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It is that day when I rub my eyes and wake up to the sweet sound of my alarm which takes me by surprise ,because it had never been SET to do so, in the last one year. Anyway, the drama continues as I rush to the loo, take my shower and get dressed in 5 minutes flat,only to realise that I haven't brushed me teeth. All this rush is just because I don't wanna get my ass kicked out, well before the IIMs do so. No idea about the venue whatsoever, I rush to the autostand to find out 5 auto-drivers debating over the Indian team performance and who should be the next Indian skipper.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed,cricket is a religion.I somehow manage to convince one of the drivers to rush me to the exam venue and I managed to get there in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drama gets a bit more interesting once we reach the venue. The intensity in the carbon-framed eyes, the girls biting nails and the sheer effort just to check out the seating arrangement on the blackboard. Aah! it gives me a gush of nostalgia how it used to be in school(Engg. was a different story altogether).I think to myself, approximately 1000 people are appearing from this venue out of which apparently,only 0.01% might get through which itself is quite an optimistic estimation.The gates open and we all enter making perfectly streamlined queues to avoid pushing and pulling, and well clashes of groins.Sorry. The utter confusion in the eyes searching for the right building, the right floor, the right classroom and then,it boils down to the right desk. You just got to be there to experience the FUN. Given the intelligent guy that I am, got my seat at the first try. Seated at the 3rd desk from both front and back in the 3rd row from the desk. A combination of 3-3-3.9 hasn't been quite a lucky number for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twist in the tale starts when a girl sits down in the 4th row, at 180 degrees to me,ie at the 3rd desk.Add to that, a burgunty dyed gal enters the classroom, and of all places, she is destined to sit right infront of me,on the 2nd desk of the 3rd row. I have a very sensitive nose, and well, I can smell her Garnier Fructis. I think to myself,GOSH! my CAT is screwed. I lean to get her name from her ADMIT CARD and I managed to do so.Yippeee! Just when I tried to ger number, my guilty conscience rebuked me to get back to my exam frame of mind and remember the reminder theory. Phtphtpht!!!!!! (Fill that up with the worst abuse you can think of!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drama isn't done yet. The invigilators are distributing the answersheets, and over the speakers installed in the classroom, the supervisor announces ,"Invigilators, ARE YOU OVER WITH THE DISTRIBUTION?". I laughed out my intestines. That silly lady doesn't know ,it's only one way! The laughter stopped and I realised in embarassment that the entire classroom was staring at me ,including my Garnier Fructis lady! Whoopsie Daysies! All this embarassment dissolves in a mobile ringing just behind me.Thank Sweet mother of Lord. The invigilator instructs strictly,"Switch OFF your mobile phones and keep it at the Front Desk". Someone doesn't trust the front desk. And well he keeps it on the top of the class cupboard. Hmm. The guy whose mobile was ringing, asks, "Ma'am,what about my wallet?" I can't take the drama anymore further. It's time for me to concentrate. The bell has rung, and its time to open the Question Paper. Aah. I've got set 3-3-3. 9 isn't my lucky number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I screwed it all up. English:46,DI:26,QA:12&lt;br /&gt;Breaking News: Sujoy is officially out of the CAT race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-7758645659812620932?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/7758645659812620932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=7758645659812620932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/7758645659812620932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/7758645659812620932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-is-so-funny-about-cat.html' title='What is so funny about CAT?'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-1497254283135534483</id><published>2007-11-19T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T02:57:22.134-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GMAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>Screw CAT 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 72pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;CAT 2007&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So, am sitting on the other side of Nov 18th and like every year after D-Day, I am not happy. I am over and done with it. The annual fest we call CAT is through for me and I have planned to call it quits. With a whole baggage of pretty ugly realizations. The thing is if I plan for CAT again next year, ie 2008, if at all I get through, I'd be able to get admissions in 2009, and well pass out in 2011. Just don't want to pass out in the next decade. That sounds awful. So awful! Anyway, it is my fault that I didn't take it that seriously.So what's next? GMAT! GMAT! GMAT! The GMAT blog is on and shall be a regular post on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck my fellas! I beg of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-1497254283135534483?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/1497254283135534483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=1497254283135534483&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/1497254283135534483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/1497254283135534483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2007/11/screw-cat-2007.html' title='Screw CAT 2007'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-3916593109351715825</id><published>2007-11-16T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:24:12.833-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GMAT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intro'/><title type='text'>GMAT Blog:Post 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1231/888179615_9050e37926.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With only 24 hours left to Nov 18th 2007,10 am,IST, ie D-Day,Holocaust, or as we know the annual festival of CAT, which I'm appearing for the umpteenth time, all my hopes seem to go down the municipality drain. For one, I'm not studying any formulas now, and am busy blogging. This is simply put,ridiculous. I can really imagine,how 150,000-200,000 Indian brains(speculative figure) right now are pondering over their small compendium that they might have constructed by now with some quick reference notes which might consist of divisibility rules, important square roots, reciprocals, numbers and well, frequented words from Barron's. But hardly do they know that only only a mere 10% of them are going to get their buttocks on the seats they want to.The rest 90%, are either coming back next year, as every year that I do, or probably if they are a Software Engineer,ask their managers to send them onsite(ie abroad,which in most cases is US,UK), or well perhaps settle down for other options like joining some other B-School rated lower in the (B-School)list. For me, well, after almost lots and lots of introspection and turbulent brainstorming and soul-searching, I have finally decided to give GMAT a shot(which I had previously planned to appear in October).&lt;br /&gt;To quote &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freddie Mercury&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;.....&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This time I think it's for real,&lt;br /&gt;....I want to Break Free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And well this series of post which will bugging the blogosphere from this mad author, will be the chronicles of his GMAT preps, his techniques, his test results, and well, success/failure rates, etc.etc.etc. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WISH ME LUCK. Fingers Crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt; I have decided to write GMAT in January last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic Courtesy:&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/juicy_juice/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;juicedus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-3916593109351715825?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/3916593109351715825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=3916593109351715825&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/3916593109351715825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/3916593109351715825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2007/11/gmat-blogpost-1.html' title='GMAT Blog:Post 1'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-2246091656845394572</id><published>2007-11-15T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T01:46:30.945-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whatever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Legends'/><title type='text'>Cien sonetos de amor</title><content type='html'>If there is anyone who has been able to put Love on paper completely, that'd be Pablo Neruda.&lt;br /&gt;I can fight for it. Read this and become a believer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/135/359112441_900543f440.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ay, amar es un viaje con agua y con estrellas,&lt;br /&gt;con aire ahogado y bruscas tempestades de harina:&lt;br /&gt;amar es un combate de relámpagos&lt;br /&gt;y dos cuerpos por una sola miel derrotados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In English, it translates to---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Love is a voyage with water and a star,&lt;br /&gt;In drowning air and squalls of precipitate bran.&lt;br /&gt;Love is a war of lights in the lighting flashes,&lt;br /&gt;Two bodies blasted in a single burst of honey..&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/19019085-2246091656845394572?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/2246091656845394572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=2246091656845394572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/2246091656845394572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/2246091656845394572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2007/11/cien-sonetos-de-amor.html' title='Cien sonetos de amor'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-5527070237381924608</id><published>2007-11-13T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T09:20:17.062-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shots'/><title type='text'>Protest for Nandigram</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2368/2003078603_9ec43fe484.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We are Indians. We take pride in our democracy. And my head bows down with shame when it comes to talk of the events that have swept the nation last weekend. While the entire nation was busy celebrating Diwali ,innocent people at Nandigram,West Bengal were met with what can only be termed barbaric. And yes, this is still, what we'd all forget soon, coz it was yesterday's headlines. Is it really that easy for us to forget? What if it was to happen with our own dear ones,our own families? For those who aren't aware of the entire Nandigram chapter, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nandigram_dispute"&gt;go to this link here&lt;/a&gt;. Do human lives come that cheap, or has the industrialist veil blindfolded the human eye and filled it with the insatiable thirst for wealth at the cost of anything,even the life of his own brother? Let us all protest against this brutality and join forces and make our leaders notice that it is we who build this Nation. As a sign of this protest, let us all put up a black image as the one above, on our blogs,websites, social media profiles etc. Let us make them know, that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cholche ..Cholbei...ekhon aar..Cholbe Naa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;( Has been going so, Will go in the same way.....It won't go so anymore!!!!").&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-5527070237381924608?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/5527070237381924608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=5527070237381924608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/5527070237381924608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/5527070237381924608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2007/11/protest-for-nandigram.html' title='Protest for Nandigram'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-5870153659987784548</id><published>2007-11-07T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T00:03:00.148-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whatever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>Lost in Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1240/1445014405_216eb2cc92.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the envelope in my hand and it makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;Is it for me or was it meant for me to post?&lt;br /&gt;I stand at the stairs , and I now hear a thunder&lt;br /&gt;Was I climbing up or going down, all my memories lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I open my bag searching for something&lt;br /&gt;Something...Which I don't even know&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I lie down on my bed&lt;br /&gt;Knowing not if I'm resting or getting ready to Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the traffic signs,I can hear the police whistles&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, my senses are fine&lt;br /&gt;I can push a car, I am strong enough&lt;br /&gt;But oh Lord! I miss my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to me just moments ago&lt;br /&gt;Seems vaporising in the thin air&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea where I came from&lt;br /&gt;And into the shining sun I stare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-5870153659987784548?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/5870153659987784548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=5870153659987784548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/5870153659987784548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/5870153659987784548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2007/11/lost-in-thought.html' title='Lost in Thought'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-7363198947839487041</id><published>2007-11-06T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T02:40:02.412-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whatever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>GPL! you know</title><content type='html'>My colleague getting GPL for his Birthday. Won't mention names coz its extremely confidential and calssified information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span align ="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DOcZhqwHKho"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DOcZhqwHKho" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-7363198947839487041?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/7363198947839487041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=7363198947839487041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/7363198947839487041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/7363198947839487041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2007/11/gpl-you-know.html' title='GPL! you know'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-526054992274173609</id><published>2007-11-04T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T21:17:49.445-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whatever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Baby attitudes..not Babe,mind you!</title><content type='html'>Just watch it alright. 0% photoshop,100% fun.Life is more amusing than Photoshop sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You wanna piece o' me? Huh! The next Tyler Durden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1243/1285612321_6a7bf2cc86.jpg?v=0%22" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Funny..huh!! You find this funny.You Punk..you scum bag...Clever guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1355/656208532_856fb45c82.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And this tops the chart..I tell you he is the next Marlon Brando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1007/1053639049_917d43fbb2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics Courtesy: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sammyjammy/" title="Link to Laney G's photos"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laney G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-526054992274173609?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/526054992274173609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=526054992274173609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/526054992274173609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/526054992274173609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2007/11/baby-attitudesnot-babemind-you.html' title='Baby attitudes..not Babe,mind you!'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1007/1053639049_917d43fbb2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-8713913237472518410</id><published>2007-10-30T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T04:50:07.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O.C.'/><title type='text'>The Wheels Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1260/1336660184_fcc969a9d6.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worlds movin, but on really slow feet&lt;br /&gt;tryin to keep time, but its missin a beat&lt;br /&gt;an ol' movie set in black n white&lt;br /&gt;I wanna paint it in speed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont let even the wind set the pace&lt;br /&gt;overtake your fears and set the chase&lt;br /&gt;gotta make every moment a raceday out here&lt;br /&gt;i leather my skin, i get ready to race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;and theres that sign ahead that says go slow&lt;br /&gt;never cared to know what it means&lt;br /&gt;have seen them lights all red n yellow&lt;br /&gt;but the only colour i dig is greeeen&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sand in my face, I smoke up my ride&lt;br /&gt;kicking up dust, I got leather in my stride&lt;br /&gt;wheels on fire, you better watch your side&lt;br /&gt;am leavin out a trail, for I'm not the one to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No black dog to quench my thirst&lt;br /&gt;i live by the fuel, i swear by the thrust&lt;br /&gt;so dont you think of trailin me honey&lt;br /&gt;coz you know you'd wind up eatin dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont step up the gas to get high on the tide&lt;br /&gt;jus loads of adrenaline to fuel my ride&lt;br /&gt;and its easy to say if I ve been this way or other&lt;br /&gt;coz everywhere I go, I burn my name with rubber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;and theres that sign ahead that says go slow&lt;br /&gt;never cared to know what it means&lt;br /&gt;have seen them lights all red n yellow&lt;br /&gt;but the only colour i dig is greeeen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;sand in my face, I smoke up my ride&lt;br /&gt;kicking up dust, I got leather in my stride&lt;br /&gt;wheels on fire, you better watch your side&lt;br /&gt;am leavin out a trail, for I'm not the one to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(then sudden change to slow stuff ... :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it in the wrong lane&lt;br /&gt;I live it in the fast lane&lt;br /&gt;and you tell me to be nice n proper&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes I need to be insaaaaane.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abhishek Jha&lt;/span&gt;(a.k.a. Jhinga, the no-drugs rockstar) ..pure ownage.\m/&lt;br /&gt;Music in the making..thanks to Audacity for being Open Source.&lt;br /&gt;Groupies are always welcome.We take utmost care of the Groupies.&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/19019085-8713913237472518410?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/8713913237472518410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=8713913237472518410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/8713913237472518410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/8713913237472518410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2007/10/wheels-ride.html' title='The Wheels Ride'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-8477224272058753066</id><published>2007-10-29T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T13:09:53.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whatever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><title type='text'>The Rock Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2241/1693190142_e18fb82fbc.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I slide my fingers on the strings, and play the chord E&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to play a song, but there is a problem you see&lt;br /&gt;I only know a few chords, one of them being E&lt;br /&gt;A is the other chord I know, but I use it when I am happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have my dear friend  on the guitars to play&lt;br /&gt;Coz, I'll be on the vocals instead, and let him do the leads&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how this song is going to be when we finally play&lt;br /&gt;Will it be thrashed by the audience, or will it be here to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhaaaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahaahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the drum roll in...&lt;br /&gt;Let the bass slap in...&lt;br /&gt;Let the lead kick in...&lt;br /&gt;Let my vocals fly ....highhhhhh.....highhhhhh...highhhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the crowd jump in&lt;br /&gt;Let the rhythm movin&lt;br /&gt;Let the music flowin&lt;br /&gt;Let the throats get dry dry dryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the rock song, I always wanted to write...&lt;br /&gt;About a war may be, about a bitch or just a mere fight,&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't matter if I am still confused of my lyrical height&lt;br /&gt;All that matters is the music we play should be tight&lt;br /&gt;tight tight tight tight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking tight....fucking tight...fucking tight,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhaaaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahaahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the drum roll in...&lt;br /&gt;Let the bass slap in...&lt;br /&gt;Let the lead kick in...&lt;br /&gt;Let my vocals fly ....highhhhhh.....highhhhhh...highhhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the crowd jump in&lt;br /&gt;Let the rhythm movin&lt;br /&gt;Let the music flowin&lt;br /&gt;Let the throats get dry dry dryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-8477224272058753066?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/8477224272058753066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=8477224272058753066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/8477224272058753066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/8477224272058753066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2007/10/rock-song.html' title='The Rock Song'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-7791030255565264292</id><published>2007-10-29T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T11:53:20.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whatever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>10 Q's 10 A's</title><content type='html'>I came across this site &lt;a href="http://bloggers-journey.com/bloggers-life/10-question-to-ask-your-self-everyday/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;,which posted 10 questions to ask oneself everyday. Needless to say, these questions are mostly for those&lt;br /&gt;who are as mad a blogger like me. I am just trying to find the answers and jot them down. Let's see how I fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Morning Power Questions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;   1. What am I happy about in my blogging life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hmm.Tough one to start with.I have been blogging for almost two years now. I have been utterly lazy at times and there have been times when I have been not blogging for almost 5 months at a stretch. So the most happy thing in my blogging life right now is that I am back,and am posting almost regularly. I am writing much more, may be better than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What am I excited about in my blogging life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Getting comments,good and bad.Getting visitors. To get to see the readers on MyBlogLog and BlogCatalog etc. To see people stumbling on my posts. That's a high. Well, also seeing my adsense balance going higher.LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What am I proud about in my blogging life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-That apart from Techkeyla(which is a tech site, and I derive information,not steal, from many sources)I write original stuff. There are many bloggers out there who recycle stuff just for the sake of ..I really don't know why. But I write my own stuff.Makes me proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What am I grateful about in my blogging life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am grateful that no one thought of the domain names that I have.LOL. I am grateful to flickr,yahoo,apple,microsoft,...but above all I am grateful to Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What am I enjoying most in my blogging life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I enjoy when people at my workplace come up to me asking how the movie was coz they know I blog about movies, and they come up to me asking for the latest news from Ubuntu and Leopard and iPhone.That's a high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What am I committed to in my blogging life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To myself. I need to write for myself first and I do it everyday. And I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Evening Power Questions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1. What have I given today? In what ways have I been a giver through my blog today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I have given a lot of weird stuff, a lot of problems for people to try to read and understand a complex 50 ounces which is my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  2. What did I learn from blogging today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A lot. See I read wikipedia everyday.So you do the math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  3. How has today added to the quality of my blogging life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Everyday is a new classroom session. Ok, the philosophy has started to suck on . So I'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;What did I do today. I proof read a 190 paged report of my client. I made 3 documentations and I edited 13 slides. I monitored 5 application websites for 15 minutes each, 5 times after lunch. And I listened to Norah Jones and Aerosmith all day long. Definitely added to the quality of my blogging life. What u say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  4. How can I use today as an investment in my future blogging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WTF is this question? C'mon shut up , go home and sleep. I can already see my readers opening up their condom packs, filling water in them and throwing them at me to shut me up from answering to this philosophical crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I won't take such surveys anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-7791030255565264292?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/7791030255565264292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=7791030255565264292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/7791030255565264292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/7791030255565264292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2007/10/10-qs-10-as.html' title='10 Q&apos;s 10 A&apos;s'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-7865164822786590051</id><published>2007-10-27T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T04:00:22.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whatever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>dUMBTube</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1336/560568010_72980621dd.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camera flashes and the red carpets&lt;br /&gt;The tube shows the psychopaths and the wannabe starlets&lt;br /&gt;The dark subways and the crime busted sage&lt;br /&gt;hidden cameras and spy cam footage&lt;br /&gt;Grabbing everyone's eyeballs is that what's it about&lt;br /&gt;Hold on,this was supposed to be News , not everyone's place to SHOUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm down Mayawati, or you'll choke to death&lt;br /&gt;The jungle is filled with equal beasts, and as I said&lt;br /&gt;calm down, you'll all get your chance to feed&lt;br /&gt;Upon your favorite feast , the vocal lead&lt;br /&gt;Look,learn from Mr.Vajpayee&lt;br /&gt;not from the other guys who shout so high&lt;br /&gt;How he makes his point so clear&lt;br /&gt;But his speech has a lag of 5 mins, I fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was talking about News&lt;br /&gt;But it only seems to get dumbed down by dumbass views&lt;br /&gt;Look at Rajat Sharma's 'mole' India TV&lt;br /&gt;Looks like Sex-Ed classroom  for u to see&lt;br /&gt;Breaking News :Rakhi Sawant back in Big Brother&lt;br /&gt;Can we dumb down even further&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to be continued...( you want it to,don't you?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIC Courtesy: &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/abhiroop/" title="Link to Abhiroop's photos"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abhiroop&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-7865164822786590051?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/7865164822786590051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=7865164822786590051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Buffalo Theory</title><content type='html'>(In an episode of 'Cheers',Cliff is seated at the bar describing the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUFFALO THEORY&lt;/span&gt; to his buddy,Norm. I don't think I have ever heard the concept better explained than this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/1/3858673_d5f59af3f0.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;............Well, you see Norm,its like this. A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo.And when the herd is hunted,it is the lowest and the weakest ones at the back that are killed first.This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole,because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In much the same way,the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Now,as we know,excessive intake of alcohol kills brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way,regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells first,making the brain a faster and more efficient machine.And that,Norm, is why you always feel smarter after a few beers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-6321249216008373155?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/6321249216008373155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=6321249216008373155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/6321249216008373155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/6321249216008373155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2007/10/buffalo-theory.html' title='Buffalo Theory'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-3314327056333249553</id><published>2007-10-18T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T13:05:17.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whatever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Maggi Spice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/172/467658977_7e707c9b29.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We all know what has been our staple food for all this years. At the wee hours when we used to prepare for our Semester exams, when the mess was closed,what was that used to simmer on our room-heaters, and still continues to be an integral part of our breakfast, our skipped lunches, and our retreat when the Bai ditches us. It's the yellow packeted ,Red logoed, Slurpy set of two noodles that have bound me for all these years. Simple to make, yummy to swallow, hot on the tongue, I really don't care the nutrition value. The best flavor; Regular Masala. Add some red chill powder, or throw in your own recipe with some fried onions and may be mashed omelette, bam! we have a killer dish. Serve hot with some tomato sauce. Shaanti for the soul. That's what we call it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-3314327056333249553?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/3314327056333249553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=3314327056333249553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/3314327056333249553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/3314327056333249553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2007/10/maggi-spice.html' title='Maggi Spice'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-8479602485495926718</id><published>2007-10-18T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T11:19:22.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whatever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>Free Speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    I found this article on a webpage linked &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/kdelran/niemoller.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; It left me thinking the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;I really got lost in thought with a feeling so numb. I should just stop saying anything further and let you know what I am going to.Well as the title suggests, I am talking about Free Speech. Why is it so important?Why speak up about things which do not directly hit you? Why speak up at all?Perhaps Pastor Martin Neimoller's view in one version of his quote will answer that question.&lt;br /&gt;He supported the Nazis until he realized, too late, what they were really about and was sent to Dachau concentration camp.He was one of the fortunate to be freed and live until 1984.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2227/1619027473_9acb3f27ef.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;this version thanks to information researched at &lt;a href="http://www.liv-coll.ac.uk/pa09/europetrip/brussels/neimoller.htm"&gt;Liverpool Community College&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by &lt;a href="http://www.history.ucsb.edu/faculty/marcuse/niem.htm"&gt;University of California Santa Barbara Professor Harold Marcuse&lt;/a&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/19019085-8479602485495926718?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/8479602485495926718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=8479602485495926718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/8479602485495926718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/8479602485495926718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2007/10/free-speech.html' title='Free Speech'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-2046885562026587131</id><published>2007-10-14T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T01:19:22.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Somewhere in the middle of the night</title><content type='html'>Somewhere in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;I wake up to an extreme fright&lt;br /&gt;From the call of the black cat on the road&lt;br /&gt;Or is it someone calling from the heavenly abode&lt;br /&gt;My roomies are fast asleep&lt;br /&gt;I can hear him snoring , his sleep is bloody deep&lt;br /&gt;...there's no sign of sleep in me&lt;br /&gt;Aah.....how about watching some TV&lt;br /&gt;I switch on the tube..and crap.. there is some&lt;br /&gt;Weird Weird Ad of the Devgans for Tata Indicom&lt;br /&gt;...F$#%K...*******&lt;br /&gt;All my rhymes are gone bust.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j70nPtCWQUo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j70nPtCWQUo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the need of the Devgans trying to act like the perfect homemakers trying to sell washing machines, to micorwaves and now cheap-local rate mobile phone carriers, wait a sec...is that the former queen of Bollywood trying to sell....ahem ahem..a USB Based Internet Connection device? Yes, tht's her for sure. Well you may say, if Soumitro Chatterjee can sell Livoguard..why not Kajol ? Yeah, u win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-2046885562026587131?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/2046885562026587131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=2046885562026587131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/2046885562026587131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/2046885562026587131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2007/10/somewhere-in-middle-of-night.html' title='Somewhere in the middle of the night'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-3238438077769314921</id><published>2007-10-12T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T09:13:49.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whatever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O.C.'/><title type='text'>Broken Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1385/1249607607_3aea1ca305.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be your love, but you put me to shame&lt;br /&gt;I am now drowned in tears, I hv no one to blame&lt;br /&gt;I hug my kness and cry, coz I don't hv u with me&lt;br /&gt;Love, it was all an illusion which I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas the month of September, I remember the day&lt;br /&gt;I was working at my desk, just another Friday&lt;br /&gt;I hear a call ringing, the time was 3:40&lt;br /&gt;U said" I love you, Do u Love me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you said about the night before&lt;br /&gt;How you couldnt sleep, and loved me to the core&lt;br /&gt;You said your love was insane and crazy&lt;br /&gt;Love, it was all an illusion which I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time went by and its been a year&lt;br /&gt;But to me the love is still so dear&lt;br /&gt;But for you its just an anniversary day&lt;br /&gt;The love is gone and the feeling's faded away&lt;br /&gt;You took me for granted, how many times&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my love, I gave you all that was mine&lt;br /&gt;But when I wanted my love from you&lt;br /&gt;You'd only say"My Love is true"&lt;br /&gt;Love aint about the "Love"score&lt;br /&gt;I see in your eyes you dont love me no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is how it was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;For all my love, and insanity&lt;br /&gt;To end up in my tears as I hug my knee&lt;br /&gt;Love, it was all an illusion which I couldn't see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-3238438077769314921?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/3238438077769314921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=3238438077769314921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/3238438077769314921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2273/1512502650_cd234de6c3.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't an option&lt;br /&gt;Nor was it a selection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s something that has happened&lt;br /&gt;Against my will...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother to question&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be back in action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When?"...still clue-less&lt;br /&gt;But, I promise I will...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-5098937785798409492?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/5098937785798409492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=5098937785798409492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>UnAttained</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2339/1512456700_d24e7c79eb.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not that all you see is gold&lt;br /&gt;Not that in all crisis you're bold&lt;br /&gt;Not that all your tears are on hold&lt;br /&gt;Not that some hearts won't be stone cold&lt;br /&gt;Not that the truth is always told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you wish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-1697143809944354029?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/1697143809944354029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=1697143809944354029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/1697143809944354029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/1697143809944354029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2007/10/unattained.html' title='UnAttained'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-8949686252151493735</id><published>2007-10-05T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T00:59:42.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whatever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O.C.'/><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/106/270985002_f937c285d3.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its 9 am on a Friday Morn&lt;br /&gt;So Why can I hear the Monday Blues Horn&lt;br /&gt;Why ain't my mind filled with ecstacy&lt;br /&gt;Of the weekend ahead ,the 2 days for me&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, its still Friday and I can't get over it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of coffee,the warmth of printed paper&lt;br /&gt;The noise of my manager sitting on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;The voice of the keyboard strokes, the clumsy office space&lt;br /&gt;The fan of my motherboard,bing of the failed connection database&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Browser tends to shift more to all the download sites&lt;br /&gt;But its almost time to shift to port B&lt;br /&gt;Life is as boring as this Friday highlites&lt;br /&gt;Damn the phone's ringing again, this poetry stops here for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..brb!!&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/19019085-8949686252151493735?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/8949686252151493735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=8949686252151493735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/8949686252151493735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/8949686252151493735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2007/10/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-3731687076755193754</id><published>2007-10-02T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T21:28:09.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whatever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O.C.'/><title type='text'>PSYCHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/44/128972744_0b96cf91ae.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Madness has always been a part of me&lt;br /&gt;or is it me in my entirety&lt;br /&gt;As green as grass ,as blue as the sea&lt;br /&gt;To unlock my power,madness is my key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard to be sane throughout&lt;br /&gt;But insanity kept coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;I hit the wall,I hit rock..and then I knew&lt;br /&gt;To unlock my power,madness is my key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been sane,Never been keen&lt;br /&gt;Never been normal in any scene&lt;br /&gt;I was in love,once or twice&lt;br /&gt;Hurt myself wherever seen&lt;br /&gt;Was that the time,when I lost myself&lt;br /&gt;Was that when I forgot to tell&lt;br /&gt;That I was sane sometime before&lt;br /&gt;And before she could walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;I did what I had to do&lt;br /&gt;I threw the knife on her shoe&lt;br /&gt;I missed my aim,her knee was red&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me,and all she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PSYCHO&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/19019085-3731687076755193754?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/3731687076755193754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=3731687076755193754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/3731687076755193754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/3731687076755193754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2007/10/psycho.html' title='PSYCHO'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-5567239394993354154</id><published>2007-09-09T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T05:17:24.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whatever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Life is a Big Friggin Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Life is a big race, where I fall behind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1327/1354177592_c3438fd7e9.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catching the wrong trains, runnin in the wrong lanes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have my eyes on the lights,my heads straight up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1046/1353291365_6b94f802c6.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the shoe laces are untied,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I run, and I run, I dont look back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz there is no one looking for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just no one....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its raining now and the road is slippery, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the alleys are dark, and the glass panes have got hazy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I dont care to give them a glance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz I have my eyes on the lights..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Light that gleams at night, and says.................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top Models Here...Adults Only..Haha.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1024/1354177658_b52043fdac.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&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/19019085-5567239394993354154?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/5567239394993354154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=5567239394993354154&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/5567239394993354154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/5567239394993354154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-is-big-friggin-race.html' title='Life is a Big Friggin Race'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-6518124150233614514</id><published>2007-04-17T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T05:17:35.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Guess who?</title><content type='html'>Take a wild wild guess who is this lady. C'mon, don't be shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/226/513391031_cc622e8cfd_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the answer is......&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Laila Ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;You think I 'm kidding. Check this &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/dancingwiththestars/index?pn=bio"&gt;link here&lt;/a&gt; for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Miss Ali , daughter of the legendary Muhammad Ali is infact trying her hand , or rather legs at the Rumba, the Salsa, the Samba, the Tango, and what not. Now , who wouldn't want to see the dancing side of Laila, well, outside the ring that is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-6518124150233614514?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/6518124150233614514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=6518124150233614514&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/6518124150233614514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/6518124150233614514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2007/04/guess-who.html' title='Guess who?'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-512948017312960396</id><published>2007-03-29T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T05:17:48.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Bye Bye Curly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/RgucICfg95I/AAAAAAAAATY/R1sp5iTRgt0/s1600-h/chris+sligh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047299469320714130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/RgucICfg95I/AAAAAAAAATY/R1sp5iTRgt0/s400/chris+sligh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its an end for the&lt;strong&gt;"Fro Patro"&lt;/strong&gt; . Just a week after we saw the banners of "&lt;strong&gt; Bringing Chubby Back"&lt;/strong&gt; , we now bid farewell to &lt;strong&gt;Chris Sligh&lt;/strong&gt;, one of my favourites this season. The journey ends here for him and Daughtry's "Home" plays for the 28 year old curley haired, whose humour and great personality has been one of the highlights of AI this season, not to forget his experimental song choices and renditions and brilliant vocals. It is sad though, that a bad week can send a contestant home, when a string of lousy performances and Diana Ross' Hairdos can make other people stay in the competition. Unlike Simon, my opinion is " It is NOT a singing competition". Of course, if Sundance could get eleminated, why not Sligh?&lt;br /&gt;Sanjaya, are you listening? Well, at the beginning of the season, and well earlier in my blog too, predicitions were that Sligh would be one of the finalists.With Sligh out of the race, its a fight between, Kiki( Lakisha), Melinda(DooLittle) and Jordin , may be with a little push from the side of Blake, the only potential Guy Singer this season. AI never seemed so dull.&lt;br /&gt;But then, even if Seacrest says,"the journey ends for you here", Half Past Forever plays on, and with the band having got the much required Publicity, thanks to Idol, I really hope , Chris Sligh becomes the Daughtry of this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the comprehensive list of all Chris Sligh performances, &lt;a href="http://pvox.blogspot.com/2007/03/chris-sligh-performances.html"&gt;go HERE&lt;/a&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/19019085-512948017312960396?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/512948017312960396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=512948017312960396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/512948017312960396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/512948017312960396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2007/03/bye-bye-curly.html' title='Bye Bye Curly'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/RgucICfg95I/AAAAAAAAATY/R1sp5iTRgt0/s72-c/chris+sligh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-5922938894628579658</id><published>2007-02-23T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T05:18:01.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live'/><title type='text'>Campus Rock Idols '07</title><content type='html'>Its been long overdue, I know, only if I hadn't been busy with all the shit(m@#$F...u fill the rest).Anyways, CRI this year was ok ok types, a bit Thakela at times, a few good bands , some really pathetic ones, and well my reviews are attached along with PICS, so here we go, Campus Rock Idols 07 National Finals....(please don't take them personally, and do not flood my blog with all your hate messages..this is just a personal opinion and keep yours to yourself..or blog about it in your personal space..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first band to perform....and well sing to a "Clean Mike"( perhaps, if SOS hadn't made it dirty the previous day) was Kolkata's Crystal and the Witchess....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/Rd7j07DnmTI/AAAAAAAAAK8/H_oanSKC4ro/s1600-h/11-02-07_1810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/Rd7j07DnmTI/AAAAAAAAAK8/H_oanSKC4ro/s400/11-02-07_1810.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034711931792365874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;good originals..good medley cover and of course Megadeth's tight cover..but eh! there were bands in the whole competition who were in a totaly different league, ..nevertheless, good band...liked the Bassist and the Guitar Riffs, hated when the Solo of For Whom the Bell Tolls on the Keyboards wasn't audible....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Second Band..Camouflage from Kolkata. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/Rd7jZLDnmSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/RO2IFiHIeH0/s1600-h/11-02-07_1849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/Rd7jZLDnmSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/RO2IFiHIeH0/s400/11-02-07_1849.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034711455050996002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing much to say about..just too many questions.....why .,...how...what......I mean...why..how..what....how did they..I mean..manage to get here ....Historical Blindness...Revolution...ETV Bangla Rock translated in Engleeesh,....God..this band totaly sucked...much more than a Eureka Forbes Vacuum Cleaner...Pathetic...I mean..for God's sake it is the National Finals..not some Mohalla Stuff being sponsored by Brahmi Amla Kesh Tel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Third Band..and it felt...Now we are rolling.......this was here to Rock us out..they announced Public Issue from Chennai ...and the crowd went ..Anna ..Anna..(brother in Tamil for starters)...and boss, they went wild..started with an O.C. ( !Xobile) . &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/Rd7i7rDnmRI/AAAAAAAAAKs/D4ksxdis-BU/s1600-h/11-02-07_1856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/Rd7i7rDnmRI/AAAAAAAAAKs/D4ksxdis-BU/s400/11-02-07_1856.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034710948244855058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you haven't watched the college-circuit famous Russell Peters standup comedy show, there is nothing much I can do about it. But if you have seen it, (I guess, majority of the crowd had)you'd definitely get immersed in the punk groove. The bassist was absolutely slapping, flapping...doing whatever.....and the Band was just Kick Ass...true Punk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Second Song was a cover..Green Tinted Sixties Mind by Mr.Big...and man, the guitarist can do something..I was wondering , how the hell he could see where his fingers were from behind those long hair he had....the Vocalist wasn't that outstanding, but he more than made it up by his comic presence...the drummer was like a Classically trained percussionist..(my impression, u may differ, that's ok)..Another original..very funk and punk, but well nothing that I can take home...can't remember the song..only that it had a tinge of Carnatic Music..according to me..Public Issue&lt;br /&gt;Rocked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the next band came , they sang and they conquered....the National Winners...this year..FTN from Delhi...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/Rd7iqLDnmQI/AAAAAAAAAKk/HkZAuPVoius/s1600-h/11-02-07_1926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/Rd7iqLDnmQI/AAAAAAAAAKk/HkZAuPVoius/s400/11-02-07_1926.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034710647597144322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Absolut Thrash..(Metal that is).. felt like a demi KORN was in the house..&lt;br /&gt;Very tight...absolute Headbanger's ball..funny story...bouncers saying.."Shanti main MOSH karo"..hehehe......Undisputed Heavyweight Champions of CRI 07( partly because Brute Force didn't perform this year..), FTN..I wonder what tht means....Bhaiya Kismat to dekhiye..they r gonna open for Maiden on March 17th at Palace Grounds, Bangalore....a feat even Parikrama would kill for....I don't mean to demean them in any way..(big Parikrama fan myself)....hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Update: Parikrama is opening for Maiden in Bangy...yipppeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess the next band,...SOS from Pune..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/Rd7iVrDnmPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/38pjXWrfeh0/s1600-h/11-02-07_1949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/Rd7iVrDnmPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/38pjXWrfeh0/s400/11-02-07_1949.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034710295409826034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the less spoken, the better..already forums in ORKUT have been overflowed with hate messages...they do have a fan following..if you may say so...eh! don't care to write about their "SET"...next please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OK, I forgot to click the Gujju Band's PIC..big sin...sorry..very timepass band.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Band..System House 33 from Indore...Thrash Metal...I personally don't dig this kinda music..but after FTN..well , I was ready to take a chance on it..They started on quite a low note...well especially after FTN did such a tight set...the vocalist did seem to me like a dedicated Pantera Fan..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/Rd7hsLDnmOI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cXtBg2hNY8I/s1600-h/11-02-07_2036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/Rd7hsLDnmOI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cXtBg2hNY8I/s400/11-02-07_2036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034709582445254882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....and well I was estimating his monthly shampoo bill, and I was suddenly hit by the dhadam dhadam of the double bass pedal....and all I could see around was heads swaying...I like em' no doubt..but eh!...'twas quite repetetive after a while....good band...I guess, but not quite appealing music to me....I loved the cymbals though...and the double bass...baaki ...have already forgotten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Band..wht was the name...do I even care...started  with Pearl Jam's Alive....cloned Eddie Vader ...to the T...even in Coldplay's Yellow..one question though....If they opened with the lines...Any Led Zepp fans in the house....why did they end up singing..Coldplay for heaven's sake....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/Rd7hNbDnmNI/AAAAAAAAAKM/SPxjQdY6QA4/s1600-h/11-02-07_2055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/Rd7hNbDnmNI/AAAAAAAAAKM/SPxjQdY6QA4/s400/11-02-07_2055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034709054164277458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't recollect their OC....Thank God..Surprisingly, they became Runners Up...Who were the judges again,,,..anyways..jantaa janardhan dug it it seemed...&lt;br /&gt;personally, seemed like a College Gig to me..not at all at a National Level....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was CRI'07...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh How can I forget ...that a band had to come all the way from Finland to show how crap they were...Crumbland...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/Rd7gqLDnmMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/i9iv-2k9K3c/s1600-h/11-02-07_2124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/Rd7gqLDnmMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/i9iv-2k9K3c/s400/11-02-07_2124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034708448573888706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off with Green Day( please, not at all a sissy band, try listening to Jesus of Suburbia, or St.Jimmy, amazing lyrics)..the sound was good, thanks to the guy at the console....the band was pretty average...Parikrama is any day million times better....may be they bribed DNA guys...SHUT UP SUJOY....CRI '07..ok ok..Public Issue was good...so was FTN...baaki thanda...bole to Coca Cola...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,...Out...waiting for the Maiden GIG...obviously not for FTN...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICS Courtesy: my new MotoRazr V3i...hahaa I got a RAZR.....my roomie has a NOKIA 1100...hahaha..I guess after reading this, he'll kick me out of the house..and buy a Nokia N-Series...what was the topic again???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-5922938894628579658?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/5922938894628579658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=5922938894628579658&amp;isPopup=true' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/5922938894628579658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/5922938894628579658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2007/02/campus-rock-idols-photos.html' title='Campus Rock Idols &apos;07'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/Rd7j07DnmTI/AAAAAAAAAK8/H_oanSKC4ro/s72-c/11-02-07_1810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-6374602648979317822</id><published>2007-02-15T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T01:32:20.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Chris Sligh--the one to watch out</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span id="ppt746170"&gt;Is Chris Sligh the rumored curly-haired 'Idol' favorite ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;img alt="Chris Sligh" src="http://www.blogsmithmedia.com/www.tvsquad.com/media/2007/02/snipshot_aq1112rhphb6.jpg" align="right" border="0" height="203" hspace="4" vspace="4" width="250" /&gt;The rumors about a "curly-haired" boy have been circulating for weeks. According to the &lt;em&gt;Idol&lt;/em&gt; judges, this curly-haired boy is "the one to beat" in this year's &lt;em&gt;Idol&lt;/em&gt; competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Tuesday night in Birmingham, we met Chris Sligh, a Jack Osbourne doppelganger, with a full head of "Justin Guarini" curls.&lt;br /&gt;Could he be the "chosen one" they speak of?&lt;p&gt;In &lt;a href="http://www.ew.com/ew/article/0,,20006550,00.html"&gt;Entertainment Weekly,&lt;/a&gt; Randy Jackson said this year's winner would be "someone with curly hair." Simon said that one guy who stood out from the crowd, "has what I call the likability factor. He's not what I would call the typical &lt;em&gt;American Idol&lt;/em&gt; because he's different... but everyone liked him.'' In the &lt;a href="http://www.nypost.com/seven/01162007/tv/idol_gang_is_talking_about_______a_curly_haired_winner_tv_don_kaplan.htm"&gt;New York Post&lt;/a&gt;, Paula Abdul described the judges' favorite guy as someone resembling magician &lt;a href="http://www.deceptionsunlimited.com/penn2.jpg"&gt;Penn Jillette&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Sligh is extremely likable, and funny, and has that fabled "curly hair." He does resemble Penn Jillette in this &lt;a href="http://www.halfpastforever.com/blog/0C0A2521-3204-4020-8DA3-9A0E33C0DD63.html"&gt;photo&lt;/a&gt; on his &lt;a href="http://www.halfpastforever.com/home.html"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. And Chris certainly doesn't fit Simon's idea of what a "typical" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Idol &lt;/span&gt;looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[Start rant] Of course, Simon is starting to piss me off. He keeps yammering about this one and that one not looking like a "typical" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Idol&lt;/span&gt;. So far, our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Idols&lt;/span&gt; (besides Carrie Underwood) have had very diverse looks. The American public doesn't seem to want Britney Spears/Jessica Simpson clones. And I just wish that after five seasons, Simon would admit that you don't have to look like a generic-blond-anorexic-Hollywood-sex-symbol in order to win &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt;. And he should stop acting surprised that Americans actually like contestants that don't fit his narrow preconceived idea of what an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Idol&lt;/span&gt; looks like.[End of rant]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; As far as Chris Sligh being the curly-haired guy to win this thing, who really knows? Even if he is the judges' favorite, he still needs to impress the American public. I know from the &lt;a href="http://news.google.com/news?q=chris%20sligh&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;amp;oe=UTF-8&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;sa=N&amp;amp;tab=wn"&gt;buzz on the internet &lt;/a&gt;that some of you are already won over by Chris. What about the rest of you? Do you think Chris Sligh is Top 12 material? Could Chris Sligh be the next &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Now in the top 24 of the Season 6 of American Idol, Chris Sligh is very cool. Check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ev2U9oYu3hs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ev2U9oYu3hs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-6374602648979317822?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/6374602648979317822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=6374602648979317822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/6374602648979317822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/6374602648979317822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2007/02/chris-sligh-one-to-watch-out.html' title='Chris Sligh--the one to watch out'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-5211732808882525999</id><published>2007-01-29T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T05:18:34.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADs'/><title type='text'>Some good ol' Amul Ads</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="image" src="http://www.amul.com/2006hits/amul22.jpg" border="1" height="200" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On demise of film industry's erudite and entertaining filmmaker Hrishikesh Mukherjee popularly known as Hrishida - September '06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.amul.com/1987hits/amul24.gif" border="1" height="190" width="387" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mourning the great Indian film star Raj Kapoor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.amul.com/1987hits/amul23.gif" border="1" height="188" width="379" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the cold war betweeen America &amp;amp;' Russia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://www.amul.com/2006hits/amul8.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protests against screening of Hollywood film THE DA VINCI CODE - May '06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://www.amul.com/2004hits/amul7.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Dr. Manmohan Singh being elected Prime Minister of India - May'04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://www.amul.com/2004hits/amul1.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virender Sehwag's memorable landmark of triple century against Pakistan in test match at Multan - April '04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://www.amul.com/2004hits/amul4.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the leading soft drink manufacture's new variant advertisement - April '04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://www.amul.com/2004hits/amul14.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wimbledon Champions 2004: Men's Singles winner-Switzerland's Roger Federer &amp;amp; Women's Single winner-Russian Maria Sharapova - July'04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://www.amul.com/2004hits/amul18.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obituary on bollywood's well-loved comedian Mehmood Ali - July'04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://www.amul.com/2004hits/amul19.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Athens Olympics 2004 - August'04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://www.amul.com/2004hits/amul29.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wicketkeeper Parthiv Patel's Pathetic fumbling with stumping and catching chances during teh India-Australia Test match in Nagpur - November'04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://www.amul.com/2004hits/amul9.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on Bollywood film Yuva - Jun'04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://www.amul.com/2004hits/amul40.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bollywood actor Mr. Amrish Puri one of the best screen villian popularly know as Mogambo passed away on January 12, 2005. He mouthed one of the most memorable line 'Mogambo kush hua' which has left a mark on the film audience - January'05&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-5211732808882525999?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/5211732808882525999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=5211732808882525999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/5211732808882525999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/5211732808882525999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2007/01/some-good-ol-amul-ads.html' title='Some good ol&apos; Amul Ads'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-7609431614954329289</id><published>2007-01-28T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T10:14:18.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Legends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trivia'/><title type='text'>Ready Freddie!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Freddie Mercury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.freddie-mercury.net/image.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Background information   &lt;b&gt;Birth name&lt;/b&gt; Farrokh Bulsara   &lt;b&gt;Born&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/September_5" title="September 5"&gt;5 September&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1946" title="1946"&gt;1946&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Flag_of_Zanzibar.svg" class="image" title="Flag of Zanzibar"&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/d/d4/Flag_of_Zanzibar.svg/22px-Flag_of_Zanzibar.svg.png" alt="Flag of Zanzibar" longdesc="/wiki/Image:Flag_of_Zanzibar.svg" height="15" width="22" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stone_Town" title="Stone Town"&gt;Stone Town&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zanzibar" title="Zanzibar"&gt;Zanzibar&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;b&gt;Died&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/November_24" title="November 24"&gt;24 November&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1991" title="1991"&gt;1991&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Flag_of_England_%28bordered%29.svg" class="image" title="Flag of England"&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/a9/Flag_of_England_%28bordered%29.svg/22px-Flag_of_England_%28bordered%29.svg.png" alt="Flag of England" longdesc="/wiki/Image:Flag_of_England_%28bordered%29.svg" height="13" width="22" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kensington" title="Kensington"&gt;Kensington&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/London" title="London"&gt;London&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/England" title="England"&gt;England&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Music_genre" title="Music genre"&gt;Genre(s)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock_%28music%29" title="Rock (music)"&gt;Rock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glam_rock" title="Glam rock"&gt;Glam rock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hard_rock" title="Hard rock"&gt;Hard rock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heavy_metal" title="Heavy metal"&gt;Heavy metal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pop_rock" title="Pop rock"&gt;Pop rock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Progressive_rock" title="Progressive rock"&gt;Progressive rock&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;b&gt;Occupation(s)&lt;/b&gt; Musician, Songwriter, Producer   &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Musical_instrument" title="Musical instrument"&gt;Instrument(s)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Voice" title="Voice"&gt;Voice&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piano" title="Piano"&gt;Piano&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guitar" title="Guitar"&gt;Guitar&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;b&gt;Years active&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1970" title="1970"&gt;1970&lt;/a&gt; – &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1991" title="1991"&gt;1991&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;b&gt;Associated&lt;br /&gt;acts&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queen_%28band%29" title="Queen (band)"&gt;Queen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ibex_%28band%29" title="Ibex (band)"&gt;Ibex&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;b&gt;Website&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.loveroflifesingerofsongs.com/" class="external text" title="http://www.loveroflifesingerofsongs.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;Lover Of Life, Singer Of Songs&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;b&gt;Freddie Mercury&lt;/b&gt; was the one rock star mentioned in singer &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kurt_Cobain" title="Kurt Cobain"&gt;Kurt Cobain&lt;/a&gt;’s alleged suicide note (1994): "I havent felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guilty beyond words about these things. For example, when we’re backstage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins, it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddy [&lt;i&gt;sic&lt;/i&gt;] Mercury who seemed to love, relish in the love and adoration from the crowd, which is something I totally admire and envy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-7609431614954329289?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/7609431614954329289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=7609431614954329289&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/7609431614954329289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/7609431614954329289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2007/01/ready-freddie.html' title='Ready Freddie!!!!'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-6682921589619549520</id><published>2007-01-25T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T05:20:35.036-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Youtube out of order</title><content type='html'>You don't believe it. Take this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/Rbi2-uM6WiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/yW-5MV1kcO8/s1600-h/youtube111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/Rbi2-uM6WiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/yW-5MV1kcO8/s400/youtube111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023966573002119714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-6682921589619549520?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/6682921589619549520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=6682921589619549520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/6682921589619549520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/6682921589619549520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2007/01/youtube-out-of-order.html' title='Youtube out of order'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/Rbi2-uM6WiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/yW-5MV1kcO8/s72-c/youtube111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-5255234869220669365</id><published>2007-01-18T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T05:20:50.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>American Idol 6: Episode 2</title><content type='html'>Its Indians who are making all of us proud on American Idol 6. Episode 2 saw auditions in Seattle , one of the least favourites of the judges, thanks to one of the craziest, crappiest, dumbest and most squeakiest of the contestants. It really takes ears of iron to be an American Idol &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/RbBYK46mSzI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MMTXUY2YcOk/s1600-h/789969331_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/RbBYK46mSzI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MMTXUY2YcOk/s400/789969331_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021610528618203954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jury member , I must say. But I am no longer talking of the verbal abuses of Simon, or the Yo-Dawwg of Randy. I am here to talk about the Indian-origin Siblings, Shyamali and Sanjaya&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/RbBYRY6mS0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/kswNm2GHFoA/s1600-h/1123616248_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/RbBYRY6mS0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/kswNm2GHFoA/s400/1123616248_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021610640287353666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; who nailed it in the auditions. Shyamali thinks she's better than her bro, and she went in first. The judges liked her a lot as she rendered the jazz classic,Summer time. She got through to the next round. Paula and Randy were really impressed. Next came in Sanjaya and Randy asked him , " Do you think you are better than your Sis?". He answered,"I don't think so". But well , it came to the picture that Sanjaya was a big Stevie Wander fan, and that surely got more than just reflected in his audition round performance. He really took Simon by surprise and Simon surprisingly commented, " Your sister has a better personality, but you got the better voice". Well, oh well, the pair really rocked, individually. Both of them got the golden ticket to Hollywood and they both rejoiced. Ryan did ask Sanjaya whom did the judges think was better between the two. Sanjaya refused to answer it. Well, I guess Shyamali got to know the answer. God bless the internet. I manage to dig out the Myspace pages of Sanjaya and Shyamali.They are listed below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/dazeoffire910"&gt;Sanjaya's page: &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/shyamali"&gt;Shyamali's page: &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, internet is reaaallly incredible. They already have a fan-following on myspace and people have already started commenting of them being in the Top-12. I have my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check the video on youtube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uV4DxP-crVI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uV4DxP-crVI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-5255234869220669365?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/5255234869220669365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=5255234869220669365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/5255234869220669365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/5255234869220669365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2007/01/american-idol-6-episode-2.html' title='American Idol 6: Episode 2'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/RbBYK46mSzI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MMTXUY2YcOk/s72-c/789969331_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-4968761374829383722</id><published>2007-01-18T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T05:21:03.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>American Idol 6:</title><content type='html'>Why do they show more of the crap rather than show more of who got selected, how and why? Last night, was the 2 hr season premiere of American Idol and the auditions kicked off in the home town of Prince, Minneapolis. Of the 10,000 people who auditioned there, only 17 qualified for the Hollywood Round. The jury besides the usual Paula Abdul, Randy Jackson and Simon Cowell, also included guest jury member, Country Singer Jewel. But the point is, among the 17 selected for the next round, we only got to witness the selection of  mere 4 or may b 5. What happened to the others? We were overtly subjected to the histrionics of Simon and new to this season, Randy was so damn rude!!!! Simon's comments have become utterly repetitive, and the IQ levels of the auditioning participants have hit an all time low. I mean, c'mon for God's sake, who comes to an American Idol audition dressed in a red boxing suit with the gloves on, or for that matter show off ur tap-dancing skills along with juggling sticks. Wake up......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the latest buzz go to the official website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/"&gt;American Idol &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-4968761374829383722?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/4968761374829383722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=4968761374829383722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/4968761374829383722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/4968761374829383722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2007/01/american-idol-6.html' title='American Idol 6:'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-8258492258383284965</id><published>2006-09-28T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T05:21:16.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whatever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>News 24X7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/1600/ndtvlogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/400/ndtvlogo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, wherever, whenever..seriously, that is what I consider the condition of News Television in India.News is never being reported nowadays, its made, fabricated and produced.Gone are the days when the news meant a report of the 'important' events that happened nationally,or internationally.Today, news has got a serious lesson from its step-brother, the entertainment industry.News today is nothing less treated as Entertainment.With Page 3 parties, to Sting operations being the flavour of the Season, what more could you expect. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/1600/znlogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/400/znlogo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a plethora of players jumping into this segment, the Indian News Channel business has been dumbing down more and more, and right when you think it can't get dumber than this, they just keep surprising you with more and even more dumber tactics of dumbing down the serious business of News,making new limits of getting dumber every time and breaking them the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with the fight over being the first News Channel of India, the controversy still persists, whether its Zee News(then Zee India TV which itself was EL TV prior to that) or STAR News(then headed by the Creative team of Prannoy Roy at NDTV).Nevertheless, things were still going great until the emergence of yet another player in the arena , TV Today's Aaj Tak.It had already carved its niche in the market with its Exit Poll shows and Morning Programming on Doordarshan .Aaj Tak's entry in the news market just in simple terms revolutionised the waynews got &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/1600/header1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/400/header1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;marketed.From picking up local advertisers on , to broadcasting each and every happening in a street near you, News television was about to conquer not only our lives, but also of those who lived in celluloid.&lt;br /&gt;Star News came back in a new only Hindi Avatar, when its partnership with NDTV ended, the latter producing its own news channels,NDTV 24x7 and NDTV India(and NDTV Profit).News Programming however also witnessed certain big achievements like NDTV's Big Fight(hosted by Rajdeep Sardesai, who now is with some other News Channel).&lt;br /&gt;The point is if we start counting the number of NEWS channels which are there ,if you can really count them, it would be the breaking news of the day.Last heard, CNBC TV-18 has its business channel bouquet expanded from just being Englih, to a Hindi Business Channel called Aawaz, SAB group has its own Janmat(which I do not know can be considered as a News Channel), Rajat Sharma(of Aapki Adalat fame and bad hair day infame) has India TV along with Tarun 'Tehelka" Tejpal, Channel-7,Zee's Business News Channel, and of course the innumerable breed of Sahara's Zonal news channels, ABP and Star's S&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/1600/star%20news.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 215px; height: 79px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/400/star%20news.jpg" border="0" height="72" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tar Ananda, to name of a few(very few).So, if there are so many in the list, what do they show.Everything and anything.From Sting operations conducted by hiddden-cams exposing not to be seen images of " wanna-be"s and starlets, to making Crime Night fighting a half an hour adult show(the credit though goes to Shoaib Illiyasi's India's Most Wanted).You get it all, plus you get your daily news too, may be sometimes.News is no News anymore.Its Reality TV.And if the West thinks, they have pushed the limits of Reality TV with their shows like Fear Factor, Survivor or even the channel Reality TV, think again.You should some time watch these Indian News Channels.You get a taste of the Spicy Indian Daily Life happening at a gully near you, all spiced up, just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then,keep glued to your TV sets, throw that remote away, and grab your POPkorn,because NEWS is entertaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-8258492258383284965?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/8258492258383284965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=8258492258383284965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/8258492258383284965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/8258492258383284965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2006/09/news-24x7.html' title='News 24X7'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-6327378556012416578</id><published>2006-09-27T23:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T05:21:55.510-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Legends'/><title type='text'>Rahul Dev Burman, the legend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/1600/pancham.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/320/pancham.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and every word or phrase written in his praise falls short..Because he is the papa of all Music Directorson the face of the Indian Music Industry...Because he is the reason why today's "music directors" wanted to be it,.. Because the entire Remix industry exists because of his yesteryear's hits..Because it is for his albums that DJs and retro nights exist..Because he can make asha Bhonsle sound the best,whether it is a ghazal, hindustani classical song, cabaret,or simply bollywood...Because he is Pancham, RDX, Rahul Dev Burman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Baap of Bollywood Music..this is my heartfelt "paay-laagu" or "pairi-pona" of sorts.Because I am so small to talk of his genius.But that is not going to make me stop writing this blog about him.Because I have grown up on his music, totally breathed it ,had literally lived on it till today, and I am sure will, till I die.&lt;br /&gt;We all remember the song "Boss Kaun hai" from Jhankar Beats directed by Sujoy Ghosh(I do take pride that another guy by my name is out there making movies,hah ha).So to start it, lets enjoy this entire musical journey from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahul Dev Burman was born on 27 June 1939.Story goes that when veteran Ashok Kumar saw Sachin Dev Burman's newborn uttering the syllable 'Pa' repeatedly, he nicknamed him Pancham. And the name stuck. To many, he's still Pancham Da.To me he is Boss(yeah U can say Jhankaar Beats influences.)To him, music came easy and early. He learnt to play the Sarod from the legendary Ustad Ali Akbar Khan at very young age, one of his many instruments in which he mastered.At 9 years, came his first composition, 'Aye Meri Topi Palat Ke Aa..', which was later used for the film Funtoosh and the very next year, his father borrowed the tune of 'Sar Jo Tera Chakraye..' for the Guru Dutt film Pyaasa. The first film for which R.D.Burman scored music for was Mehmoood's "Chote Nawab" in 1961 and the first song in the film was to be recorded was by Lata Mangeshkar. The film marked the reconciliation between S. D. Burman and Lata Mangeshkar who had stopped recording together six years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/1600/05teesri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/320/05teesri.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.D. Burman had scored music for many a films, including "Bhoot Bangla" in whch he co-starred Mehmood.The film also featured the song "Aao twist karein" which reflected the Elvis revolution that was taking the world by storm then.But, the title of R.D. Burman's first Hit score would definitely go to "Teesri Manzil"(1966), featuring the evergreen , repeatedly remixed hits "O Haseena Zulfowali", "O mere Sona re", and unforgettable intoxicating "Aaja Aaja..main hu pyaar tera ". Vijay Anand can be credited with bringing about R D Burman's first big break. He arranged a music session for the youngster before Nasir Hussain commenced the production of Tesri Manzil. Shammi Kapoor, who heard RD's tunes, is said to have screamed 'Yahoo' in sheer appreciation while Nasir Hussain signed R.D. Burman for six of his forthcoming films.After Teesri Manzil, it wasn't looking back anymore.Followed hits like Padosan,Kati Patang,Pyar ka Mausam,Amar Prem , Caravan,Hare Rama Hare Krishna,Parichay, Jawaani Deewani,Namak Haraam, Yaadon Ki Baarat, Aandhi..the list is endless and the music ..Immortal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R D Burman's constant efforts to break musical typecast and explore new possibilities came through in the music that he made. Be it the poignant tunes of Kati Patang, the love songs of Pyar Ka Mausam, the fun numbers from Padosan or the soulful melodies of Amar Prem, Pancham had done them all. While making music was his profession, singing always remained R D's passion. He sang occasionally and when he did, it was never went unnoticed. Though he did as much justice to s&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/1600/cover.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 178px; height: 205px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/320/cover.0.jpg" border="0" height="249" width="172" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;erious tunes as he did to the light numbers that he sang, the groovier tunes always gained more popularity. Though Asha Bhosle is remembered for the legendary cabaret 'Piya Tu Ab To Aaja..', the wild cry of 'Monica O My Darling' belongs to R D Burman. together with RD. The composer also sang the sizzling 'Mehbooba Mehbooba..' for Sholay picturised on Helen and Jalal Agha. He however, did not record too many duets with Asha Bhosle who was by then the love interest of his life too. The high-pitched, outlandish 'Duniya Mein Logon Ko Dhoka Kabhi Ho Jaata Hai..', is one of their best remembered duets. No one can doubt the vibe that oozed out with his musical ventures Asha and Kishore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, who doesn't remember the experiments that he did with his compositions,..be it the clinging of glasses in "Churaliya hai tumne jo dil ko ", or the only-bass rythmn in "Tere Bina jeeya &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/1600/05ghar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/320/05ghar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jaaye naa".Take his classical based compositions, Piya Bawari(Khubsoorat), Beeti Na Beetaiyee(Parichay) and we find ourselves immersed in his music and feel so amazed whether it is the same man who brought us the Qawwalis of Hum kisi se kam nahi,or the truly Bollywood isshtyle Romantic numbers of Love Story.Towards the mid-80s though, Panchamda was going through a rough patch as his films were bombing at the Box-Office.Bappi Lahiri and the Disco age had overtaken him and R.D's producers just disappeared. It was very unfortunate for us that during the nineties, when Indian Music was going throught the stupid Pop-Disco Wave and MTV had just entered our lives, R.D.Burman had not many compositions then.He was last heard in Ijaazat (1987), after huge hits like Saagar,Betaab and Masoom in the 1980's.And Parinda in 1989 also provided the everlasting hit..Tumse Milke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/1600/05love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/320/05love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fortunately for us, Vidhu Vinod Chopra approached Panchamda for his ambitious 1942-A Love Story.And rest as they say, is history.The music today is considered as his "Swan Song", as Panchamda left for his heavenly abode on Jan 4, 1994. He wasnt there to recieve his last Filmfare award for the film's music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From his expertise in Hindustani Classical and Indian Ragas to a keen interest and influence at times of american Jazz and Rock n' Roll, RD's musical interests stretched from 'ear' to eternity.It was R.D. Burman who really brought the groove into Hindi Film Music, ushering in the era of electronic rock and providing Hindi film Music with a whole new 'happening' sound. His hip and energetic youthful compositions proved extremely popular from the late 1960s till the early to mid-1980s providing much of the music that defines today's Bollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and Salute to the Master, the Baap, the Boss...Rahul Dev Burman!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-6327378556012416578?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/6327378556012416578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=6327378556012416578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/6327378556012416578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/6327378556012416578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2006/09/rahul-dev-burman-legend.html' title='Rahul Dev Burman, the legend'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-115633399648987054</id><published>2006-08-23T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T05:22:14.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Whats up with the News today??</title><content type='html'>Idols drinking milk,Sea Water getting sweet, National Hockey Players getting accidentally shot in train, Encounter- killing one in Antop Hill,  and above all One year in captivity, dreams to be the next MLA. Phew, let me take a breather. News today seems so very DRAMATIC. Everything seems so enticing and spiced up. From Sadhu Secret Sex Scandals to Hidden Camera Revealations, to Looped Broadcast of Rakhi-Mika Smooch Marathon , to Latest Wardrobe Malfunction on the Ramp. Where has all the News gone? The only real News seems to be the Cinderella Story of Yamini from Chandigarh picked up by Satish Kaushik for his latest flick after he saw the girl on the cover page of TOI. Give some share to the photographer too I say. Oh, where is Prince by the way these days? I guess, the amount of footage that he demanded from all the news channels, left the Aishwaryas and the Bachhans feeling neglected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-115633399648987054?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/115633399648987054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=115633399648987054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/115633399648987054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/115633399648987054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2006/08/whats-up-with-news-today.html' title='Whats up with the News today??'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-114898113045768615</id><published>2006-05-30T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T05:22:24.875-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whatever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>Chaos Prevails</title><content type='html'>Chaotic dynamics&lt;br /&gt;Sensitivity to initial conditions means that two points in such a system may move in vastly different trajectories in their &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Phase_space"&gt;phase space&lt;/a&gt; even if the difference in their initial configurations is very small. The systems behave identically only if their initial configurations are exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;Sensitivity to initial conditions is popularly known as the "&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Butterfly_effect"&gt;butterfly effect&lt;/a&gt;", suggesting that the flapping of a butterfly's wings might create tiny changes in the atmosphere, which could over time cause a &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Tornado"&gt;tornado&lt;/a&gt; to occur. The flapping wing represents a small change in the initial condition of the system, which causes a chain of events leading to large-scale phenomena. Had the butterfly not flapped its wings, the trajectory of the system might have been vastly different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switch over to India , circa 30th May 2006. India surrounded by the Chaos of the Reservation Uproar, the Chaos of Crashing Markets, Chaos of Militant attacks in the North,North-East and the South tormented by Nature's tremors. What is it with India and Chaos? Was it all caused by some butterfly? As Dylan would say it,"The answer my friend, is blowing in the wind...."&lt;br /&gt;Arjun Fucking Singh...I just do not want to censor out my words, not for this man.Wish I could write beautiful abuses , ones which you find or probably listen at the New York Street Fights, or ...forget it..we all know who he is, and what kind of a death is he marching towards..Who the Fuck is he to decide the fate of the millions of us..Yes, we did elect him to get to the chair on which he is resting his arse' upon, but does that give him enough justification to do what he is upto ...Post Reservation, the scene would look somewhat like 50.9% for the General. Doesn't this look like some kind of reservation. Talented, deserving people would definitely flock to foreign universities and stay happy earning dollars on foreign soil, and those who cannot afford to do that, end up somewhere where they do not belong. On one hand, the government spends millions in organising the Pravasi Divas with Sharukh Khan shaking hips to Bollywood Tunes, and on the other hand, the same government promotes Brain Drain. Last heard, the governement appealed Laxmi Mittal to come back to India. Give me one good reason why he should after all this has happened.And to end it all, the Government is all set to pass the bill, and then to me and you, it will be a law. Coming up next is the Reservation in the Private Sector.I kid you not. All in the name of democracy my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next in the offering, the Narmada Andolan Uproar which has taken an all new twist similar to a Manmohan Desai flick. Aamir Khan adjudged as unjustified and guilty for voicing out his opinions and public display of support to the Narmada Bachao Andolan. As a result, Rang de Basanti stripped off from the theatres, and Fanaa banned in Gujrat. Wonderful news is what I say. Today , in a world when news is fabricated, this seems like some delicious apple pie journalists across all channels would love to gulp down.I mean, if Aamir Khan decides one day that whatever is happening out there is wrong and wants to support it, who the hell are these petty organisations to control or I say censor his views. Screw 'em. Over and above, the Media in its pursuit to sensationalise things( as usual) , is trying hard to relate this very issue with the Coke issue of pesticide or no pesticide. Aamir Khan is being questioned whether he would be continuing to endorse Coke or not. To this Aamir replied that , he is in talks with the Coke people personally and is asking for explanations, and if he finds that the allegations are found out to be true, he would quit endorsing Coke.Poor guy, he asked for it. The Indian Media spares none. Not even Mr.Arjun Singh.&lt;br /&gt;Well again coming back to the reservation issue, everyone was a witness to the televised version of Kaavya Viswanathan's next novel (inspired froma true interview , not from famous bestsellers) titled, How Arjun Singh Got Kicked,Got Screwed and Got a NationWide Thrashing Live on National Television.If you still didn't get it, I am talking about the recent interview ( was it, I think Karan Thapar waited for this) of the Minister of HRD in "Devil's Advocate". Excerpts are given in the following link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itscouchpotato.blogspot.com/"&gt;Devil's Advocate Interview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just loved that.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what else has been chaotic? Aaah..Da Vinci Code. This time India did not remain an exception. Well, almost. The I&amp;amp;B ministry had to demand for a special screening just to defer the national release date to a week later than the World Wide Release date. The movie is now banned in Goa and Punjab. Why in Punjab, I am the wrong person to ask to.And well, Why at the first place the I&amp;amp;B ministry decided to poke its nose, when it finally left the decision in the hands of the Censor Board,even when the movie was passed by the CBFC? Well, probably because it did not go for the advanced booking of the tickets and hence could not arrange for the tickets for his friends and family.I mean, it was just plain simple ridiculous to find out that of all the places inthe world, India was the first place where the movie was on the verge of getting banned, even when it was being screened in countries like US,UK where Christianity is definitely not a minority, and also in Rome, where the Pope himself resides.I would like to qoute here what a priest had said himself in an interview to NDTV, that a movie or a simple fictional idea cannot shake the basis of a religion and belief so old and followed by billions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, keep watching this space, will be back with more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-114898113045768615?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/114898113045768615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=114898113045768615&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/114898113045768615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/114898113045768615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2006/05/chaos-prevails.html' title='Chaos Prevails'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-114440624117853151</id><published>2006-04-07T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T05:22:48.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whatever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shots'/><title type='text'>Who is V? u ask...The answer is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/1600/desktop_redX_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/400/desktop_redX_1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-114440624117853151?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/114440624117853151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=114440624117853151&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/114440624117853151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/114440624117853151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2006/04/who-is-v-u-askthe-answer-is.html' title='Who is V? u ask...The answer is....'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-114440578898173106</id><published>2006-04-07T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T05:23:21.654-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O.C.'/><title type='text'>I am V</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/1600/vendetta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/320/vendetta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind me, I see them all&lt;br /&gt;The shadows , as they rise and fall&lt;br /&gt;For the end, I can hear them call&lt;br /&gt;Standing we are, in a dark deserted hall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh , they got their guns in their hands,&lt;br /&gt;Cowards they are, so behind they stand,&lt;br /&gt;All of them ready to shoot at my back.&lt;br /&gt;And they plan to wrap my corpse in a sack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, if you are worth your birth ,fight facing my face, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/1600/v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/400/v.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you got it in you, try matching my pace,&lt;br /&gt;Try tearing my lungs by Stabbin me thrice&lt;br /&gt;Try Rippin off my veins, and pouring some ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you cant of course live up to that&lt;br /&gt;Your bodies too thin, your asses too fat&lt;br /&gt;And its now my turn to show what I've got in me,&lt;br /&gt;Behold everyone, make room for V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am V, the one who broke his nose&lt;br /&gt;I am V, the one who choked him close&lt;br /&gt;I am V, the one ,the forgotten from the past&lt;br /&gt;I am V, the one who kicked thou ass,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its time for you scums to face your destiny,&lt;br /&gt;So who will be the one who's gonna be slaughtered by me,&lt;br /&gt;Your skulls are wide opened up, I see your pink brains,&lt;br /&gt;The hook is angled on your neck, and your blood flows in the drains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there no one else, to face the wrath of me!&lt;br /&gt;I'llrip them off, I'll crush 'em down and show my hospitality&lt;br /&gt;If you still think you can win try taking another shot at me&lt;br /&gt;Enuff is enuff, no no..fine..Its time for penalty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, if you are worth your birth ,fight facing my face,&lt;br /&gt;If you got it in you, try matching my pace,&lt;br /&gt;Try tearing my lungs by Stabbin me thrice&lt;br /&gt;Try Rippin off my veins, and pouring some ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you cant of course live up to that&lt;br /&gt;Your bodies too thin, your asses too fat&lt;br /&gt;And its now my turn to show what I've got in me,&lt;br /&gt;Behold everyone, make room for V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am V, the one who broke his nose&lt;br /&gt;I am V, the one who choked him close&lt;br /&gt;I am V, the one ,the forgotten from the past&lt;br /&gt;I am V, the one who kicked thou ass,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-114440578898173106?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/114440578898173106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=114440578898173106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/114440578898173106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/114440578898173106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-v.html' title='I am V'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-114128559709070497</id><published>2006-03-01T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T05:23:35.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whatever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>Nidraa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/1600/94101121_cd8a5c7cb7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/400/94101121_cd8a5c7cb7_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't want this materialistic pleasure, this filth that surrounds all the clean , neat arrangements, I smell in them this odour of deception , of conspiracy, of  worries, of anxieties..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep..the sleep of innocence..untormented by the evils of this world..undisturbed by the shaking vibrations of the ups and downs of modernities...I want to sleep a long sleep..I want to breathe as I used to..I want to be ignorant again of the darkness, of the shackles and the chains of life,...I want to rest in peace..&lt;br /&gt;Please let me do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-114128559709070497?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/114128559709070497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=114128559709070497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/114128559709070497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/114128559709070497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2006/03/nidraa.html' title='Nidraa'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-113939682845174139</id><published>2006-02-08T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T05:23:50.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whatever'/><title type='text'>Shani Prabhaav</title><content type='html'>I went to watch Rang de Basanti..because I had to..because I could not afford to miss it at any cost.It wasn't actually a good day for me because it was a Saturday and I was working.I had been sulking about my job the whole day and hence thought to end the day on a good note. Me and my friend planned to go watch the movie at Adlabs , which is a decent  9-10 kms from my place. Anyways, we booked the tickets and we got em.Reached there quite early..but the movie wasnt to start at its scheduled 10:45 pm. Instead, the doors opened at 11pm. Still pissed off with the day, we moved in. As we were getting cozy, we saw the entire hall was filled with Uncles,Aunties, and lads our age who would whistle at every drop of a hat.And then, the reels started rolling, but hey that's a trailer...of Krrish( hope I'm spelling it right). That's Hrithik's latest Flick from Papa Roshan's house hitting theatres soon. The trailer is sleek, and the special effects seem good..But is it gonna be good enuff  well gotta wait n watch..okay okay I almost got carried away..What did you think this was a movie review..If you came here for the review..click the link &lt;a href="http://www.itsmagnumopus.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.itsmagnumopus.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; for my review of the movie Rang de Basanti..Till then ..peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-113939682845174139?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/113939682845174139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=113939682845174139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/113939682845174139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/113939682845174139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2006/02/shani-prabhaav.html' title='Shani Prabhaav'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-113835663060291062</id><published>2006-01-27T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T05:24:05.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whatever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>Ventilation of my Fluctuating Mind!!</title><content type='html'>I sit here at my lame-ass job&lt;br /&gt;thinking, being, realizing the potential&lt;br /&gt;as it's being drained from my veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work with optimism that I'll find new avenues&lt;br /&gt;which will help me get towards my potential&lt;br /&gt;and lead me to a state of levelled happiness ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want inner peace, serenity&lt;br /&gt;Clouds floating by, quietness&lt;br /&gt;Love from beyond, Love inside&lt;br /&gt;Gentle breeze flowing through my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie on my back, look into the blue&lt;br /&gt;Feel the sun on my skin, the oxygen in the air&lt;br /&gt;Nestle near the fire, see the leaves&lt;br /&gt;Touch the Wind with my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look back into Time, see the Pain, the Hurt&lt;br /&gt;Gather it into a pile, pray for it, release it&lt;br /&gt;Let it move onward, and release you&lt;br /&gt;Become yourself completely and always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the simple things and hold to them&lt;br /&gt;Settle in your home and spread warmth&lt;br /&gt;Kiss your loved one and tell her you love her&lt;br /&gt;Become one with all things and move silently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it ever Happen!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-113835663060291062?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/113835663060291062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=113835663060291062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/113835663060291062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/113835663060291062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2006/01/ventilation-of-my-fluctuating-mind.html' title='Ventilation of my Fluctuating Mind!!'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-113819251021367605</id><published>2006-01-25T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T05:24:20.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whatever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trivia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Why did the chicken cross the road???</title><content type='html'>A very age old question , much like a parallel to the Hindi question, Murgi pehle aayee ya Anda..but that is not why I am writing this. I found this cool thing on the net about the many replies, or rather reactions of famous people on this very question. Interesting reading, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CBS-TV's Andy Rooney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I could have said "Didja ever wonder why it is that the chicken crossed the road, and which road it was?" But I didn't. I did ask some turkeys, however, and this is what they said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;President William Jefferson Clinton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;That depends on how yuh define "road".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COBOL Programmers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;0001-CHICKEN-CROSSING.&lt;br /&gt;IF NO-MORE-VEHICLES THEN&lt;br /&gt;PERFORM 0010-CROSS-THE-ROAD&lt;br /&gt;VARYING STEPS FROM 1 BY 1 UNTIL&lt;br /&gt;ON-THE-OTHER-SIDE&lt;br /&gt;ELSE&lt;br /&gt;GO TO 0001-CHICKEN-CROSSING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hillary Rodham Clinton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I don't bake cookies; I don't cook chicken. I am not a crook -- er, I am not a cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Typical Politically Correct Person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Don't blame the chicken! Society is to blame. The chicken did cross the road, but he or she was merely a victim of this racist, bigoted, sexist society. We are all to blame, for failing to provide... [blah, blah, blah -- ad nauseam]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Channel 7 (WSVN, Miami) News Team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In a story you will see only on WSVN, a young homeless chicken crosses the road in Citron Beach for the very first time... The orphaned chicken is hit by a speeding car and is thrown sky high... Authorities are still trying to pick up the pieces. At the family's request, the chicken's remains will be used to make chicken soup for the orphaned chicks... This just in... Is OJ's golf game getting worse, now that he's in the custody battle of his life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Read my chicken lips. To face a kinder, gentler thousand points of headlights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;To cross the road less traveled by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sigmund Freud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chicken obviously was female and obviously interpreted the pole on which the cross walk sign was mounted as a phallic symbol of which she was envious, selbstverstaendlich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bill Gates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We own the road. We own the chicken. It's none of your damn business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Omar Khayam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The moving chicken fingers write, and having writ, move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Know ye that it is unclean to eat the chicken that has crossed the road, and that the chicken that crosseth the road doth so for its own preservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sir Isaac Newton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chickens at rest tend to stay at rest. Chickens in motion tend to cross the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plato&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the greater good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karl Marx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It was a historical inevitability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hippocrates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Because of an excess of light pink gooey stuff in its pancreas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aristotle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To actualize its potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salvador Dali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It was the logical next step after coming down from the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ernest Hemingway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;To die. In the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Craig Crossman, host of Computer America&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lay hundreds, even thousands, of eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saddam Hussein&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an unprovoked act of rebellion and we were quite justified in dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack Nicholson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'Cause it (censored) wanted to. That's the (censored) reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;President Ronald Reagan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask Mommy. I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eminem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell madahF$%^r u r bothered?Leave it alone you  c#$Z%suc#$%g son of a B$%#h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sphinx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joseph Stalin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care. Catch it. I need its eggs to make my omlette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news of its crossing has been greatly exaggerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kafka:&lt;/strong&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;Hardly the most urgent enquiry to make of a low-grade  insurance clerk who woke up that morning has a hen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Macbeth:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have turned back were as tedious as to go o'er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hamlet:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pope:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It was mimicking my Lord Hervey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oscar Wilde:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, indeed? One's social engagements whilst in town ought never expose one to such barbarous  inconvenience - although, perhaps, if one must cross a road, one may do far worse than to cross it as the  chicken in question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keats:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Philosophy will clip a chicken's wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Godfather:&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  I didn't want its mother to see it like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wordsworth:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To wander lonely as a cloud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-113819251021367605?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/113819251021367605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=113819251021367605&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/113819251021367605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/113819251021367605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-did-chicken-cross-road.html' title='Why did the chicken cross the road???'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-113809742038554228</id><published>2006-01-24T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T05:24:36.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>SEX Sells</title><content type='html'>How many times, damn how many times have you heard them..on the television, on the tabloids, splashed on the pages of the daily newspaper and here, there and everywhere, these two words..SEX sells..the VHP and Shiv Sena Sainiks opposing it, and Mahesh Bhatt and troop defending it. Mahesh Bhatt screaming out his lungs to state that," Yes, I want to watch pornography, so who'll stop me!!". Well, the man has got a point. Man, I mean..India is a democracy, at least we say it so. But  in the name of democracy, what we get is  Moral Police monitoring over each one of  us. Who the f#$k are they to  do so? Well, I got carried away. The point is , in the land of KamaSutra, is it really a big deal to watch a couple doing the most natural thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;     But then, when it comes to the creative aspect of Cinema, are we really getting sensible cinema, or is it just a sleaze-fest..in the face Soft Porn with Wet-Saris, Shower Scenes, and Satin flowing over Flawful Obese South Indian "Actresses". I mean, consider Hollywood. Was Titanic a huge grosser because of the nude painting scene of Kate Winslet. The Answer is a big NO. Take any other movie for instance in Hollywood. There nudity and issues of sensuality are dealt with so much sophistication, and movies which do not believe in this, bomb at the Box Office. e.g. Barb Wire..need I say any more.&lt;br /&gt;      So, the bottom line is, for the sake of raking in some cheap money, these even more cheap filmmakers won't hesitate to cut down some costume bills from the Movie Production and add into the Water Works. All in the name of Show Business. And yes, SEX does Sell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-113809742038554228?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/113809742038554228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=113809742038554228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/113809742038554228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/113809742038554228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2006/01/sex-sells.html' title='SEX Sells'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-113532064980350416</id><published>2005-12-22T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T22:50:49.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>English..izz a very ffunnny language</title><content type='html'>The English Language. Have you ever wondered why foreigners have trouble with the English Language?. Let's face it. English is a crazy language. There is no egg in the eggplant No ham in the hamburger. And neither pine nor apple in the pineapple. English muffins were not invented in England. French fries were not invented in France. We sometimes take English for granted But if we examine its paradoxes we find that Quicksand takes you down slowly, Boxing rings are square. And a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig. If writers write, how come fingers don't fing. If the plural of tooth is teeth. Shouldn't the plural of phone booth be phone beeth, If the teacher taught, Why didn't the preacher praught. If a vegetarian eats vegetables. What the does a humanitarian eat? Why do people recite at a play, Yet play at a recital? Park on driveways and Drive on parkways. You have to marvel at the unique lunacy. Of a language where a house can burn up as it burns down. And in which you fill in a form by filling it out. And a bell is only heard once it goes! English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race (Which of course isn't a race at all) That is why when the stars are out they are visible, but when the lights are out they are invisible, and why it is that when I wind up my watch it starts, but when I wind up this observation, it ends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-113532064980350416?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/113532064980350416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=113532064980350416&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/113532064980350416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/113532064980350416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2005/12/englishizz-very-ffunnny-language.html' title='English..izz a very ffunnny language'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-113342285022669094</id><published>2005-11-30T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T05:24:49.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whatever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>Autobiography of a  l.o.s.e.r.</title><content type='html'>This is the life of a perfect loser.&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt even know what he's here for&lt;br /&gt;he's under pressure coz he has to do&lt;br /&gt;what others expect him to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he aint smart he thinks alot&lt;br /&gt;and askes himself what he wants&lt;br /&gt;but he'll never know the answer&lt;br /&gt;he'll never know what he's after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's weak and stupid&lt;br /&gt;coz no-one else seems to be interested&lt;br /&gt;every1 seems to have a plan&lt;br /&gt;they all know what they want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and misery loves company&lt;br /&gt;but hes miserable and alone&lt;br /&gt;she pretends to understand&lt;br /&gt;but really doesnt give a damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its only good when nothing is said and done&lt;br /&gt;and he free to run&lt;br /&gt;and im too small and weak&lt;br /&gt;and chances of my survival are bleak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people judge me and prophecise&lt;br /&gt;about my future coz they are wise&lt;br /&gt;they make mework coz they have to show&lt;br /&gt;they aint losers they always know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate my life&lt;br /&gt;but i cant die&lt;br /&gt;i have a fear&lt;br /&gt;what if they are right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please dont screw me anymore&lt;br /&gt;i hate crying now that ive grown&lt;br /&gt;sharp headaches and self restraint&lt;br /&gt;are too much for me to control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i understand madmen&lt;br /&gt;and think others are wierd&lt;br /&gt;maybe its me&lt;br /&gt;and my sorrow that i aint free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and theres nowhere i can go&lt;br /&gt;and i cant be a recluse&lt;br /&gt;i am their investment&lt;br /&gt;thats my biggest resentment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now these tears i cant hold&lt;br /&gt;maybe ive been a bit too bold&lt;br /&gt;love and emotion seem dumb excuses&lt;br /&gt;evrything is loved for its usage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm as useless as they come&lt;br /&gt;maybe some1 will love me for bein dumb&lt;br /&gt;till then im dead inside&lt;br /&gt;like a corpse in this world i reside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help me&lt;br /&gt;give me a simple life&lt;br /&gt;thought it has to be my mistake&lt;br /&gt;but blaming others is easier and better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have lost&lt;br /&gt;i'll be what you want me to&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was brave&lt;br /&gt;but i was just naive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why dos this voice inside say i cant change&lt;br /&gt;sentencing me to a lifetime of misery&lt;br /&gt;maybe its right&lt;br /&gt;help me i cant even think straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mehul Singh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally scripted by--criticroshan.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-113342285022669094?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/113342285022669094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=113342285022669094&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/113342285022669094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/113342285022669094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2005/11/autobiography-of-loser.html' title='Autobiography of a  l.o.s.e.r.'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-113212837914950411</id><published>2005-11-15T23:55:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T05:25:04.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>One..Metallica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/1600/metallica-one-immagine4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/200/metallica-one-immagine4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Can't Remember Anything&lt;br /&gt;Can't Tell If this Is True or Dream&lt;br /&gt;Deep down Inside I Feel to Scream&lt;br /&gt;this Terrible Silence Stops Me&lt;br /&gt;Now That the War Is Through with Me&lt;br /&gt;I'm Waking up I Can Not See&lt;br /&gt;That There Is Not Much Left of Me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Is Real but Pain Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death&lt;br /&gt;Oh Please God,wake Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the Womb its Much Too Real&lt;br /&gt;in Pumps Life That I must Feel&lt;br /&gt;but Can't Look Forward to Reveal&lt;br /&gt;Look to the Time When I'll Live&lt;br /&gt;Fed Through the Tube That Sticks in Me&lt;br /&gt;Just like a Wartime Novelty&lt;br /&gt;Tied to Machines That Make Me Be&lt;br /&gt;Cut this Life off from Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death&lt;br /&gt;Oh Please God,wake Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the World Is Gone I'm Just One&lt;br /&gt;Oh God,help Me&lt;br /&gt;Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death&lt;br /&gt;Oh Please God Help Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness Imprisoning Me All That I See&lt;br /&gt;Absolute Horror I Cannot Live I Cannot Die&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in Myself Body My Holding Cell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landmine Has Taken My Sight&lt;br /&gt;Taken My Speech Taken My Hearing Taken My Arms&lt;br /&gt;Taken My Legs Taken My Soul Left Me with Life in Hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;......contd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-113212837914950411?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/113212837914950411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=113212837914950411&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/113212837914950411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/113212837914950411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2005/11/onemetallica_15.html' title='One..Metallica'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-113212837683971486</id><published>2005-11-15T23:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T05:25:19.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trivia'/><title type='text'>One..Metallica..contd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/1600/metallica-one-immagine1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/320/metallica-one-immagine1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the best song by Metallica,&lt;br /&gt;The song talks about the protagonist of the book "Johnny Got His Gun", by Dalton Trumbo.&lt;br /&gt;The book was was published in 1939 and tells the story of a young, American soldier Joe Bonham, injured grievously on the last day of WWI. He loses his sight, speech &amp;amp; hearing and undergoes a quadruple amputation (both legs and arms). As a result, he literally becomes a vegetable,an animate object, alive, but unable to understand it. The people at the hospital where he's kept cannot communicate with him in any possible way, and he with them.&lt;br /&gt;The story is told from his perspective - he does not know what's happened to him, does not know where he is, even whether or not he's alive or dead - the only part of him still functioning properly, his brain, keeps trying to make sense of it all.Remember the song lyrics??I can’t remember anything&lt;br /&gt;Can’t tell if this is true or dream&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside I feel to scream&lt;br /&gt;This terrible silence stops me&lt;br /&gt;Now that the war is through with me&lt;br /&gt;I’m waking up I cannot see&lt;br /&gt;That there is not much left of me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is real but pain now...&lt;br /&gt;The video has clippings from the movie of the same name (and based on the book), which was released in 1971...at the height of the Vietnam War.&lt;br /&gt;The screenplay was written by Dalton Trumbo himself.&lt;br /&gt;I liked the song instantly when I heard it first. Later, I saw the video and it aroused my curiosity. And then when I discovered the facts, I was totally blown away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song marks the arriving of the band Metallica to become the Metal Loprds that they are..&lt;br /&gt;The song with intense vocals by James Hetfield, brilliant guitar solo by Kirk Hammett, but the thing that stands out the most is Mr. Lars Ulrich's drums beating harder, faster ..seems like all hell has broken loose..when Hetfield screams out "Darkness imprisoning me...."..its metal at its best&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-113212837683971486?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/113212837683971486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=113212837683971486&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/113212837683971486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/113212837683971486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2005/11/onemetallicacontd.html' title='One..Metallica..contd'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19019085.post-113212637658049912</id><published>2005-11-15T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T05:25:38.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whatever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intro'/><title type='text'>Tathastu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/1600/Tathastu.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4939/1874/400/Tathastu.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Tathastu U say?Bcoz, its my blog(Reason I). I dont want to be rude, but hey its my space, so please don't argue with me upon this. Reason II--I have grown on an overdose of BR Chopra's Mahabharata and Ramanand Sagar's Ramayana, and so yes, Televised Hindu Mythological Influences, you may say.Reason-III--the most important of the lot, I see in this one word, the essence of life, my life, your life and everyone's life--to get my desires and wishes fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;For all u who don't know what it means,and are tired of 'googling', 'Tathastu' is a Sanskrit word which means,'It shall be so, as you hope/wish'&lt;br /&gt;We all dream, don't we?Some of us in our sleep, some of us with our eyes open.Well I do dream at both the times.But my dreams in my sleeps are preoccupied with stuff that I don't want to discuss about.So, I'll rather discuss about those which I dream with my eyes open,which is aptly termed day-dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, once I start discussing about stuff like these, I wont b a personal person. I would have opened all Pandora's boxes for me. So, I'd rather stay silent, and stay happy, that my First Blog titled 'Tathastu' is my 'Vardaan'.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I can be very painfully confusing. Heck, that's the way I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19019085-113212637658049912?l=tathastu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/feeds/113212637658049912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19019085&amp;postID=113212637658049912&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/113212637658049912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19019085/posts/default/113212637658049912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tathastu.blogspot.com/2005/11/tathastu.html' title='Tathastu'/><author><name>D-Pop</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWF9i3Vzpac/SZoXovv_8MI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QPKNf55laGU/S220/vlc-1112744.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
