834257&amp;postID=1367735566608608756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874608414057834257/posts/default/1367735566608608756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874608414057834257/posts/default/1367735566608608756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/2008/01/forsaken.html' title='forsaken'/><author><name>moral junkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15812202815737138972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/So4zyjpMftI/AAAAAAAAAS8/t0yYU2OzirQ/S220/3_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874608414057834257.post-2233090251137752389</id><published>2007-12-12T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T04:42:51.745-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYWAYS'/><title type='text'>ACCIDENTS GALLORE</title><content type='html'>"OH MY GOSH"...I have reverberated this line i dont know for how many times. The past one wek or so was full of acidents; wether i have done soem mistake in the past or its just my bad luck that i keep getting myself hurt. To be more accidentaly precise this wekend i went back to jamshedpur for two days ; had some personal work and stuff, but to my bad luck i cut my hands and knee. Seriously it sucked.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   Anyways moving on i came to kolkata this monday and went to my usual event manegment&lt;br /&gt;   and stuff. I was  walking down the road near park street and a auto rickshaw hit me...i mean at that time i ws writhing in pain;i ws bsically worried that wether my hand was broken or not.&lt;br /&gt;But thankfully til now its okay. So until next time i don't meet with one accident, this cleptomaniac will be back blogging&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874608414057834257-2233090251137752389?l=lord11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/feeds/2233090251137752389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=874608414057834257&amp;postID=2233090251137752389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874608414057834257/posts/default/2233090251137752389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874608414057834257/posts/default/2233090251137752389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/2007/12/accidents-gallore.html' title='ACCIDENTS GALLORE'/><author><name>moral junkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15812202815737138972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/So4zyjpMftI/AAAAAAAAAS8/t0yYU2OzirQ/S220/3_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874608414057834257.post-8688458583552613739</id><published>2007-12-06T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T04:38:37.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a  long week it seems..</title><content type='html'>well the last few weeks hve been a jugernaught sort of a thing.I bought myself a new mobile set;its  new nokia 3500.this was a long wait before i actualy got one.the cell is gud i must add and moreover i also hosted a quize show 4 cartoonnetwork at scotish church school;well i had  premonition that this school was one of the best in town but to my surprise it aint one.the infrastructure sucks i swear ; let me not get into that much detil anymore.the french clases have been boring of sorts off late;i mean the person who teaches us,i mean he is literaly runing wit the portion;got lots to study, packed schedule  donno this tim wen next will i reach home my seond yer exams r comming nearer an wat else i havent started preparing.&lt;br /&gt;so until next time........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874608414057834257-8688458583552613739?l=lord11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/feeds/8688458583552613739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=874608414057834257&amp;postID=8688458583552613739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874608414057834257/posts/default/8688458583552613739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874608414057834257/posts/default/8688458583552613739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/2007/12/long-week-it-seems.html' title='a  long week it seems..'/><author><name>moral junkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15812202815737138972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/So4zyjpMftI/AAAAAAAAAS8/t0yYU2OzirQ/S220/3_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874608414057834257.post-3380368617429982957</id><published>2007-11-22T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T22:19:14.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IF...........</title><content type='html'>what a paradoxcial thought;from the time my brain started functioning n i got the power of realization n reason,the very thought of '''what if'' always fascinated me.i mean we still in a society  full of prejudices n stigmas but at the same time these altercations never had an impact on my thought process&lt;br /&gt;here i let my thoughts lose and let my sarcomonial imagination fly through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what if hitler was never born;the course of world history would have been differnt.i mean many people would not have been killed.germany would hav been a different place today&lt;br /&gt;what if pakistan and india never got partitioned,then today we would have probably the srongest team in the world[cricket].just imagine sachin opening the bating with salman butt or afridi or irfan pathan with shoaib.&lt;br /&gt;what if osama bin laden was never born..i mean then today afghanistan would have been one the biggest tourist destinations in the world.what if the british never invaded india..welll india would have on a completly different country,may be one of the g 5 countries.&lt;br /&gt;what if  there were only one or two religions in the world;then life would have diif man&lt;br /&gt;i mean especily in india intercast marriages would not have been aproblem&lt;br /&gt;what if shah jahan was not there,well its simple then we would have to study a chapter less in history and taj mahal would not have been there.&lt;br /&gt;what if i was not born then may be some other cleptomaniac would have had written this crappy bloggg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874608414057834257-3380368617429982957?l=lord11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/feeds/3380368617429982957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=874608414057834257&amp;postID=3380368617429982957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874608414057834257/posts/default/3380368617429982957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/874608414057834257/posts/default/3380368617429982957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-if.html' title='WHAT IF...........'/><author><name>moral junkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15812202815737138972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZX7ixpvOVh8/So4zyjpMftI/AAAAAAAAAS8/t0yYU2OzirQ/S220/3_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-874608414057834257.post-7422962060526196091</id><published>2007-11-22T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T06:52:49.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LIFE  AN ILLUSION</title><content type='html'>well here i am 20 living at calcutta the city of"banhds".its been 2 years since i ahve been here and i swear there is not a single interesting thing that i have experienced...i mean lets get it straight.&lt;br /&gt;cal is not cool.....well this might look like a paradoxical thought,but cant help saying it.last night i just finished reading lance amrstrong autobiography n i tell u its realy inspiring.watched om shanti om last tuesday;wat on earth was farah khan thinking when she made that movie.it was a disaster,so was sawariya...it did not have any story line.both the movies were a bunch of serious crap material......"they sucked"&lt;br /&gt;life is preety sundry nowadays,the only thing that i do apart from sleeping n eating is to study n study.....boring...&lt;br /&gt;preparing for my entrance next year.&lt;br /&gt;finaly came to know that it was sumit who played the shit joke on me....i will have my revenge&lt;br /&gt;anyways aiming 4 iimc next year or so&lt;br /&gt;even found ot a new stuff bout nikko"he is one hidden character"&lt;br /&gt;until next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/874608414057834257-7422962060526196091?l=lord11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lord11.blogspot.com/feeds/7422962060526196091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=874608414057834257&amp;postID=7422962060526196091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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