<?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-22461631</id><updated>2012-02-10T00:19:34.239+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Here I Converse...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-8282938295938695963</id><published>2009-07-12T19:06:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:30:53.236+05:30</updated><title type='text'>For the One I Love!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC2lTCuzCvM/SlnxDSMNG-I/AAAAAAAACTE/JxQNjIwssQA/s1600-h/images3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 107px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC2lTCuzCvM/SlnxDSMNG-I/AAAAAAAACTE/JxQNjIwssQA/s200/images3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357578270458846178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for my soulmate who completes me&lt;br /&gt;This is for my new beginning&lt;br /&gt;This is for You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, not only for what you are,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I am when I am with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I dont know what should I write,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;But words are flowing so letting them go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are there, I am here&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But will this stop us to care&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is silly and stupid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What can I do, when role is played by cupid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of it now, time to stop&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Else world be below and you will be on top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I cherished &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your presence&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hug&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kiss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your anger&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your care&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brows&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cheeks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my closeup smile&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You increase pace of my beats&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these takes me to places unseen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Love is what you give me everyday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is what you think of me in different way&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is your care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the confidence that you are with me everywhere&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is your wishes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is your kisses&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is your talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Love is when we hold hand and walk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when I fall for you on your smile&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the thought that you are with me for miles and miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-8282938295938695963?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/8282938295938695963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=8282938295938695963' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/8282938295938695963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/8282938295938695963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-one-i-love.html' title='For the One I Love!!'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wC2lTCuzCvM/SlnxDSMNG-I/AAAAAAAACTE/JxQNjIwssQA/s72-c/images3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-2847408847338219791</id><published>2008-06-29T16:28:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-29T16:46:01.616+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mood Swing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wC2lTCuzCvM/SGdu4QAxKTI/AAAAAAAABlA/UET-WCpWg-Y/s1600-h/url.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wC2lTCuzCvM/SGdu4QAxKTI/AAAAAAAABlA/UET-WCpWg-Y/s200/url.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217260605981927730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new day break&lt;br /&gt;A new desire&lt;br /&gt;A new feeling&lt;br /&gt;A new confidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking on the laid track&lt;br /&gt;Holding fingers for direction&lt;br /&gt;Riding as a pillion driver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ball will come to my court&lt;br /&gt;New colours will widen the spectrum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-2847408847338219791?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/2847408847338219791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=2847408847338219791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/2847408847338219791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/2847408847338219791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2008/06/mood-swing.html' title='Mood Swing'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wC2lTCuzCvM/SGdu4QAxKTI/AAAAAAAABlA/UET-WCpWg-Y/s72-c/url.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-5709640982160821583</id><published>2008-06-07T19:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:06:21.109+05:30</updated><title type='text'>moods</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can you stand up?&lt;br /&gt;I do believe its working. good.&lt;br /&gt;That’ll keep you going for the show.&lt;br /&gt;Come on its time to go.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This fits me more than anything. Life is in a stage to shape and build myself. Surrendered myself to the consequences and walking on the path laid by destiny. I came back home for good and have never been so happy but it was short lived. I agree to take all the blame for my carelessness.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The payback time is expanding and this is a long walk in the dark tunnel with light shining on the other side. I get restless, frustrated, annoyed, feel useless but to feel happy in next few hours as these thought process gonna make it hard for me to get through it. One mistake and everything will be washed away to start it afresh, for which I don’t have enough of patience left.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I kept myself stick to the saying &lt;i style=""&gt;everything happens for its own good&lt;/i&gt;. A lot happened to me in last few months which bring in the changes for good. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Giving my best for what my parents want me to be. A lot of selfishness has been imbibed in me after walking the path of my own for a quite a long time. Now is the time to do for others. Trying to be: If you are happy, I am happy; Will do what you want but give me sometime to frame my mind.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But not losing my individuality, will be the same when I meet my sect.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-5709640982160821583?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/5709640982160821583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=5709640982160821583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/5709640982160821583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/5709640982160821583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2008/06/moods.html' title='moods'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-155159149452400457</id><published>2007-10-15T04:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-15T04:39:06.470+05:30</updated><title type='text'>life is a shit of happiness</title><content type='html'>some have  strength to always smile&lt;br /&gt;and share without a word&lt;br /&gt;i can only give respect and space&lt;br /&gt;to that persons life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-155159149452400457?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/155159149452400457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=155159149452400457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/155159149452400457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/155159149452400457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-is-shit-of-happiness.html' title='life is a shit of happiness'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-5246647424165399419</id><published>2007-10-15T04:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-15T04:30:01.958+05:30</updated><title type='text'>wattever</title><content type='html'>kuch likhna hai par mann nahin hai&lt;br /&gt;kisi ke baare mein likhna hai par likh nahin sakte&lt;br /&gt;bina soche samay bitana hai par kar nahin sakte&lt;br /&gt;kaiyon ki watt lagana hai par lagaa nahin sakte&lt;br /&gt;tulli hona hai and aaj raat woh jaroor kar sakte hain :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-5246647424165399419?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/5246647424165399419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=5246647424165399419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/5246647424165399419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/5246647424165399419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2007/10/wattever.html' title='wattever'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-742322545775018344</id><published>2007-09-27T06:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-27T06:10:52.936+05:30</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>boring&lt;br /&gt;no zeal to work&lt;br /&gt;wanna break&lt;br /&gt;2mnths ho gaye kahin ghumne nahin gayaa&lt;br /&gt;ghar jaana hai&lt;br /&gt;mumma paas jaana hai&lt;br /&gt;decemeber ya january&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-742322545775018344?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/742322545775018344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=742322545775018344' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/742322545775018344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/742322545775018344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-7463399859412345970</id><published>2007-09-24T05:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-24T05:27:21.529+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Benson &amp; Hedges</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;You must have heard ppl talking about women, movies, monuments, bikes and describing and discussing them but when it comes to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sutta&lt;/span&gt;, we simply smoke it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our beloved B&amp;amp;H &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a lovely testimonial &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;from one of its new, proud to be, addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;b&amp;amp;h&lt;/span&gt; rocks&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;saala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;benson&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dhamaaka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cheez&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bhai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;benson&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; hedges&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat out"&gt;  &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;kisi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;mujhe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;b&amp;amp;h&lt;/span&gt; ultra lights  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;khareedwaaya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;pehele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;fir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;maine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;b&amp;amp;h&lt;/span&gt; premium filters &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;liya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;bhai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;kya&lt;/span&gt; amazing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;sutta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;infi&lt;/span&gt; smooth&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;mild (gale &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;nahi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;lagta&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;aur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;dhuaan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;bhi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;nikalta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;hia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;aur&lt;/span&gt; length to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;aisi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;ki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;kya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;btaayen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;filter to bhaisaab deep and tight&lt;br /&gt;waise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;apna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;apna&lt;/span&gt; inference..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;koi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;ladki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;deewana&lt;/span&gt;  to use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;ladki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;nazar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;aati&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;koi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;sutte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;premi&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;usse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;suta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;nazar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;aata&lt;/span&gt; hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...fully &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dil se&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;&lt;/span&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/22461631-7463399859412345970?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/7463399859412345970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=7463399859412345970' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/7463399859412345970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/7463399859412345970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2007/09/benson-hedges.html' title='Benson &amp; Hedges'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-7685336325908041756</id><published>2007-09-01T20:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-02T08:59:54.724+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yeahman!!</title><content type='html'>After lot of patience I finally made it to Caribbean Islands. Welcome to world of sunshine, sensual curvy booties, big boobies, tropical climate, tall trees, dance, music, beats, serene beaches and white sand. I found myself at home when I had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nariyal pani&lt;/span&gt; (coconut water) near airport. The roads, traffic, people, chicken all remind me partly of India. No rules, no worries do your thing, free  your mind; I like it :)&lt;br /&gt;There exists only one funda outtahere: Work hard and hard and party harder everynight!! and I have been following it sincerely :D. Alcohol consumption is at its peak for me; though I stand noway near others. I set my new record to finish 200ml vodka in less than 30min, and slept with brain haemorrhage :D&lt;br /&gt;Second day at work and I burnt myself at all the exposed parts, man I was total red, first sunburn of my life (I dunno wattmore is yet to experience). Its an experience to work with people from 8countries. Its a well blended cohesion of different culture, nature and lifestyle. But there are always few things that disturbs me a lot. I wont call it a racism but is it superiority complex which is common amongst Europeans. I hate it when they call each other:&lt;br /&gt;Please pardon him, he is fucking Scottish.&lt;br /&gt;Oh thanks a lot, atleast I respect others better than you do, fucker English&lt;br /&gt;Yeah thats the way fucking Irish will do&lt;br /&gt;Oh I never knew, you fucking Indians do all those stuffs&lt;br /&gt;Fuck those Jamaicans, aaeen aaeen, dunno watt they are saying&lt;br /&gt;You are expected to do it, you fucking Polish&lt;br /&gt;note: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No offence to any reader, its just I don't like representing anyone in the above stated manner. Everyone has a name, why to bring in the nationality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am happy to be here, people here are much better and friendly than I met those at Belfast. This is a better life. Its like a big family, everyone playing their role of guidance, fun, caretaker. My list of nick names have increased here, to add few more to existing: jimmy, pri pri, preppy, primark, cranky pranky.&lt;br /&gt;Well so far Jamaica- No Problem!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-7685336325908041756?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/7685336325908041756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=7685336325908041756' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/7685336325908041756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/7685336325908041756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2007/09/yeahman.html' title='Yeahman!!'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-280965102043693924</id><published>2007-09-01T20:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-01T20:39:57.654+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>An yr ago I left my Bharatmata and Goron ke desh mein apna pehla kadam rakha tha. and tabse kadam ruke nahin hai :D and bas ab roundtrip maarke Swades lautene ka planning hone waali hai :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-280965102043693924?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/280965102043693924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=280965102043693924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/280965102043693924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/280965102043693924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-173357774346766775</id><published>2007-06-23T04:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-23T05:20:39.749+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gist</title><content type='html'>Happiness without sharing&lt;br /&gt;Joy without telling&lt;br /&gt;Anger in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Desire to do&lt;br /&gt;Having no one&lt;br /&gt;Talking to yourself&lt;br /&gt;Receiving no phone calls&lt;br /&gt;No missed calls&lt;br /&gt;Weekends in the home&lt;br /&gt;No excitement&lt;br /&gt;No favors granted or taken&lt;br /&gt;No Expectations&lt;br /&gt;No common topic&lt;br /&gt;No outing&lt;br /&gt;Travelling alone&lt;br /&gt;Eating same type of food&lt;br /&gt;Few activities &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not to be written&lt;/span&gt; doing alone&lt;br /&gt;Weird Music&lt;br /&gt;Everyone staring at you&lt;br /&gt;Everyone pretending to be good to you&lt;br /&gt;Sufficient money&lt;br /&gt;Where and how to spend&lt;br /&gt;What to buy&lt;br /&gt;No one to recommend&lt;br /&gt;Everyone complaining to me but really not possible, feeling again after a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saala abhi bhi likh kar kya ukhaad liya baat to dil mein hi hai abhi tak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-173357774346766775?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/173357774346766775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=173357774346766775' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/173357774346766775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/173357774346766775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2007/06/gist.html' title='Gist'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-2575508390139848949</id><published>2007-06-17T04:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:37:14.112+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Vanity Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This is a post to share thoughts, lines related to any damn thing of this world. Come in make a request in comment box to contribute, when approved come back again to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love once, you marry once, if you marry the one you love then u married else u made a compromise.&lt;br /&gt;Always tell you are happy because world wants to hear only that.&lt;br /&gt;Never try to ride others car ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-2575508390139848949?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/2575508390139848949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=2575508390139848949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/2575508390139848949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/2575508390139848949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2007/06/vanity-box.html' title='Vanity Box'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-6009782673632866368</id><published>2007-06-17T03:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-17T04:19:12.137+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yahoo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What a day it was...night in a Hotel Room(pretty good); bath tub mein hot water bath with foams(pretty relaxing); english breakfast (pretty OK); read a letter from employer when came back home(pretty Mindblowing)&lt;br /&gt;Letter ka content to nahin disclose hoga, jitne log yeh blog padte hain un sab ko pataa hi hai waise bhi :)&lt;br /&gt;Isi khushi mein mandir hokar aagaye(2nd time in 9months, pretty religious); city centre was like a fanfarfe, music, dance, crowd(pretty jovial); watched the qualifying(pretty disappointing again); had dinner(pretty yummy after a long time); will watch a Parzania(pretty hopeful).&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is turning out to be pretty painful.&lt;br /&gt;Have a pretty nice sleep, day, wattever suits your time zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-6009782673632866368?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/6009782673632866368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=6009782673632866368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/6009782673632866368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/6009782673632866368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2007/06/yahoo.html' title='Yahoo!!'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-65641236891470308</id><published>2007-06-02T07:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-02T07:47:58.326+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Smooching Experiences</title><content type='html'>Some do it for love, some for lust, some for need, some for desire, some for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just like that&lt;/span&gt;. Some do it passionately, some do it forcefully, some do it for  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just do it. &lt;/span&gt;With time society is modernising and accepts no gender bias between two lips; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;male-female, male-male, female-female,obviously looks sexy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have witness few, experienced few, missed few and heard few hilarious lip-locks. Best amongst all are not normal at all, these are the ones which are not acceptable in a cultured society, but no such society exists in this modern era, so enjoy democracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one dates back to my second year, when one of my dear friends had a lifetime experiencing of kissing a eunuch. I know he must be regretting the desperation which made him believe to not to believe his eyes but his cannon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second is the latest one, tonite, lifetime experience for me, always watched in a video or seen pictures in some magzines or other resources. Just imagine if that looked sensuous on-screen, how much heat would be in a live action. A Lesbian Kiss!! My neighbours  in their  backyard. Happy Days for all, viewers and players both :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-65641236891470308?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/65641236891470308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=65641236891470308' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/65641236891470308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/65641236891470308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2007/06/smooching-experiences.html' title='Smooching Experiences'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-7629368551766916289</id><published>2007-05-26T21:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-27T19:24:15.044+05:30</updated><title type='text'>lets play some music</title><content type='html'>kal raat ke songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chura liya hai tumne jo dil ko&lt;br /&gt;bin tere sanam&lt;br /&gt;bheegi bheegi raaton mein&lt;br /&gt;thats the way it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bas bottle ki kami thi, ladki ki kami to maa baap hi poori karenge, humse kuch na hona :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-7629368551766916289?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/7629368551766916289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=7629368551766916289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/7629368551766916289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/7629368551766916289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2007/05/lets-play-some-music.html' title='lets play some music'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-320566119654434952</id><published>2007-05-26T01:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-26T01:47:47.994+05:30</updated><title type='text'>not required</title><content type='html'>Just booked the tickets to Barcelona for a 4day trip. Finger crossed to get the visa on time. But the point is saala aviation fuel ka price giraao bhai. bank corrupt hone waala hu mein and abhi to duniya bhi nahin dekhi hai. And one more thing, yeh saale europeans ko aur koi jagah nahin milti hai kya jo har kisi ko spain jaana hota hai; aas paas ki countries ke price to itne kam hai ki mein 2-3 baar ho aau aur dard bhi na ho.&lt;br /&gt;Lagta hai F1 race dekhne ka sapna poora nahin ho paayega, ab paisa hi nahin rahega to kaddu dekhenge hum race, par koi na agle saal Singapore ki night race ya ek aur umeed Dubai 2009 nahin to delhi 2011(hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;Umeed par hi duniya tiki hai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-320566119654434952?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/320566119654434952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=320566119654434952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/320566119654434952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/320566119654434952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2007/05/not-required.html' title='not required'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-9093361480914866652</id><published>2007-05-24T14:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-24T19:15:50.467+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Days Wasted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How interesting a day can be at site office in a foreign place. India mein to sab chalta hai, sab apne type ke hi hote hain. I have been wasting my time in my office for the past 2weeks as project is done and remedial works are going on.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody but me on site are if not certain but have some clue about where they are posted after the completion. So what options lies with me? Still show enthu of doing work, where there is no work to do, be active and patient. Isn’t that too much to ask from me??&lt;br /&gt;I lose my patience now &amp; then and repeatedly asked my Project manager about my next posting which led him to burst into anger:D, I was delighted.&lt;br /&gt;I play stickcricket, read novels (mandal days are back for me); mail chat is at its peak, sudoku again (kvkr days are back for me), pinball, minesweeper, hearts, solitaire (y windows have only 4games :(), calling people from yellow pages (itna lukkha ho gayaa hu mein) and yes sleeping!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Look just wrote a blog, and day has just started. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-9093361480914866652?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/9093361480914866652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=9093361480914866652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/9093361480914866652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/9093361480914866652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2007/05/days-wasted.html' title='Days Wasted'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-208664322025091044</id><published>2007-05-11T02:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-12T13:22:46.992+05:30</updated><title type='text'>bas ek tamanna...</title><content type='html'>...hai ki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baarish ka mausam, gili matti ki khushbu, dhuaan aaju baaju and ek apne haathmein bhi ;) and ek garma garam cutting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khaali sadak, mast thandi hawa, CBZ ho haath mein and 3-4 bikes bagal mein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuch yaar dost aaju baaju wid some beer, scotch, chicken and then sabka ho show ek ek karke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-208664322025091044?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/208664322025091044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=208664322025091044' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/208664322025091044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/208664322025091044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2007/05/bas-ek-tamanna.html' title='bas ek tamanna...'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-3472260848575096797</id><published>2007-05-10T01:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-10T02:37:12.229+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I and Recent Visitors</title><content type='html'>Date: 29th April '07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. of Persons: Five (One by telephone, can be ignored)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purpose: Various (Can be none also)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mohit Chamania:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nick Name: Chaman, Chaman Chutiya, Lady Killer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life: Its all about loving ur Mohammed and hogging sausages&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Passion: Anyone, Anywhere, Anytime for coding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Desperation: For food and harley and yes he is straight; so, babes!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ashish Kela:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Painu, Chuitya...Money X-Change Converter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its all about losing ones possesion, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meine abhi tak nahin bataya kela&lt;/span&gt;, mera mooh band hai&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sarvee Diwan:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Self acclaimed I-Bank Slave trading for social upliftment of special category of women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A cynical wild animal having never ending desire for alcohol and nicotine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MIT Scholar who loves to listen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saat samundar paar mein tere peeche peeche.... ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bas murga, daaru, sutta and altaf raja jahaan kahi bhi ho, wahi mehfil hai inki&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;kShit iZ Torka:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;10months ago: Jobless, Useless, Burden on Parents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10days ago: Flying in Business Class, Working in Toronto, Heavy cash flow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Future: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dikhawe pe na jaao apni akal lagaao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Priyank Singhania:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;For few naam hi kaafi hai&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For few naam mein kya rakha hai&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For others, kya karna hai jaan kar, asap se kat lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-3472260848575096797?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/3472260848575096797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=3472260848575096797' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/3472260848575096797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/3472260848575096797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-and-recent-visitors.html' title='I and Recent Visitors'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-6060619082251781353</id><published>2007-04-22T03:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-24T19:17:45.297+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Striding Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Traveling while in and after IIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Himachal Pradesh: Manali, Dalhousie, Chandigarh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Punjab: Amritsar, Wagah Border&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Goa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Maharashtra: Obviously Mumbai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Pune-50km radius; u know watt, isnt it chaman :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Beaches-Kaashid, Murud, Mandwa, Ganpatipole, Alibag, Kihim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Mahabaleshwar-Panchgani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Lonawla-khandala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Daman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Puri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Vizag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Abroad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Scotland: Orkney Islands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Edinburgh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Dundee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Northern Ireland: Obviously Belfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Portrush, Bangor, Giant Caussway, Cerrede-o-Rope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;England: London and planning for Portadown or Wales, with it UK 'll be covered, in first week of May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Planned trip: Athens from 30th April to 4th May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Wish to go: Spain, Paris in mid July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Dream to go: British Grand Prix or any fucking GP of this season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;If all plans and wishes and dreams are done then I'll go back to India with content heart. So all you reading it just pray for me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-6060619082251781353?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/6060619082251781353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=6060619082251781353' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/6060619082251781353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/6060619082251781353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2007/04/striding-man.html' title='Striding Man'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-818332702994105471</id><published>2007-04-21T22:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-21T22:56:45.830+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Machines Conquered!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wC2lTCuzCvM/RipJNuYrpoI/AAAAAAAABS8/jCSy1PAlqF4/s1600-h/Picture+0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wC2lTCuzCvM/RipJNuYrpoI/AAAAAAAABS8/jCSy1PAlqF4/s320/Picture+0081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055934031815485058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wC2lTCuzCvM/RipI5-YrpnI/AAAAAAAABS0/wHpQkQEsJk0/s1600-h/IMG_1740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wC2lTCuzCvM/RipI5-YrpnI/AAAAAAAABS0/wHpQkQEsJk0/s320/IMG_1740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055933692513068658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wC2lTCuzCvM/RipE1eYrpjI/AAAAAAAABSU/DXwkWUd1rIM/s1600-h/for+orkut.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wC2lTCuzCvM/RipE1eYrpjI/AAAAAAAABSU/DXwkWUd1rIM/s320/for+orkut.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055929217157146162" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally covered a wide range of super machines that exist in this world. To name few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formnula 1 Car-David Couthhard's McLaren&lt;br /&gt;Ferrari- Scarlett Red one ;)&lt;br /&gt;Phantom&lt;br /&gt;Harley Davidson&lt;br /&gt;Lamborgini&lt;br /&gt;Porshe Boxter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now waiting for some vintage flying machine to ride ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-818332702994105471?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/818332702994105471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=818332702994105471' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/818332702994105471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/818332702994105471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2007/04/machines-conquered.html' title='Machines Conquered!'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wC2lTCuzCvM/RipJNuYrpoI/AAAAAAAABS8/jCSy1PAlqF4/s72-c/Picture+0081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-291953907327550891</id><published>2007-04-16T03:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-16T03:50:50.292+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Baaton Baaton Mein</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Earth, water, fire, wood and metal are the 5 elements of life. But one need more than that for survival.  Conversation. Was watching Lost in Translation tonite, and realised how close I am to the life of Scarlett and Bill in the movie. Best thing is I am not alone but alas still doesn't get anyone for a good conversation, though after long 8months I went to pub with  a stranger and it turned out to be a good, man I must say awesome night!! well more on that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fir kabhi ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had few good trips in last 4weeks; a week trip each to Scotland and London. I realised that its good to travel and explore alone but dude you can't do that all the time. I was trying my hands on photography in Scotland when I was travelling alone but that silly stormy bad weather ruined that pleasure too. I am here not to crib about anything but just a realisation-importance of conversation; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot can happen over a coffee&lt;/span&gt; is not merely a tag line but a fact.&lt;br /&gt;Scotland was adventure, a break from monotonous life, a journey to cherish but London was relaxation, getting lost in streets, and chit-chat with friends. Talking with 3 friends after a long time was happiness. Spending time with them, doing things just for the sake of their joy, man I miss all these stuffs but this is life, u get some and lose a lot. I am not here to crib for anything but just a realisation-sharing matters, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every little helps &lt;/span&gt;is a universal truth.&lt;br /&gt;Where is it going and why is it going to wherever it is going; do you know, I don't know rather nobody knows or does somebody knows? This is a treasure everyone is looking for, few gets more lose it. I am always with the majority but nowdays minority rules so make some space for me there or you will be out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-291953907327550891?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/291953907327550891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=291953907327550891' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/291953907327550891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/291953907327550891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2007/04/baaton-baaton-mein.html' title='Baaton Baaton Mein'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-7428429351750834986</id><published>2007-02-11T06:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-11T06:47:30.966+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Silence is beautiful word, emotion, act, ruthless behaviour, powerful tool, self-belief, confidence, and 'happiness'. But does everyone gets it? How many desire for it? How many experience it? How many pursuit for it, fight for it, live for it? Well I don't know what am I doing. Where am I going. But I know what I want. I want freedom, I want to make my own rules, I want satisfaction, joy and that 'happiness'; I don't care whether that comes with fanfare or in the crowded streets or individually; but I desire it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days I am getting restless, confused, angry, frustrated, irritated, feeling like chained. I want to shout, yell but can't do it. I want to speak but not even that. All I can do is to hear but why? I want to be myself, is that a crime, vicious desire or an immoral action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I only a day-dreamer? Do I have enough courage to start? Am I strong? Or am I clear of what I want and where I want to reach? Am I a wanderer standing at a cross or in a highway or surfing the wave or riding the national speed? I don't know about any of them but I am sure that I have to go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've never waited to return so eagerly but its too far. I will do my work, I will be patient. But today I was very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-7428429351750834986?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/7428429351750834986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=7428429351750834986' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/7428429351750834986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/7428429351750834986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2007/02/when.html' title='When??'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-2621044728669485755</id><published>2006-12-27T00:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-27T00:39:10.196+05:30</updated><title type='text'>First return trip to India :)- Belfast to Dublin</title><content type='html'>Had a blast at Christmas Dinner from compnay on friday, my cap had an enchanting effect on babes around everywhere I went; be it restraunt, be it pub or be it disc; I'as being decent and contained myself in limits ;)&lt;br /&gt;But why am I writing about it; I don't care about that so why would you, isn't it? Sunday seemed a very long day to pass and was waiting for monday to arrive, my departure day from UK to India \:D/.&lt;br /&gt;I got into a bus from Belfast to Dublin which was a 3hr journey and surrounding beside the roads was beautiful. I wonder how do these ppl manage it so well. I especially loved series of rock wall at regular interval and different heights and lenghts caged around with wire mesh.&lt;br /&gt;I reached Dublin airport; more than 100 flights fly from there, have 3 runways and 28 gates; and they say its a small airport!! I did my check-in in style using a kiosk and my boarding pass were printed in a sec. No check-in hassels, no arguments in loading luggage, and no security issues; it was a smooth and peaceful entry to my gate. To kill time I purchased &lt;em&gt;Rich Dad Poor Dad- Cash Quadrant&lt;/em&gt; and sala pay in pounds and get changes in euro, kya fart tha!! So now I was carrying 3 currencies- &lt;em&gt;Indian Rupee, Pound and Euro&lt;/em&gt;, it was realy difficult to handle them B-) all at a time in one wallet.&lt;br /&gt;Flight left the gate at sharp 1830hrs, and pilot announced "Passengers, weather is clear and aircraft has no technical problem but you may face some shaking and jerks when high" and he was so true, whole aircraft was shaking after half hour of journey.&lt;br /&gt;Landed London Heathrow safely and first part is over. I didn't know that second part would be better :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-2621044728669485755?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/2621044728669485755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=2621044728669485755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/2621044728669485755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/2621044728669485755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2006/12/first-return-trip-to-india-belfast-to.html' title='First return trip to India :)- Belfast to Dublin'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-5538920735789660469</id><published>2006-11-12T03:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-26T23:58:04.560+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Looking for myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Its high time ki I should start accept the reality of being lonely. I feel like handicap without any of you beside me; talking to me, biking with me, eating out at airport, boozing in the wing or at toto's or anywhere else, freaking out with you at beach, playing pool, you taking care of me at home, me dropping you at school or to take you out for gupchup; damn it; it looks to me as if these are haunting me, because they make me cry. Probably I am taking strides with these moments as my crutches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never been alone&lt;br /&gt;Never missed anyone, as I was always with them&lt;br /&gt;Never spent weekends sitting in a room&lt;br /&gt;Never been so quite&lt;br /&gt;Never cried for anyone&lt;br /&gt;Never was scared of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I lost that fun element within me, that smile which I always had, that nbd when I am in pressure, that carelessness with which I lived my whole life, that gandagi in my room which could beat many. Nothing seems to impress me now, no feelings, getting selfish gradually, no generosity, I react in same manner at every situation, nothing seems to put me in pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I am not smiling, its not that I am in depression, its not that I am not happy; the thing is: Feeling is missing element in all my activity apart from my work; I am atleast enjoing one thing, which is my lifeline for survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I 've started concentrating on lyrics, I look people with not my view but as they want to be looked as; that's not the way I want to be, I confront with all miseries, I can't stand any ill-treatment for being asian. Where is my social life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;How does it feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;How does it feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;To be without a home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Like a complete unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Like a rolling stone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;To be on your own&lt;br /&gt;With no direction home&lt;br /&gt;Like a complete unknown&lt;br /&gt;Like a rolling stone?&lt;br /&gt;- Bob Dylan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;I prefer to interpret in otherway as I've been trying to accept my as it comes but now 'am tired of pretentions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I am left with me and my solitude or lonliness. I cannot accept the latter and former is failing&lt;br /&gt;repeatedly to charm me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-5538920735789660469?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/5538920735789660469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=5538920735789660469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/5538920735789660469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/5538920735789660469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2006/11/looking-for-myself.html' title='Looking for myself'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-116154668347890473</id><published>2006-10-22T23:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-12T03:22:44.400+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Weekend trip to London!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4711/2284/1600/for%20blog.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4711/2284/400/for%20blog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh my God, I was in London...I've been dreaming of this place all my life and finally I made it on my B'Day, what a treat it was for me :D. London is a rocking place  all day &amp; night, though nights are scary.&lt;br /&gt;I entered Madame Tussad's Wax Museum to find it to be an  enchanting wonderland I've ever seen. Statues were really worth the hype they get all over in the media. I was bewildered on seeing JLo to be so small, but uummm sexy stuffs comes in small packages ;) History of England was well preserved by Tussad's Society. I had a ride of England's heritage black cab and watched evolution of England since Queens Rule.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno how much space UK dedicate to parks and natural beauty, its an autumn time for these ppl, but ooooh I'm freezing; temp is 10 degree and they say it autumn!! I went into a park, dunno da name, and it was well-formed and pleasing to lay down with...anyone but I was alone, sad isnt it. Ducks, swans and piegeons added the charm to the inviting look of the pond in the park. Near to park was well known Buckingham Palace, it looked small when compared to grandeurs of Palaces of India. But I liked the stone statue in front of it, English ppl use various forms of stones and materials which keeps a long lasting impression on every individuals' memory.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I was hungry by now, and I was suppose to meet Smita at Piccadili Circus.&lt;br /&gt;At Piccadili Circus, I saw the real London as I always dreamt of to be; busy, crowded, diversity, glamour and fashion. First thing I did was to make arrangements for night stay and then hastly ran everywhere looking for some flowers or something to give Smita but managed to get some choclates, u never get something u looking for at the time of need, y the hell murphys' law works everytime.&lt;br /&gt;We looked for Indian Restraunt desperatly for 45min and then out of frustation and hunger we landed in some Italian Restraunt. Readitng at the menu, we  figured out nuthing, y does every menu card in UK look so wierd and hard to understand, after some 15min we ordered our food and after some 10min the connoisseur&lt;cite&gt;&lt;/cite&gt; served the food and uuummm it smelled good. Sitting with a lady I didn't want to show her how wild I can be on tables; so I displayed my table manners using all provided cutlery :D and ate barely 2 slices of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pizza, &lt;/span&gt;ofcourse I left the restraunt with half filled stomach. But talking to Smita was really nice, it has been ages when I met her last in school days. We discussed school days, which was so fun and I think that those are the best days of everones' life. I think even in 2yrs of stay at RKC I wud have not talked to her for that long, quite strange isnt it, but life and world are so small that u find urself to be in the same place meeting the same ppl, its just the circumstances that changes. After dinner she left and I was left bewitched by the nights and lights of London. Though I didn't enjoyed the night life but it was a wonderful day for me, after all it was my B'day!!&lt;br /&gt;Next Day I went to another well known landmark &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;London Bridge&lt;/span&gt;, again Howrah Bridge fascinated me more; watt can I do if India have better landmarks its just the hype that it doesnt get from the media. But the trail to Howrah Bridge was beautiful, if you want to see the real London walk the streets of London and you will see the well preserved heritage of London, it captivated me completely.&lt;br /&gt;I took the bus to London Eye, its an architectural marvel, brain child of Tony Blair, I admired the cables and breaking style using tyres and thick rubber rings more than the actual view from top, some 100ft high. Sightseeing was over and now was the time to shop...I wanted to buy only one thing; a cap which Saluja bought during his internship time, I always tried to take that cap away from Saluja which he never liked :D. Finally I got it after looking in some 10 shops and 30min. I paid 15pounds!! Woww it look so beautiful better than his :P  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bas apni to shopping ho gayi...ab kuch indian khana khayaa jaaye&lt;/span&gt;...went to an Indian restraunt  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pel ke khana khaya and majaa aagyaa tha&lt;/span&gt;.  Ab  kuch karne ko to tha nahin to hum  Hyde Park mein jaa ke bethe and  wahaan pe dance on skates dekh rahe the, amazing tha...&lt;br /&gt;So here comes the end of long weekend trip to London!! I'm dying to go to go there again to njoi the night life ;)&lt;br /&gt;London Rocksss!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-116154668347890473?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/116154668347890473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=116154668347890473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/116154668347890473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/116154668347890473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2006/10/weekend-trip-to-london.html' title='Weekend trip to London!!'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-116033857827426258</id><published>2006-10-09T01:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-12T03:22:44.292+05:30</updated><title type='text'>First Journey to Firang Land :)</title><content type='html'>1st Sep ‘06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mumbai – Heathrow&lt;/span&gt;:                782H BMI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Heathrow – Belfast City&lt;/span&gt;:           82S BMI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start from Mumbai Sahar Airport. It was really painful to depart from my parents, last time I felt so was when they left me in boarding school around 10yrs ago. I just held my tears not to let mummy notice it else she would stated pouring. One thing I regret  is not been able to meet Sarvee and Saurabh properly, though Saurabh will never forget that night in platform :P&lt;br /&gt;I stood in my very long queue to BMI chech-in counter. While standing I saw Classic Regular carton but my morale stopped me to regret it later, cigarettes out here are very expensive, but &lt;em&gt;baaki sab nahi mile to chalega but suttee ke bina nahin rahega :D&lt;/em&gt;, and here I found my new love in Benson &amp; Hedges. After 2hrs I managed to check-in after paying 11k for my extra luggage!!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was asking me about my first Airbus experience, I should say it was bad. I would protest to limit the age of airhostess to 30. I think one doesn’t expect the Airbus seats to be small as Jet Airways ones’.&lt;br /&gt;I changed my flight at London Airport, its so huge that it took my 20 min to reach check-in counter by walking on conveyer belt. I managed to enter the flight. They didn’t serve anything and I paid £3 for a 60pence sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;I reached safely at Belfast City and enjoyed ogling at Irish samples in the flight. But when bad time comes it doesn’t pass away easily. I waited to collect my baggage and found that it hasn’t arrived yet and airport people don’t know when can I expect to have it. And I said to myself &lt;em&gt;Welcome to Belfast&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I went to my apartment and then to office in Audi :P. My HR Manager, Paul,  invited us to his farewell party. We along with Paul were flocked with Irish gals, Irish gals are crazy, free spirits and yes beautiful. They know how to groom themselves, even kids  are always well dressed up with make-up kit in their school bag!!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was supposed to pay for themselves in the party, we don’t have such kindda party in India. A new person in a new country is not expected to pay for his first drink but I think for the second he has to :((  I was ready for the second culture shock of my life, first was in B’lore where I saw gals wearing revealing clothes and hobnobbing.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I got a call from Airport that my baggage has arrived. But jiski kismet khoti ho who kya kar sakta hai. If my baggage would have been delayed by another 3hrs then I would have received Rs4500 from insurance company.&lt;br /&gt;Temperature was around 20 degrees and it was like heat wave for people out here. I went to bed early after having good kick from Irish beers.&lt;br /&gt;So, I managed to reach Belfast without worries though with lot of hassles. Still thinking was something not allowing me to leave India, many know why am I thinking so.&lt;br /&gt;After a month missing India :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-116033857827426258?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/116033857827426258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=116033857827426258' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/116033857827426258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/116033857827426258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-journey-to-firang-land.html' title='First Journey to Firang Land :)'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-115308338521242963</id><published>2006-07-17T01:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-12T03:22:44.169+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A she in us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4711/2284/1600/DSC00534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4711/2284/320/DSC00534.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the first post when I'm not high though drunk, so  have not the broken my legacy :D&lt;br /&gt;Have been thinking of writing on it for a long time but laziness has kept a hold on me...&lt;br /&gt;A new person has become a member of our family and never thought that she wud be so wonderful, amazing and fun to be with. Torka was the first person meeting to whom I used to think how can one be so perfect, but I met another of that kind, these people are rare specie and am lucky to be with them. A faultless person who plays many role with ease; a daughter, a wife, a daughter-in-law and a bhabhi; she is a well blended person of many qualities.&lt;br /&gt;She is not beauty queen but she is street smart, she is not super intelligent but she is an intellectual person, she is not a national player but she can beat many in many games, she is not a singer but she has a sweet voice, she is not into glamour world but she is a designer and entertainer in herself, she is not chef but she can cook many delicious stuffs. For her galss is always half-filled, motivator and inspiration for anyone near her.&lt;br /&gt;I've been  sharing a good part of my time with her since May and I am loving it. She is a girl with whom I can share anything, our frequency resonates. There is no hesitation in telling her anything, dunno why, I tell her any damn thing I think. I think her more of my friend than as a bhabhi, I know she'll be always there for me and she cares a lot. There is a tender touch in everything she does. But one thing that bother me is that does she always try to make all happy or its her characteristic?&lt;br /&gt;Bhabhi you are a darling and I love you, will always miss you when I'm not with you.&lt;br /&gt;[:*] [&gt;:D&lt;] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-115308338521242963?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/115308338521242963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=115308338521242963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/115308338521242963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/115308338521242963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2006/07/she-in-us.html' title='A she in us'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-114644491265963616</id><published>2006-05-01T05:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-12T03:22:44.065+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Barbecue!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4711/2284/1600/Photo-0251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4711/2284/320/Photo-0251.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amazing night,  with chikkens, sausages, paneer, whiskey, vodka  sutta and few trips... Guess why?? We had a Barbecue!! Yeah on the terrace of our wing. It all started with an idea popped up on sheels' tiny brain in a lazy afternoon. As myself and jeet are leaving insti tommorow so all of us planned to have a last treat to be a memorable one. Yeah this celebration was truly unique and special to me,  probably the last  @ IIT.&lt;br /&gt;The mastermind of sheel, well executed by him, kalpesh and immo. kudos to y'll.&lt;br /&gt;In the evening Shontu, Ady, Chikkoo, Jeet and myself had 2-3 pegs of alcohol. Meanwhile we also chopped few tomatoes, onions and also marinated the raw chikken, as per the advice from adys' mother.&lt;br /&gt;Sheel and Immo was  already onto their chef mode. Immo set the fire with a lot of patience, and that almost gave him a heat stroke. Wid some hiccups we were able to roast most of them. The smell of the chikkens on the plate tempted me to taste it. And uummm watt a piece it was, the plate finished wid me craving for more of it. A geesu non-veggie turned into total non-veg lover.&lt;br /&gt;It was an experiece of a time to cook the way our foreathers did. It was a picturesque view while lighting the fire, me blowing the wind for coals to catch some fire, others pouring vodka for combustion, all around trying to save themselve from chingaari.&lt;br /&gt;Roti and roasted paneer with tinch of salt and lemon tasted delicious. uuah can I 've some more. The ambience added the essence to the whole celebration. Dark sky wid stars twinkling and moon peeping through the clouds, mild wind breezing away with large bats circling. All these gave us a thrill of being in a jungle.&lt;br /&gt;I must thanks a lot to immo for giving us such a wonderful night.&lt;br /&gt;Barbecue is a must fortnightly atleast, try it or believe me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-114644491265963616?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/114644491265963616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=114644491265963616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/114644491265963616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/114644491265963616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2006/05/barbecue.html' title='Barbecue!!'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-114637406504327991</id><published>2006-04-30T10:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-12T03:22:43.927+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Qualification: Graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lets'  laugh for a while for my  Enginner status. Now  my Business Card will have following lines:&lt;br /&gt;Priyank Singhania&lt;br /&gt;B.Tech in Civil Engineering&lt;br /&gt;IIT Bombay&lt;br /&gt;I am just waiting for a official stamp from the academic office to offer me a degree and approve my status. Then no doubts will arise, obviously on papers, but might be when I am at work coz am offered a post of graduate enginer @ lagan Constructions. I am supposed to do some civil engg stuff there. This was the first time they recruited from India and look at their fortune they picked me up. It wll definitely change the turnovers of the comany. The company will have steep slope in their growth curve but witha negative slope.&lt;br /&gt;This status is hard earned for I have put in so much of labour and painstaiking moments to reach this day. Infinite nightouts, visits to library, sitting on a comp googling and watching some educative documentaries, gave presentations and submitted few reports. I even did a simulation for my final yr thesis ,isnt word 'thesis' sound gr8 but its phoney.&lt;br /&gt;Past 4 yrs have been the best time with friends and shud I also say profs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priyank&lt;br /&gt;(authorised signature)  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-114637406504327991?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/114637406504327991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=114637406504327991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/114637406504327991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/114637406504327991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2006/04/qualification-graduate.html' title='Qualification: Graduate'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-114598065425689094</id><published>2006-04-25T21:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-12T03:22:43.810+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Race Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4711/2284/1600/Picture%20094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4711/2284/320/Picture%20094.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was Sunday, F1 Grand Prix at Imola, Ferrari took the chequred flag, We were gulping Beer and It was enough for us to get high...&lt;br /&gt;We all planned to watch Schumi winnng the race on a Big Screen @ Poptates in Happy Hours boozing and cheering. But things started badly, restraunt was full packed with chinkis serving, and you must see the face of Sari at that time:P. The race started and we were lousing around outside trying to figure out the positions of drivers.&lt;br /&gt;Finally we got the seat after a long hour wait, with beauty &amp;amp; beast around us. But all ended with Kale talking toformer and I confronting with the latter. It took 8ls of tower to satiate our long thirst for Draught Beer.&lt;br /&gt;The race ended with a thrilling and pulsating turns on the side of both Renault and The Champions. I haven't seen, although I have beeing seeing schumi only from last season, Schumi so patient, calm and determined.&lt;br /&gt;It was my only second booze party with Thodge, first one was at his home which none of us can forget with Sarvee planning to open an organisation to protect some illicit workers. I am happy that again we both got high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-114598065425689094?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/114598065425689094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=114598065425689094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/114598065425689094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/114598065425689094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2006/04/race-trip.html' title='A Race Trip!'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-114597662458756893</id><published>2006-04-25T20:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-12T03:22:43.712+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why Techfest???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;two words will always haunt me. You know why? Becoz after dedicating my three years to techfest(tf) I am still searching for the answer and there are others, around 100 odd ppl, too. So, 'am not alone. This question is always asked to the future managers during handing-over and it is expected that they ask it by themselve as often as it could be to carry forward the culture and tradition with which we brought up our darling baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We 're left with this question to think why we opted for tf when there were many other opportunities to grab. Watt attracted us towards it? Why we dedicate our 9 months to it, keeping aside studies(generally its not acceptable), friends, wing-mates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Watt is tf? As we say, it is Asia's largest technical festival having 15k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(really)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; in 3 days participants from all over the world. It is India's first college festival to go International with participants from USA, Singapore, Sri Lanka, Iraq, Israel, Nepal, Pakistan(!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its a 9 yr old baby which takes 9 months every year to take its birth. And around 20+ ppl take the pain to breed and nurture it. There is a workforce of over 500 volunteers and lot of help from profs for the conceptulisation of problem statements, then there are designers who do lot of designing. We provide them a platorm to show the gamut of their skills (atleast they 're Innovative). Yeah we need money to give it a shape and we are scaling to new heights by each passing year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was the most amazing thing that happened in my life. I was in the core team of tf2k5 which also conducted the 'First Techfest Reunion'. We got the opportunity to meet the 'Baaps' of past 7 tfs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I made few very good friends and would remember them always. I'll miss them once I passout. We have coterie of 22 ppl, who can be generally seen near any eateries and quite often at airport canteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why Techfest??? I am thinking about it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It only takes a DREAM to create the FUTURE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-114597662458756893?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/114597662458756893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=114597662458756893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/114597662458756893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/114597662458756893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-techfest.html' title='Why Techfest???'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-114112852032216970</id><published>2006-02-28T17:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-12T03:22:43.465+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BTP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's an anagram of "Bachelor Time Pass" (courtesy anonymous). It's the worst thing to do in the name of academic and gaining practical knowledge. It's simply compilation of few journals, books and some contorted &amp;amp; manipulated results of modeling. There is no expectation in this region, prof expect nuthing from students and latter reciprocate effectively too. If some1 has some enthu to do it then there are no resources to fulfill ur ambitions. Everything gets butchered on the way to presitgious BTP.&lt;br /&gt;It's shear waste of time, energy, resources(if any). You need to put up lot of effort in accumulating his enthu which with the time is rambling in the valley of final sem and movies&lt;br /&gt;(lukkha).&lt;br /&gt;Today I met my guide, who says we are more of friend than teacher-student relationship, who as usual was in sour mood(actually woh jab bhi apni biwi se gaali kha kar aata hai tab uska mood kharaab hota hai kyunki kabhi kabaar daaru trts ke baare mein bhi baat karta hai). Pata nahin meine kya gunaah kiya hai ki mujhse to humesha hi chilla kar baat karta hai so I ask my partner to talk to him first and he always smiles at her and this helps in chaging his mood.&lt;br /&gt;Aaj kuch to poocha and we were standing with a down face listening to his cribs and all other bullshits, but my formula worked again B-).&lt;br /&gt;He asked to meet in the evening and now I'm with 3 books to bang his head and show how much I'm dedicated to work.&lt;br /&gt;So in all it's total farzigiri but it surely tests ur talent to fool ur professors [:D]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-114112852032216970?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/114112852032216970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=114112852032216970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/114112852032216970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/114112852032216970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2006/02/btp.html' title='BTP'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-113995074607416105</id><published>2006-02-15T02:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-12T03:22:43.271+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To start with...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://delivery.gettyimages.com/xc/asi03412.jpg?v=1&amp;c=CFW&amp;amp;k=2&amp;d=DB8E8F3A87F6D07E8F9F1E87FFA74625"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://delivery.gettyimages.com/xc/asi03412.jpg?v=1&amp;c=CFW&amp;amp;k=2&amp;d=DB8E8F3A87F6D07E8F9F1E87FFA74625" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't believe that 'am writing a blog. I kept myself away from this activity for various reasons. But boredome makes you do the things that you dont wish to. I am a sr. undergradutae, got a job, no enthu to study, waiting for the graduation day, which I wont be able to attend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I created my account accidently as I wanted to view a blog which needed registration and... here I am. My normal day is very normal rather less normal than a  normal man's  normal day.  Laziness has  imbibed into my blood, take a long sleep every night, morning and yes never ever leave that 3hr power nap. Here comes the evening, run few rounds, play some sports; if not all these then fag a lot. Its dark now, take a walk around the mess and come back, as there is nothing that one can eat. Asking Chandy for a patty is a routine, he watches me and keeps one patty in the oven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Coming back to the room I see that everyone is off for booze. Watt the hell, they left me alone(usually its otherway around).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I dont remember watt happens after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-113995074607416105?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/113995074607416105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=113995074607416105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/113995074607416105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/113995074607416105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-start-with.html' title='To start with...'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22461631.post-113994799638838996</id><published>2006-02-15T01:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-12T03:22:43.093+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Joined the army of words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Keep watching out for this space. Lot of funny, puzzling and other adjectives expressing feelings are yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you visit again :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22461631-113994799638838996?l=psinghania.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/feeds/113994799638838996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22461631&amp;postID=113994799638838996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/113994799638838996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22461631/posts/default/113994799638838996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psinghania.blogspot.com/2006/02/joined-army-of-words.html' title='Joined the army of words'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224688554331158935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
