<?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-18044949</id><updated>2012-01-17T11:18:03.357+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lyf.........</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044949/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>manu_the_lawgiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811054342596187142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://words4ever.com/downloads/wallpapers/words4ever_wallpaper_6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044949.post-8613074879060219033</id><published>2007-08-01T01:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-01T02:25:59.825+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WORDS..............</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i wish that we had no language, no words. Words cause misunderstandings, they hurt, they cause a lot of pain and many a times they are misunderstood..wish we were all mute and conveyed our feelings just by expressions. Dont know whether the world would have been a better place or not but personal relationships would have been much better. Atleast our parents wouldnt have said that u dont know how to talk to elders and friends n lovers wouldnt have had too many fights..even if they had there wont be those hurtful words said in anger, those misunderstandings or just the whole love n respect for each other vanishing in a split second jus cos of a few words. Jus think of small babies, how they express themselves....isnt that wonderful?? jus think of how many times u hv said something to someone in anger n regretted it later.....I know its jus wishful thinking inspite of all the evils that they bring with them,these words do run our life.. if there werent any words..i would hv been pressing d keys of my keyboard rt. nw n u wuldnt be reading this..if there werent any words there would be no literature..no books..no phones...ya it wuld have been impossibl to live without them;-) no blogging, no bloggers, no orkut....on second thougts..we need words guys;-)..................... Well as the age old saying think before you speak otherwise u migt jus lose the person u cherish the most..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044949-8613074879060219033?l=noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com/feeds/8613074879060219033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044949&amp;postID=8613074879060219033&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044949/posts/default/8613074879060219033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044949/posts/default/8613074879060219033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com/2007/07/words.html' title='WORDS..............'/><author><name>manu_the_lawgiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811054342596187142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://words4ever.com/downloads/wallpapers/words4ever_wallpaper_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044949.post-114457233859436423</id><published>2006-04-09T14:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-09T14:58:18.570+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Time for an update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;An update was due for a long time. First a beautiful song that i heard a few days ago n just fell in love with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well I know its kind of late&lt;br /&gt;I hope i didnt wake u,&lt;br /&gt;What i gotta say cant wait,&lt;br /&gt;I know u'd understand,&lt;br /&gt;Bcos everytime i tried to tell u&lt;br /&gt;The words just came out wrong,&lt;br /&gt;So i've to say I Love U in a song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i know its kind of strange,&lt;br /&gt;Everytime Im near u&lt;br /&gt;I just run out of things to say,&lt;br /&gt;I know u'd understand,&lt;br /&gt;Bcos everytime i tried to tell u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The words just came out wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So i've to say I Love U in a song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bcos everytime the time was right&lt;br /&gt;The words just came out wrong,&lt;br /&gt;So i've to say I Love U in a song &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know its kind of late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I hope i didnt wake u,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;There's something I just gotta say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I know u'd understand...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant stop humming this song its on my lips all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cant understand why this increased &lt;em&gt;reservation&lt;/em&gt;? I think its the General Category that will need reservation after a few decades. This is taking Protective Discrimination too far. Already the reserved seats in prestigious institutes remain vacant, then what purpose does it really serve to increase the quota? If some seats had to be reserved for certain OBC's then a certain percentage should have been allocated to them in d existing quota so that d total percentage of reserved seats remained d same. I hope our politicians will someday set aside d votebank politics and think logically..........Now thts called indulging in wishful thinking;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a peaceful demonstration at Jawahar Lal Stadium on 11th April at 5 pm to protest against this increase in reservation. Pass d message around guys n be there its about d future of our youth. ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams around d corner so me started studying 2day, dont know what effect this will hv on d posting frequency but hope to post somethin soon....... Sayonara :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044949-114457233859436423?l=noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com/feeds/114457233859436423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044949&amp;postID=114457233859436423&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044949/posts/default/114457233859436423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044949/posts/default/114457233859436423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com/2006/04/time-for-update.html' title='Time for an update'/><author><name>manu_the_lawgiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811054342596187142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://words4ever.com/downloads/wallpapers/words4ever_wallpaper_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044949.post-114061926042434417</id><published>2006-02-22T19:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-22T20:14:01.626+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When Friends Become Strangers</title><content type='html'>Times come when one has misunderstandings with friends and they part ways. Its really difficult to come to grips with it initially when you want someone to be arnd and that friend of yours is not there. But one does move on with time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its very difficult to move on when you have to see that person everyday at your school, college or workplace. Its just not possible to forget everything completely, everyday that person's face reminds you of d times u'd spent together, the good as well as d bad. It is one of the most agonising things to look at someone who used to be one of your best friends and then look away when u come face to face as if the two of you never knew each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most irritating part is when people with whom your interaction is limited to the ceremonious Hi!s n Hellos, come up and ask, "Did u guys have a fight with each other?" or "Arent u guys on talking terms? What happened? Don't see you guys together these days."&lt;br /&gt;Why can't people just mind their own business? Why do they keep poking their noses into other people's lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once people are sure that something is wrong then they start forming conjectures as to what must have happened. How can anyone have time to even think about what must have transpired between two people whom they don't even know properly? How can they even expect to figure it out? But as per the social milieu every thing must have a reason which they have a right to know and gossip about. And if they can't figure out d reason, they arrive at one themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then comes the stage of rumours and they can range from anything like " They were going around and now they have broken up" or may be "He proposed her or she proposed him so that created d problem between them" or "They always study together but he scores much better so she's jealous"....................&lt;br /&gt;I have only one phrase to describe such people FULL TIME VELLAS with ELONGATED TONGUES and INSIDIOUS MINDS, in short &lt;em&gt;FTV's with ET's &amp; IM's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common guys stop thinking about other people and concentrate on your own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Dedicated to someone who used to be one of my best friends. Wish things between us had always remained as they used to be.&lt;br /&gt;Miss You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:- This is d second time in 3 posts that im dedicating a post to someone. Might have to change my name to noccifloccinihiliphiliDEDICATOR;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044949-114061926042434417?l=noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com/feeds/114061926042434417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044949&amp;postID=114061926042434417&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044949/posts/default/114061926042434417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044949/posts/default/114061926042434417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-friends-become-strangers.html' title='When Friends Become Strangers'/><author><name>manu_the_lawgiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811054342596187142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://words4ever.com/downloads/wallpapers/words4ever_wallpaper_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044949.post-114001395203016784</id><published>2006-02-15T19:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-15T21:01:32.420+05:30</updated><title type='text'>20 Random Things About Me</title><content type='html'>Tagged by the Perennial Rambler to do this a looong time ago. So here's my attempt at it hope I can get to 20:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have a multifaceted personality, different people bring out different aspects of it. If arnd ten&lt;br /&gt;people are asked abt me each one would've something different to say. Some people find me very dull n boring, others say he's very witty n fun to be with; some would describe me as very shy n introvert others as very extrovert; some would call me very mature n understanding, others would say he's plain dumb; some would say he's very loving n caring others would say he takes people for granted. The list of contrasting opinions is endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The reason for these extreme views is probably cos im very moody, those who have spent a lot of time with me get to see all these aspects of my personality but those who've been therefor a short time are bound to have divergent views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I forgive people very easily, dont keep any grudges in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If Im annoyed with someone, I would avoid that person rather than being rude to him/her.Unless of course that person is a good friend in that case I would let my friend know whatexactly pissed me off and that can be very rude. I would just take it out completely so that I can behave normally the next time.But then there are people who are on the borderline, whom you cant call friends but their actions do hurt you. In that case I just avoid that person for sometime because I know if Im hurt n angry then I can be very rude and I dont think that such people matter so much that Iwould tell them that I didnt like something. Ultimately I just forgive such people but dontforget I just keep everything in perspective in my future interactions with such people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I get hurt very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Some people call me an 'Emotional Fool'. But I don't mind that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. May be they say it cos I can do anything for my Friends n Family, sometimes people even tryto take advantage of that but I just completely leave it to their conscience and dont mindbeing used, I just dont refuse anything to my Friends n Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I also do help out strangers a lot but in their case Im a lot more pragmatic and and say 'NO' to them if its inconvenient for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Im a teetotaler, dont smoke too. Never even tried. My friends call me 'PURE ADULT' mockingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.The reason why I havent even tried is that I cant get rid of any of my habits easily I know if I try even once I might get addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Im very possessive about my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I cant see my own blood, I start vomiting if I see myself bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Im constantly thinking about something or the other, my mind keeps working 24x7. This can also lead to some absent mindedness at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I keep hurting people without even realizing it, I wish I could come to know immediately whenever I've hurt someone so that I can atleast apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. This reminds me 1 more thing, I never shy away from saying sorry. If I think I've done something inappropriate I apologize asap. Don't have any ego hassles about saying sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I love being busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I am never satisfied with myself always wanna do more, achieve more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. One think I hate about myself is that I am a procrastinator. Keep postponing things until Ifind myself in a soup. If I have 10 hrs to do something which can be done in 4 hrs, I'll work sincerely for the first 2 hrs then get complacent waste d next 7hrs. Then wid just 1 hrremaining do to d 2 hr work turn into a superhuman n actually finish it in time. I wish I could complete things in time to avoid living on d edge so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I can never reach any place to attend classes on time always struggling to get ready n reachcollege or ILI in time. But if I've to meet someone otherwise I am usually on time. But somehow recently I've made people wait a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I love to intentionally act dumb sometimes and pull people's leg that ways by asking stupid questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I sincerely believe that one can change people by kindness. I even think that its d sweetest form of revenge so if I am really angry with someone and wanna set him/her straight then instead of being rude I am sooo bloody nice to such people that first they get confused then they feel ashamed of themselves and ultimately they mend their ways.  In my slang first they Noccify me, then I floccify them then they get nihilified and philified themselves. I hope now that d people who used to ask me d meaning of noccifloccinihiliphilificator wouldnt ask again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol... I actually managed 21, cant believe it. Well there was lots more coming to mind but I think I've already divulged more than enough. I think the formatting could've been a li'l better though:-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044949-114001395203016784?l=noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com/feeds/114001395203016784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044949&amp;postID=114001395203016784&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044949/posts/default/114001395203016784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044949/posts/default/114001395203016784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com/2006/02/20-random-things-about-me_114001395203016784.html' title='20 Random Things About Me'/><author><name>manu_the_lawgiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811054342596187142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://words4ever.com/downloads/wallpapers/words4ever_wallpaper_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044949.post-113934193748535917</id><published>2006-02-08T00:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-12T00:34:58.303+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Case of Assumed Identities(edited, revised and updated)</title><content type='html'>Went to Mohali for a competition. It was an interesting experience. According to the rules there could be only 3 people in a team consisting of two speakers and a researcher. We were 4 people, (2 guys and 2 girls) who had been working together. Our speakers were finalised, for d researcher the choice was between me and Faisal. We decided that if they created any problems he'll take the participation certificate and i'll take d accomodation &amp; to meet any exigencies he'd already talked to someone regarding his acomodation. As soon as we reached there the first question asked was who's Manish, we were standing in a semi circle kind of formation, both our female teammates &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(KC &amp;amp; S )&lt;/span&gt; pointed towards me but since me n Faisal were standing alongside each other they culdnt make out, so i didnt move, Faisal stepped forward and said he was Manish and he was asked to leave. This was the start of a 3 day long agony for me. Actually im not too comfortable lying and here i was with an assumed identity, suddenly my religion was also changed to one which i dont know much about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faisal had talked to one of their organisers in d bus and introduced himself as Faisal and the same person escorted me to my room in d boy's hostel and asked my name i said Faisal and then he said that what's the name of your other teammate then?Then he asked me where do u stay i said Chandni Chowk cos Faisal stays in Chawri Bazar which is in Chandni Chowk, then he said that means u guys stay quite close to each other cos Faisal had already told him in d bus that he stays at Chaawri Bazar. I was getting very apprehensive of this person and wanted him to leave me alone but he was from Delhi and may be was very happy to see some guys 4m Delhi, i even said that if u r busy u may leave but then he replied "this is what im supposed to do, take care of the teams". I wanted to say that i can take care of myself but that wuld have sounded rude. He was getting on my nerves and thankfully someone called him for a moment n i just disappeared 4m that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was making me more nervous was that even i'd introduced myself as Manish to one of their organisers while in d bus and moreover it was an institute maintained by d Army with strict discipline and i thought that if they came to know that i was an imposter i'll be totally screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so scared that the first thing i did when i was alone in my room was to hide all proofs of my identity. KC &amp;amp; S were very confused it was very difficult for them to call me Faisal. They said that it was like d Raveena, Karishma confusion in d movie Andaz Apna Apna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the afternoon went smooth and no one found out. But there was much more trouble awaiting us. Faisal had moved out, S was staying at a relative's place, only me and KC were staying in d boys' and girls' hostels respectively. We were moving out of d cafeteria at night when we met a team from Jamia Delhi&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Team J)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; Faisal had met them at a library in Delhi and talked to them as he saw preparing them for d same competition and he'd introduced himself as Faisal to them in Delhi but he'd also met them in d morning before leaving and this time he'd introduced himself as Manish. So these people knew that something was fishy, one of their teammates&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(K)&lt;/span&gt; had also participated in a competition organised by our college just ten days ago and had observed me there as according to her i resembled sum1 they'd met at Amity and when she said this i thought that they had come to know cos in the competition organised by us i was wearing a batch wid my name prominently displayed on it. But i insisted that i was Faisal and they didnt press d issue further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Faisal came to see d competition and there he met a person who knew him, he called out Faisal's name and they started talking and one of the organisers of this competition was quietly observing and i thought now we might even be disqualified but may be this person didnt remember d names as they'd to manage arnd 22 teams and its not possible to remember each n everyone's name. But it did give me a lot of jitters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in constant fear of being caught so i was a bit recluse and didnt interact wid anyone apart from my teammates which was very difficult for me as d whole charm of participating in a national level competition is that u get to interact wid people from all over the country and i love interacting wid different kinds of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it all most of d people in their organisation commitee were quite rude i suppose that they had a problem wid us since d beginning. We also had a small verbal duel wid their student convenor just before the statrt of our second preliminary round. All this had made me lose my temper, actually i was very irritated, first the enforced recluseness cos of an assumed name and then the&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'HOSTility from the hosts'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I was cursing myself for having come to this place.&lt;br /&gt;Normallly i dont lose my temper very easily and even if i do im not rude to anyone i just avoid d person im annoyed wid but this was a day when i lost my temper every 5 minutes and was rude to everyone arnd me, i even fought wid a shopkeeper in d market. At night Faisal told me something and i totally blasted him off. This was irritating me even more as i was not being myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But may be this last burst of anger did something i realised there was no point spoiling my trip and that's when things started to turn arnd a little bit.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............Was going towards the cafeteria where Faisal was sitting suddenly saw Team J, wanted to avoid them but they stopped me n said hi!, K's mom had also come along, she introduced me to her by saying he's from so n so college and his name is... and then there was a pause and then all of us started laughing they'd obviously figured out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls in d army institute were locked in d hostels at 9pm and it was arnd 10 at that time, so i asked K howcome she was still out, she told me that her mom 'd been given a room in d guesthouse in d campus. So i went there wid them, it looked very comfy wid a nice double bed and a T.V.&lt;br /&gt;I called up Faisal trying to bury the hatchet n move along n asked him to come there. We guys kept talking till arnd 12.30, we told them why we'd changed our names n they were actually surprised by our doughtiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we planned to see d city and had a very nice time during d day. The prize distribution ceremony was to be held in d evening so we had to be bk in college for d same.&lt;br /&gt;We again wanted to go out somewhere but we were confronted by a weird rule of theirs, no one was allowed to come inside or go out of d institute after 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S was already staying at a relative's place, KC also decided to move to a relative's place and me and Faisal wanted to give the army guys another reason to screw our asses so we took another brave decision , we decided that we'll jump the boundary wall at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As planned all of us moved out before 7, we went to a mall and freaked out there. A frnd of S was with us who had got his car so we dropped KC to her relative's place at arnd 8.30, me n Faisal also got down near a mkt. We had dinner there n were generally chatting away. And before we realised it was 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in an unknown city at 10 pm in d night still arnd 10 kms away from d institute, without any mode of transport hoping to reach there somehow and after having reached there hoping to jump d boundary wall without being caught. We even joked that if they saw us jumping they might shoot us and brand us as terrorists and further if i was shot faisal's name wuld appear in d newspaper next day n vice versa as we'd changed or rather exchanged identities.&lt;br /&gt;Any sane person wuldnt hv wanted to be placed in such a situation, the odds of our hopes turning into reality were very low, but somehow we made it there safely. It was a moment of triumph when we jumped in , we'd broken their discipline now not once but twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a harrowing experience there for d first 2 days cos of d identity crisis n d 'hostility 4m d hosts' But now in retrospect it seems to be a memorable n adventurous trip. Thanks to my teammates for bearing wid my moodswings and temper there especially Faisal. This post is dedicated to you man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044949-113934193748535917?l=noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com/feeds/113934193748535917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044949&amp;postID=113934193748535917&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044949/posts/default/113934193748535917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044949/posts/default/113934193748535917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com/2006/02/case-of-assumed-identitiesedited.html' title='A Case of Assumed Identities(edited, revised and updated)'/><author><name>manu_the_lawgiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811054342596187142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://words4ever.com/downloads/wallpapers/words4ever_wallpaper_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044949.post-113812332759775480</id><published>2006-01-24T22:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-24T23:44:09.460+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some Breathing Space At Last......</title><content type='html'>The last 3 months have been the busiest of my life. First the Client Counselling Competition at Kerala, then exams, then d internal rounds of KK Luthra Moot and finally d organization of d KK Luthra Moot Court Competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a long time since i took part in organizing an event, did organize a lot of events while in School but this was d grandest of them all. 27 teams from d length and breadth of d country, around 3 people in each team which makes it 81 people, their food, stay etc to be looked after.&lt;br /&gt;27 teams meant 14 court rooms again we needed 2 court masters and a court martial in each room for d prelims and considering the lack of willingness in people to come forward it was quite an ardous task to find so many people to participate in d organization.&lt;br /&gt;We also needed people before the actual days of the competition for banners, sending out invitations, planning the whole thing. In short it involved a lot more work than seemed at d surface. However, inspite a lot of glitches we did manage to put up a good show (that's what d participating teams said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have done without a few things e.g. on the inaugaration day according to the schedule the teams were to be provided wid lunch but wat was given to them was a small box wid some snacks and honestly speaking even that was quite bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around four of us went to college together on the first day of d competition and we got quite late which added to the confusion and chaos. It really was quite nerve wrecking, just half an hour to go b4 d scheduled time and a lot remained to be done , it was a day that saw soaring tempers and agitated faces. But somehow everything looked smooth from outside i dont think any of the participating teams had any clue that evrything was in shambles backstage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also in the Hospitality Team so there was a particular participating team that i was to look after. One of d girls 4m our college took me to them(they were 2 girls) and said"He is so and so and he is your escort for d event", i've never been more embarassed in my life, couldnt look those two girls in d eyes for the next two days, they must have thought that im rude but actually i just culdnt face them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day went quite smooth cos now we were left wid only the semifinals and finals and thus just 2 court rooms compared to 14 on the first day. But there was more unforeseen trouble awaiting us, the finals were over, prize distribution ceremony had to begin immediately and the compere 4 d event was nowhere to be found, it was our teacher convenor who saved us d blushes, she did a great job and covered up everything. Well i've been repeatedly saying that everything was covered up and smooth on d surface cos at the dinner organised for the participating teams at night, the winning team said that it was the best organised moot they'd been to. That one statement made all our efforts seem worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a funfilled week and brought back memories from school, it was pretty tiring too, used to reach home at arnd 9 or 10 everyday after working for d whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing that this competition did to d college was it inculcated a sense of belonging towards d college in many of us and made us realize even if its a post graduate course this college too is our alma mater and we do owe something to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the three month long tribulation is over, now i can relax for sometime, hv been doing precisely that for the last two days just lying in bed and watching the Indo Pak Test Match.&lt;br /&gt;But knowing myself i dont think i'll relax for too long. Lets see what assignment is awaiting me now, may be the Amity moot or i might write a paper or may be go to d courts for a month or may be a combination of any two of these or may be im being too optimistic........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044949-113812332759775480?l=noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com/feeds/113812332759775480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044949&amp;postID=113812332759775480&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044949/posts/default/113812332759775480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044949/posts/default/113812332759775480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com/2006/01/some-breathing-space-at-last.html' title='Some Breathing Space At Last......'/><author><name>manu_the_lawgiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811054342596187142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://words4ever.com/downloads/wallpapers/words4ever_wallpaper_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044949.post-113613740920042126</id><published>2006-01-01T22:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-01T23:13:29.543+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I Wish I Could.........</title><content type='html'>'Sometimes I Wish I Could Turn Back Time'  this phrase from a Backstreet Boys' song really reflects my state of mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;It happens so often in our lives that we do something and later regret it. Have u ever thought the same?Well some people might say that whatever happens, happens for good and we should accept evrything that happens and look towards the future rather than being preoccupied with the past. Most of the times its possible maintain this kind of attitude. But it can be really difficult  to think this ways when d stakes are too high, when there's too much to lose, when an otherwise trivial mistake has had a catastrophic effect on your life. In such circumstances its really not possible to be practical.&lt;br /&gt;Life would've been so much simpler if we could just press Ctrl Z and undo things which are not to our liking.........But the fact is that life is not as easy as operating a computer(even that isnt so easy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044949-113613740920042126?l=noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com/feeds/113613740920042126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044949&amp;postID=113613740920042126&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044949/posts/default/113613740920042126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044949/posts/default/113613740920042126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com/2006/01/sometimes-i-wish-i-could.html' title='Sometimes I Wish I Could.........'/><author><name>manu_the_lawgiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811054342596187142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://words4ever.com/downloads/wallpapers/words4ever_wallpaper_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044949.post-113569412564406945</id><published>2005-12-27T19:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-27T20:05:25.680+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hip Hip Hurray!</title><content type='html'>Exams got over today. Well a good end to a month long agony rather i shuld say a 2 month long agony. Participated in a competition just before d exams n had to study day n night for that too.Never studied so much in my whole life.But cant relax even now another competition coming up and will start preparing for it from day after 2moro. &lt;em&gt;Have given myself just one day to relax, rest, to go out, meet friends and to party&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;will have do to all this in a space of 24 hrs&lt;/em&gt; seems quite impossible but considering d kind of things i've been managing lately i think i'll manage this too. Have been living literaly on d edge as they say, trying to cram up things in shortest possible time. My brother too had exams, he's a year junior to me so had to teach him too rather i'd to study along wid him so was studying for two semesters at d same time. Normally i do attend classes regularly and hv a fair idea abt all subjects before d exams start, but this time arnd i was completely clueless, hadnt attended too many classes was too much into extra curricular activities. Stil cant believe i actually managed everything pretty well, except for d first exam, the rest of them went as well as any other exams. Feeling quite relieved today, but there's no respite hv to start afresh for the competition from day after 2moro. Hope i've enuf left in me to give my best to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mani&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044949-113569412564406945?l=noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com/feeds/113569412564406945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044949&amp;postID=113569412564406945&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044949/posts/default/113569412564406945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044949/posts/default/113569412564406945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com/2005/12/hip-hip-hurray.html' title='Hip Hip Hurray!'/><author><name>manu_the_lawgiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811054342596187142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://words4ever.com/downloads/wallpapers/words4ever_wallpaper_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044949.post-113526418054326499</id><published>2005-12-22T19:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-22T20:42:35.456+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Where is our society headed?</title><content type='html'>Well exams still on &amp;amp; i'd thought i wouldnt blog till they get over but just couldnt hold back.&lt;br /&gt;Havent posted anything substantial for over a month now. Well wanted to write abt a lot of things but its just that i culdnt get enough time&lt;br /&gt;One thing tat really moved me was wen i saw d newspaper one morning and read abt a father having raped his daughter and was sentenced by d Supreme court to imprisonment for life. The Hon'ble Supreme Court in tat case had made very emotional remarks abt the incident and had expressed deep concern abt d way things stand today where a daughter cant even trust her father. The father had taken d defence tat he'd been falsely implicated in d case at d instance of his wife as there was some matrimonial dischord between the two and so his wife had persuaded his daughter to make this allegation but this defence was outrightly rejected and d court even rebuked d father for having come up wid such a defence. I was shocked, anguished, concerned..after reading all this but there was more to come Two days later it was in d paper tat the daughter had filed an affidavit in d court tat the charges against the father were infact false n wat her father had stated was true and i was again shocked, it seemed like making a mockery of the court proceedings d judges themselves must hv been very embarassed. I was really apalled after reading abt d whole incident, cant say whether the daughter was saying the truth at the first instance or was she stating d truth later but watever might hv been d case, it just felt so abominable............ Where is our society headed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044949-113526418054326499?l=noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com/feeds/113526418054326499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044949&amp;postID=113526418054326499&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044949/posts/default/113526418054326499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044949/posts/default/113526418054326499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com/2005/12/where-is-our-society-headed.html' title='Where is our society headed?'/><author><name>manu_the_lawgiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811054342596187142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://words4ever.com/downloads/wallpapers/words4ever_wallpaper_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044949.post-113251651464537639</id><published>2005-11-21T00:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-21T01:25:14.680+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kerala Memoirs-II</title><content type='html'>Since i said that there wil b a sequel so here it is(This is in continuation of d previous post so read d previous post to comprehend this one better).  Well last time i mentioned only the competition and  my team mates. But another unforgettable thing abt d place was its scenic beauty. Went to Kovallam Beach. It seemed like a dream. I'd never seen a beach before but i can vouch for d fact that this is must b one of the best and cleanest beaches in India.&lt;br /&gt;Actually there were a lot of 'firsts" attached to this trip. It might sound surprising but it was the 1st time that i stayed at a friend's place(i.e. Anish, he's a Keralite) been to the places of many but never stayed over, first time that i went out of town without my family members or relatives, and as already mentioned first time that i went to a beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just loved the food out there whether it be d traditional keralite food or the fishes or the banana chips. Even the fruits there tasted a lot better and the fruit juices a lot sweeter. Im still missing the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting part of the trip was d train journey. It was a 54 hr journey. While on our way to Kerala we met some school kids mostly from XIIth std who were going to Kerala 4 a shooting competition. Got quite pally wid them n stil in touch, recieve atleast one sms 4m them daily.&lt;br /&gt;While on our way back we met a mallyalli family which understood only malayalam and neither Hindi nor English so initially it was a big problem communicating with them when Anish wasnt arnd cos he was sleeping for d most part of d return journey.  Me and kalpy had learnt a li'l bit of malayalam 4m Anish so we wuld keep uttering the same words n sentences n this family wuld just  burst out laughing seeing 2 north indians speak malayalam wid such finesse. But by d second day we'd developed an understanding wid those people and we didnt need words to get our message through cos as they say humanity is the biggest language.&lt;br /&gt;Finally we reached Delhi n it seemed that i'd just woken up 4m sleep n i was engulfed with examination stress. We'd exams starting in a fortnight n i'd missed a lot of lectures cos of d competition. It's been almost a week since i came bk but still in a holiday mode n just cant start studying seriously. I hope my exams go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044949-113251651464537639?l=noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com/feeds/113251651464537639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044949&amp;postID=113251651464537639&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044949/posts/default/113251651464537639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044949/posts/default/113251651464537639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com/2005/11/kerala-memoirs-ii.html' title='Kerala Memoirs-II'/><author><name>manu_the_lawgiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811054342596187142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://words4ever.com/downloads/wallpapers/words4ever_wallpaper_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044949.post-113206662002223687</id><published>2005-11-15T19:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-15T20:27:00.046+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kerala Memoirs- 4 days in God's own country</title><content type='html'>There r certain experiences which leave an indelible impression in our minds. This trip to Kerala was one such experience. Went there for a client counselling competition.&lt;br /&gt;As far as the competition goes we got eliminated in the first round itself. But we were very satisfied with our performace and thought that we deserved to be in the next round. It was just a little unfortunate that we got a chamber in which the judges were awarding relatively low marks to the teams. Only one team from our chamber i.e. Symbiosis, Pune  got through to the next round and that was the team that won the competition. So we'd the satisfaction that there was just one team which was better than us and that was the best team . Even in the feedback session at the end of the competition some teams echoed the same feeling that there was some disparity in awarding marks in d different chambers. But it does happen in life and the good thing was that we were happy with our performance. We would hv been dissappointed if we'd performed badly and lost but we know that we were at par with d best teams. Though recognition of ur efforts is always important but wat matters more is wat impression u hv of urself and considering d little amt of time that we got 4 preparation and striking a chord wid each other i would say that we were rather proud of our performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another positive thing that i can tk back is that i met two really nice people through this competition, my teammates, Aneesh or Aneesh Da as we fondly call him &amp; Kalpana. These two r like two extreme ends of this planet, u can call them North Pole &amp;amp; South Pole. Aneesh is very serious, intellectual, doesnt like to talk much. Kalpana is very bubbly and u  hv to coax her to stop talking  once she starts but she can also suddenly surprise u wid her wisdom. I would call her a strange combination of innocence and maturity. But the common thing between them is that they r both very nice at heart.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go rt now but there wil definitely b a sequel to this blog cos there's a lot more to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mani&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044949-113206662002223687?l=noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com/feeds/113206662002223687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044949&amp;postID=113206662002223687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044949/posts/default/113206662002223687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044949/posts/default/113206662002223687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com/2005/11/kerala-memoirs-4-days-in-gods-own.html' title='Kerala Memoirs- 4 days in God&apos;s own country'/><author><name>manu_the_lawgiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811054342596187142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://words4ever.com/downloads/wallpapers/words4ever_wallpaper_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044949.post-112978922976530439</id><published>2005-10-20T11:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-20T11:50:29.770+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Somethin tht i put in black n white a few days ago</title><content type='html'>Today im in quite  a pensive mood. just thinking abt the uncertainities of life. can anyone of us ever be sure that wat's in store 4 us d next day?&lt;br /&gt; Hs it ever happened to u that u were quite satisfied with a  certain aspect of ur life to the extent of taking it for granted and suddenly evrything changed e.g. u call up ur best friend one day, the cellphone is switched off , no one picks up the landline, U dont know the new address and the person suddenly dissappears probably never to return to ur life.All the while u wait 4 that persons call evryday, u never switch ur phone off and dont leave  any call unattended . U keep trying to figure out where hs the person disappeared.And after a few months when u hv no hope of ever talking to or meeting ur best friend he/ she suddenly turns up and evrything is normal again. OR&lt;br /&gt;u talk to one of ur acquaintances at night, evrything seems normal n when u call the next afternoon the person on the other line informs u that he/she is no more. OR&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine the plight of people who r leading a perfect life. But when they wake up next day there's a natural calamity n they've lost thir near n dear ones all in a matter of a few minutes&lt;br /&gt;These things just show temporal evrything in this world is . But it is this uncertainity that makes life interesting. Cos if life were predictable it will be monotonous. If we know whats coming there would be no challenges in life, nothing to strive for. Life is nothing but a tussle with ur destiny .  Even though  u come out all beaten n scarred someday  its all abt whether u  fought with all ur heart and whether u've the tenacity to be ready 4 d battle again n life is beautiful if u can garner this spirit and try 2 find happiness in each n evry moment.&lt;br /&gt;Thnks 4 reading this blog wil try to touch upon the funny side of life d next time. Sorry 4 being too boring this time arnd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044949-112978922976530439?l=noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com/feeds/112978922976530439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044949&amp;postID=112978922976530439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044949/posts/default/112978922976530439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044949/posts/default/112978922976530439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com/2005/10/somethin-tht-i-put-in-black-n-white.html' title='Somethin tht i put in black n white a few days ago'/><author><name>manu_the_lawgiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811054342596187142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://words4ever.com/downloads/wallpapers/words4ever_wallpaper_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18044949.post-112973851630659540</id><published>2005-10-19T22:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-19T21:45:16.313+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Short Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Read this story somwhere it goes like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A little bird was flying south for the winter.It was so cold that the bird fell to the ground in a large field. While it was lying there a cow cameby and dropped some dung on it. As the frozen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, it began to realize how warm it was. The dung was actually thawing him out!he lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy. A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morals of the story:&lt;br /&gt;1. Not everyone who drops shit on u is ur enemy&lt;br /&gt;2. Not everyone who gets u out of shit is ur friend&lt;br /&gt;3. And when u r in deep shit, just keep ur mouth shut&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18044949-112973851630659540?l=noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com/feeds/112973851630659540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18044949&amp;postID=112973851630659540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044949/posts/default/112973851630659540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18044949/posts/default/112973851630659540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noccifloccinihiliphilificator.blogspot.com/2005/10/short-story.html' title='A Short Story'/><author><name>manu_the_lawgiver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811054342596187142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://words4ever.com/downloads/wallpapers/words4ever_wallpaper_6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
