<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9304847</id><updated>2012-02-20T19:10:40.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colours of Madness</title><subtitle type='html'>My own not so personal space - Siggy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Siggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022347225900550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9304847.post-3359051996827934051</id><published>2010-07-26T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T01:33:29.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Dubstep?</title><content type='html'>For those of you wondering what dubstep is, here is a small description of what this form of music is all about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dubstep is a genre of electronic dance music. Its overall sound has been described as "tightly coiled productions with overwhelming bass lines and reverberant drum patterns, clipped samples, and occasional vocals".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earliest dubstep releases, which date back to 1999, were darker, more experimental, instrumental dub remixes of 2-step garage tracks attempting to incorporate the funky elements of breakbeat, or the dark elements of drum and bass into 2-step, which featured as B-sides of single releases. In 2001, this and other strains of dark garage music began to be showcased and promoted at London's club night Forward&gt;&gt;, which went on to be considerably influential to the development of dubstep. The term "dubstep" in reference to a genre of music began to be used by around 2002, by which time stylistic trends used in creating these remixes started to become more noticeable and distinct from 2-step and grime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my personal favorites are below hope you enjoy them, I have linked them to their youtube videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="post_message_2474946" class="postmessage"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D6pTSGvp7T8" target="_blank"&gt;Skream  - Midnight Request Line&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VEmM6vVFrao" target="_blank"&gt;Skream  - Rutten&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rNStVlJWy88" target="_blank"&gt;Benga  &amp;amp; Coki - Night&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aVpjPuzlvus" target="_blank"&gt;DMZ  - Anti-War Dub&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lUXQKppUAW4" target="_blank"&gt;Zomby  - Spliff Dub&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ZjbCkRJq44" target="_blank"&gt;Plastician  - Japan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cu8BVT5Yt2U" target="_blank"&gt;Plastician  featuring Skepta- Intensive Snare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0sdlQ7WauzE" target="_blank"&gt;Boxcutter  - Sunshine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0dqvswQlh1o" target="_blank"&gt;Parson  - Throw Some Ds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F48fc4THWZM" target="_blank"&gt;Benga  - Flame riddim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9304847-3359051996827934051?l=qrious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/feeds/3359051996827934051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9304847&amp;postID=3359051996827934051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/3359051996827934051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/3359051996827934051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-is-dubstep.html' title='What is Dubstep?'/><author><name>Siggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022347225900550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9304847.post-8345314100258840480</id><published>2010-07-26T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T01:09:48.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to blogging</title><content type='html'>Well it has been forever since i posted on my blog but i hope to be back to blogging and post on a regular basis starting now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone enjoys my blog :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9304847-8345314100258840480?l=qrious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/feeds/8345314100258840480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9304847&amp;postID=8345314100258840480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/8345314100258840480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/8345314100258840480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/2010/07/back-to-blogging.html' title='Back to blogging'/><author><name>Siggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022347225900550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9304847.post-8704922140195403769</id><published>2009-04-22T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T00:36:19.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake IPL Player Actual Names</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sheikh of Tweak - Shane Warne;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedophile Priest - Adam Gilchrist;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinnie Dildo - Sharukh Khan;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Almighty - Sourav Ganguly;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaan Moolo - Ajith Agarkar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Charles of Patiala - Yuvraj Singh;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appam Chuthiya - Sreeshanth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calypso King - Chris Gayle;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kishen Kanhaiyya - Ravi Shastri;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babli - Preity Zinta;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meera Bhai - Harbhajan Singh;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Sister - Shilpa Shetty;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little John - Ishant Sharma;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havaii Chappal - Greg Chapel;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Wrong - John Wright;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baja of Baroda - Anshuman Gaekwad;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junta Tormentor - Ajantha Mendis;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy Baddy babe - Mandira Bedi;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangla Tiger - Mashrafe Mortaza;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RDB - Randeep Bose;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ram - VVS Laxman;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bevdaa Team - Bangalore Royal Challengers;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Sister’s Team - Rajasthan Royals;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubblie’s Team - Punjab Kings XI;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatterjee Kaaku - The Old Guy from the Ad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9304847-8704922140195403769?l=qrious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/feeds/8704922140195403769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9304847&amp;postID=8704922140195403769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/8704922140195403769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/8704922140195403769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/2009/04/fake-ipl-player-actual-names.html' title='Fake IPL Player Actual Names'/><author><name>Siggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022347225900550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9304847.post-4920864105114807282</id><published>2009-04-08T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:49:38.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Life is a mystery... Life is Ironic... Life is Beautiful... Life is Hopeless... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Haven’t we all heard this over and over again. Well ya life is all that at different times for each and everyone. Life --------&gt; I keep wondering what it takes to take control of your life. Often we are stuck in situations where no matter how much we like to take control of life, life screws us up and pulls us a long way down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am a very passionate guy anything I like I will do it putting my heart and soul into it. If I don’t like something, there is no way anyone can get me to do it. But I think that’s my biggest drawback. No matter how much you avoid doing things you do not like you will have to do it. Be it your job, or be it the commitments to a loved one, our family or our friends, or be it just cleaning up after a wild party. The little things that we need to do even though we don’t like it can cause a lot of problems. Ignoring these little things can be the main reason for any problem that we face in our day to day life. I have learnt it the hard way. I know now that there are some things that you just got to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How much can one take is an interesting question, I personally don’t know how much more I can take. Life over the past 6 months or so has been a living hell. Betrayal of Friends, Work Pressures, Broken Promises, and plenty more reasons to make me feel life is not worth living for. But its funny how people can derive a sadistic pleasure when they find out the life of another person is worse than yours. I have seen plenty of this over the past 6 months. People look at me and say I m a looser, I am useless, I am good for nothing, even say I can’t even take control of my life. Well to all those people all I have to say is, “Think what you want!!!!” I seriously don’t give a damn to what you people have to say, every time people call me a looser I feel the need to win. Every time people say I am useless, I want to do something more useful. They feed the fire within me to outperform myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know every little step that I have taken over the past 6 months has only taken me back two steps. But I will win in this Game of Life. I will show the world who is boss. Yes life is unpredictable. Yes life is Ironic. But the tables will turn and these 6 months has made me stronger. Millions don’t have the experience that I have had; many have not seen the bad side of life. But I am grateful to Life for showing me the tougher side because now there is no stopping me. I will grow no matter how many obstacles, I will do things that no one has done before. People who have achieved great things in life were often ridiculed, So thank you people who stepped on me, thank you people who made me cry, thank you people for ruining things for me, Thank you people because you have made me who I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not everyone wants to ensure that your life is a misery, not everyone derives pleasure in your sadness, not everyone wants to see you fall, and those are the people who truly care about us. I am sure I would not have survived this tough time without these few people, the love of my life, my parents and a few of my friends, without whom I would not be here today. I know the tough times has not passed, but I am sure the tables will turn and I am sure Life will Rooooooooock Again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If your life is a wreck and people step on you be grateful to them because they are the ones who help you in becoming the true individual who will live by the tough time and cherish the happy times. Only if you undergo pain and suffering you will know the true value of success and happiness. Lets live our lives the way we want to and just don’t care about the people who try to change you. You are the Best only when you believe in yourself. Believe and Achieve!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9304847-4920864105114807282?l=qrious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/feeds/4920864105114807282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9304847&amp;postID=4920864105114807282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/4920864105114807282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/4920864105114807282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-and-people.html' title='Life and People'/><author><name>Siggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022347225900550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9304847.post-5195547249342012322</id><published>2008-01-08T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T01:41:46.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self(less)ish Love - Myth or Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wats happening with you all? I ve joined JWT an Advertising gency in their Client Servising Department from recently. My job is interesting, meeting loads of people chilling out and loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ve been wondering wat my next post is gonna be. Until finally here I am to sit and write this blog. Donno wat I am gonna write but hope it turns out to be fun read. WE just cant stop loving the ones we loved. Be it friends who betrayed you or be it our ex bf or gf's. We care and continue to care. But wat about this other set of people who dont. Are there people who cant care. I really donno. Let me narrate a few incidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine still continued to stay in touch with her ex bf. She did truly love him but due to various reasons they split. After they split they continued to talk to eachother on and off and also meet him once in a while. when she wanted someting she knew h Everytime she needed any help he was always theree would always be there.Too many times he has gone out of the world to get things done for her and one day when they were talking about money he says, "If I were to calculate everything that I ve spent on you then you ll ve to pay me in thousands" Immediately my friend reacts and says fine I ll give you all the cash. Wat is it with people and settling accounts. Wat about the time and the love shown by the person can you repay that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is this other friend of mine who loves his ex-gf even though it has been over a year sinsce they broke up and still talks to her almost every day. Every time they talk they fight. that was the reason they broke up i guess. but despite all the fights this guy manages to do anything that the gal wants and the gal sweetly says why dont you ditch me. "Come on" wat is wrong with her. How can he ditch her? If its reverse psychology that this gal is playing on its really stupid. Wat is she trying to prove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love these days have started to become very selfish. I need you in my life cos I need this from you. Okie if you want that I ll give you that but you gotta give me this. Isnt love supposed to be selfless. Its really wierd how love works as a weapon for people to use the ones who truly love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I d like to take this chance to say, " Never cheat anyone in the name of love, If you really love someone tell them noe that you love them if they understand Good for them if they dont then good for you. Just Live your life." Dont waste time on people who take you fro granted. Give life your best shot. Love Get Hurt and still continue to Love. One day everyone will find love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I believe one thing for everything you give you ll get back so give what you want back and never be selfish. It is really amazing to see the person you love smile. No matter how many times people hurt you still continue to love them. Life will Roooooooooock!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Smiling!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9304847-5195547249342012322?l=qrious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/feeds/5195547249342012322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9304847&amp;postID=5195547249342012322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/5195547249342012322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/5195547249342012322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/2008/01/selflessish-love-myth-or-reality.html' title='Self(less)ish Love - Myth or Reality'/><author><name>Siggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022347225900550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9304847.post-3439981523491263419</id><published>2007-09-19T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T08:52:34.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Future!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here I go again after a really looooooooong time… So how ve all of you been…  A lot has happened… I ve learnt to give up on somethings…tried for certain other things and failed miserably in many things… but all is not that bad… I ve a nice job, working with Tribal DDB as a media planner…don’t ask me wat it is cos I ve been trying to figure that out myself… In simple words I just decide where to advertise and where not to advertise. I ve a team under me and I ve my clients and basically I make sure everything goes well and my clients are happy. Enough of my job… I got an awesome bike… I just picked up the Bajaj Avenger 2 months back… love my ride… I got a decent salary… one thing is missing though and that’s a gal friend… nah I aint desperate… cos I got awesome friends who would always cheer me up whenever I feel low. I just am having a chilled out life working my ass off from Monday to Friday and chilling out at mocha on weekends… I ve not been able to meet all my friends because I get held up with shit. I m sorry to all of u. Its not like I mean to not meet up just that I get held up with shit… Particularly Sandeep really sorry man haven’t been able to catch up with u at all.. either ur busy or I am busy. Will definitely catch up with u soon buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well love life has been off the hook… other than the times when I miss Lady Diana (I m not allowed to use her name) I did have a few crushes in the past few months. Well nothing really went forward.. honestly everyone has been saying I m too perfect and that they are not good enough form me.. Damn honestly people I aint perfect… I m just an ordinary guy… If u just say such a thing to be polite please don’t… just say Siggy you are a bastard I can never even imagine being with a guy like you and I would be really happy about it… besides I m the one who has to decide whether u r good for me or not… anyways… life goes on and I m single… *yawn* boring to be single… Hey world me ready to mingle… For those of u saying man this guy is desperate…”get a life” cos as Raghav Sings, “We all need some loving some kissing and huggin…” awryt guess I ve bored u all enough through this post… so I ll be back to bore u more in my next blog…until then…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is Siggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Signing out!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I d love to read comments from u folks but seriously don’t leave anonymous posting cos if u ve anything to say , pls say it on my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9304847-3439981523491263419?l=qrious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/feeds/3439981523491263419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9304847&amp;postID=3439981523491263419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/3439981523491263419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/3439981523491263419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-to-future.html' title='Back to the Future!!!'/><author><name>Siggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022347225900550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9304847.post-8168822073802594236</id><published>2007-01-26T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T20:21:35.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firenship is Everyhting!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ve always believed that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life is all about of love..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was right it is about love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not of your beloved..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but of your friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I learnt this the hard way... I always that my ex-gf took away all my friends but that is not true I Never payed attention to my friends they all walked away because i was too bothered trying to spend time with her.. I liked being with her and thats why i thought friends will stay.. they did stay and yeah they still are right here for me... just that i ve not been willing to see that until lately..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I met my gal i thought she is my life, I went out of the world to do things for my baby.. Until one fine day she says its all over... she says its not ur fault at all its mine... I like a fool run behind her like a mad idiot... only to find out that she is blowing me off little by little... Just when i thought i ve no one i start getting my friends back one by one.. each one tells me how much they care and now i feel i ve found a reason to live.. Not Love...But Friendship...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I m not Mr. Perfect I am a person with a million mistakes.. and i m sure i would ve hurt all of u guys in some way or another and i would have lied to you atleast ones and u would vc known i m lieing and still shut up and listened to my lies.. I m sorry for all that.. I am sorry for hurting each one of u in some way or the other.. Thanks for being there guys... You all mean a lot to me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Luv&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Siggy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9304847-8168822073802594236?l=qrious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/feeds/8168822073802594236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9304847&amp;postID=8168822073802594236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/8168822073802594236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/8168822073802594236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/2007/01/firenship-is-everyhting.html' title='Firenship is Everyhting!!!'/><author><name>Siggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022347225900550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9304847.post-116970349730439653</id><published>2007-01-24T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T21:38:32.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screaming of a Broken Heart!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;A boy met a gal, so innocent and true, &lt;br /&gt;He fell in love and she fell in love too,&lt;br /&gt;He was scared to tell his life which was Hell,&lt;br /&gt;Until One Day She found out the truth,&lt;br /&gt;The Boy had a past that was crazy as can be,&lt;br /&gt;The Gal said bye without thinking for a jiffy,&lt;br /&gt;The Guy did confess to everything she asked,&lt;br /&gt;He tried telling her his love is something that will Last,&lt;br /&gt;But she could not trust him for  anything anymore,&lt;br /&gt;What is Love without any Trust,&lt;br /&gt;But is it possible to win back that trust,&lt;br /&gt;Love cant be forced, but can Love come back,&lt;br /&gt;He does not know if it will happen,&lt;br /&gt;All he can do is sit there and wait,&lt;br /&gt;The Guy is waiting with arms open wide,&lt;br /&gt;As he watches his gal drifting away,&lt;br /&gt;He tries to stay close, but nothing really works,&lt;br /&gt;The Harder he tries the farther she goes,&lt;br /&gt;Donno what to do, Cause he doesn’t wanna loose,&lt;br /&gt;But what can he do when the gal just cant see&lt;br /&gt;What a great guy this crazy guy can be,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering who he is.. That crazy boy is Me,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that someday soon She would come back to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv&lt;br /&gt;Siggy&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9304847-116970349730439653?l=qrious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/feeds/116970349730439653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9304847&amp;postID=116970349730439653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/116970349730439653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/116970349730439653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/2007/01/screaming-of-broken-heart.html' title='Screaming of a Broken Heart!!!'/><author><name>Siggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022347225900550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9304847.post-113565790091723356</id><published>2005-12-26T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T20:31:40.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hi Friends,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am setting out to write my Blog after ages and I am only grateful to having gone to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CIT 76 Friendship Meet&lt;/span&gt; for this….&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This Christmas was like none other, I definitely had the time of my life. My Dad told me that he is having a re-union of his &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Coimbatore Institute of Technology (CIT) 1976 Batch&lt;/span&gt;. He said it was gonna take place at Mayajaal Resorts. Initially I thought, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;“A Re-union of old people after 29 years”, “That is so Dumb”, “What am I gonna do in a place for boring old people” “I don’t wanna spend my Christmas in this fashion” &lt;/span&gt;After so many Negative thoughts clouded my mind this friend of my Dad came home and said that he needed my help in organising stuff for the Re-union. I was wondering what this guy wanted me to do in an Oldies Party. He told me that there are going to be lot of Kids, People my age and the wives of all the CITians of the 76 Batch. This kind of made me curious to know as to what kind of help he wanted. He told me that my dad had told him about me being able to organise stuff easily, so he wanted me to organise the whole thing. For a second there I thought I was dreaming. ME gonna organise a party…. Yippie… Acting as though I was not excited I said, “&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alright Uncle I’ll Do it&lt;/span&gt;”(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Like I don’t wanna do it…Lol&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here started the fun filled trips to Mayajaal, I had to go to Mayajaal thrice first time to interact with the manager of the Resort and check out details about where is what done there. The next rip was to finalize the cost for each room and food for all the guests. The third time to check out the preparations. I had the chance to arrange a MC for conducting the various sessions in the Schedule that I had planned out, a DJ for the party at Night and a Magician to entertain the kids.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So here is where the Action Starts:&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is the 25&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Morning, I start at 4 in the Morning and I have to go to Egmore station with my Dad to get some People and send them to Mayajaal, There where 3 trains in which people where coming 5:00, 5:30, 6:30 respectively, Finally by 7 me and my dad managed to put everyone in Cabs and send them off to Mayajaal. WE come back home pick up my mom and set out to Mayajaal. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mayajaal’s On-Shore Resort, lovely place has beautiful cottage style rooms, So after Checking In we have breakfast I go around trying to socialize and finally met some really nice People, First there was Varun who is in his 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; Year Bio-Technology at SRM Engg College, the there was this girl Pooja who just finished her Bachelors in Communication in Australia, and finally there was Prabhu who is Pooja’s brother who is in the 11&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Grade. The 4 of us were kinda stuck with each other throughout the 2 Days.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After making friends there was the first session where everyone went as a family and introduced themselves. This was really a fun filled session especially because all the parents were like pulling each others legs just as how we do in our colleges, this definitely taught me one thing and that would be, “&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Age doesn’t matter, all that matters is the wonderful thing in life known as FRIENDSHIP&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After that the four of us left to Mayajaal where we played bowling like Mad and enjoyed ourselves to the core… After getting totally exhausted we left back to the resort for a well deserved Meal.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once Lunch was over we left to the Sports club and started to play Pool and after playing pool for 3 hours(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I know this would make a lot of my friends Jealous but isn’t that why I am stressing on 3 Hours…lol&lt;/span&gt;) we returned back to the resort for tea and just chilled out for a while and then the fun began again where the kids enjoyed the Magic Show. WE as usual hung out in the back row making fun of different people and having a Ball…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then we had Dinner followed by some performances by different people especially by the Kids. It was fun to watch the kids singing their Nursery Rhymes and Dancing for different songs… I too joined in the Fun by singing my personal Favourite “&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nothing’s Gonna Change My Love For You&lt;/span&gt;” and also proclaiming to the world that I am Single(lol) It was appreciated a lot by all the people I suppose I would have gotten more appreciation If I sung a Nursery Rhyme but anyways I had fun making a fool of myself… Then the real party started by 10:30 where People had 3 Options&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="1" type="1"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Watch&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a Movie      in Mayajaal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Drink like MAD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Party like Crazy&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I being a Crazy creature decide to Party like Crazy, And as the DJ was playing we just Danced the Night away, Time played spoil sport in the Party as before I knew it, it was already 5:30 AM so all of totally exhausted went back to our rooms for some nice rest and then took a Shower and got out for Coffee.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;December 26&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; was going to be different today after breakfast we proceeded to Dakshina Chitra, for those of you who do not know what this place is it is a place full of houses in different forms of South Indian Architecture. IT may sound boring to some of you but it was certainly a great place to Chill out with my new Buddies. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After spending the morning at Dakshina Chitra we left to a Beach House near Mutukadu where we had our lunch and also celebrated Pooja’s Birthday. I wish it was my Birthday but anyways I am sure she would always remember this birthday of hers. After spending some time Chilling out at the beach, I returned back home cherishing each and every moment that I spent in the 2 Days all because of CIT 76 Batch.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not sure if I will be having a Re-union of my college mates after 25 years, But I definitely hope that all of you reading this, should definitely meet up and do something like this, I am sure we will all have a ball…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Until Next Time It’s GoodBye From ME&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Astalavista Baby…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh Yeah, Belated Christmas Wishes and Advance New Year Wishes to All of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9304847-113565790091723356?l=qrious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/feeds/113565790091723356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9304847&amp;postID=113565790091723356' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/113565790091723356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/113565790091723356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-bash.html' title='The Christmas Bash'/><author><name>Siggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022347225900550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9304847.post-111357031052123992</id><published>2005-04-15T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T06:05:10.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eschew Obfuscation</title><content type='html'>Hi Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been reaaaaaaly long since I have written a blog, but now that my college is over I am hoping to write more often. Since I was terribly bored today I thought of finding out some Oxymorons and try to put it together as a story. So totally jobless Siggy set out to make a Story which is given below:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pretty ugly&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;awfully nice&lt;/span&gt; boy. He had a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;home office&lt;/span&gt; where he used &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Advanced Basic&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;effective compassion&lt;/span&gt; to earn his livelihood. He lived in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Virtual Reality&lt;/span&gt; not caring about the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Unbelievably Real&lt;/span&gt; world. He was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;alone in a crowd&lt;/span&gt; until he met a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;poor rich&lt;/span&gt; girl. Due to the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;opposite attraction&lt;/span&gt; between the two an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;incredibly real&lt;/span&gt; relationship had blossomed. But because of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bad Luck&lt;/span&gt; the girl had a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tremendously small&lt;/span&gt; tumor that was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;severely killing&lt;/span&gt; the girl until one day she died. The boy was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;living dead&lt;/span&gt;, taking life slowly until his &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;traumatic bonding&lt;/span&gt; made the boy &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;completely destroyed&lt;/span&gt; and take a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;certain risk&lt;/span&gt; and become an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ethical hacker&lt;/span&gt; and returned to his &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;virtually real&lt;/span&gt; world. Hope you liked my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bitterly Sweet&lt;/span&gt; and short story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I managed to confuse all you people atleast to some extent with my Oxymorons and by the way for those of you who didn’t understand the meaning of the title “Eschew Obfuscation” it means &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Avoid Confusing&lt;/span&gt;…..lol… ha ha ha Bye n Take Care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya in my next Blog!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv&lt;br /&gt;Siggy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9304847-111357031052123992?l=qrious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/feeds/111357031052123992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9304847&amp;postID=111357031052123992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/111357031052123992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/111357031052123992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/2005/04/eschew-obfuscation.html' title='Eschew Obfuscation'/><author><name>Siggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022347225900550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9304847.post-110965771369314580</id><published>2005-02-28T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T22:15:13.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships ! ! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi People,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like letting out a couple of bad experiences that happened lately so here it is. Recently I have been having lots of problems especially relating to girls. These set of events are starting to cause problems in relationships with not only that particular girl but also among friends. On one side there is this one girl who goes around accusing me that I am trying to get her to propose to me and on the other side this other girl who walks into my house and starts a fight with my mom. All around my name has been getting destroyed to the core. (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Like I give a Damn&lt;/span&gt;) But what is really pissing me off is the fact that a whole lot of my friends do not trust me. Relationships are built on Trust. But when the trust starts to fail relationships get trashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of writing this blog just to share my personal experiences but now I want make it a little informative. Come to think of it we build relationships in a lot of places. If you ask me my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Barber&lt;/span&gt; knows a lot of things about me and he doesn’t even have to ask me what to do he starts off clipping and talking about various events in my life and topics that I like. I know everyone who serves me my coffee at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Barista&lt;/span&gt; and I actually know a couple of them inside out. Like this there are so many people we build relationships with. You may try to say they are only trying to get money from us and is their jobs but this relationship is the reason we do not go to any other outlet for coffee or any other barber for a haircut. This is what is known as &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Customer Relationship Management&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway I guess Life acts in mysterious ways and we just have to take one day at a Time. So lets &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rock On…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9304847-110965771369314580?l=qrious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/feeds/110965771369314580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9304847&amp;postID=110965771369314580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/110965771369314580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/110965771369314580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/2005/03/relationships.html' title='Relationships ! ! !'/><author><name>Siggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022347225900550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9304847.post-110835698278989973</id><published>2005-02-13T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T20:56:22.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing India</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hey Friends, Its been Really long since my last post. Too much work would be a bad excuse for this. I was just too lazy I guess so am posting again. Hope you enjoy reading this blog about our gr8 country. I am sure this Blog Will make you feel proud of Our Nation. Below are Some incredible facts about our country...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;India never invaded any country in her last 10,000 years of history. Mahatma Gandhi and Mother Teresa, the Saint of Calcutta as she was called, are considered the greatest apostles of peace of the twentieth century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concept of the number zero was created in India by the sage Aryabhatta. The place value system and the decimal system were also developed in India in about 100 B.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world's first University was established in Takshashila in about 700 B.C. More than 10,500 students from all over the world studied more than 60 subjects. The University of Nalanda built in the 4th century C.E. was one of the great achievements of ancient India in the field of education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When many cultures were still nomadic forest and grassland dwellers over 5,000 years ago, India had an established Harappan culture in Sindh valley known as the Indus Valley Civilisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Steel was invented in India before 1000 B.C. Many varieties of steel were made and characterised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;According to the Geological Institute of America, up until 1896, India was the only source of diamonds to the world. Kohinoor, the jewel in the crown of the British monarch, is from India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ayurveda is the earliest school of medicine known to mankind. Charaka, the father of medicine, consolidated Ayurveda 2500 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art of navigation was developed on the river Sindh 6,000 years ago. The very word navigation is derived from the Sanskrit word "nav gatih". The word "navy" is also derived from Sanskrit "nou".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If i were to give more facts this site just wont be sufficient so lets all be happy as we are privileged to be a part of this Country. Pls Send in your Comments about this Blog...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Valentines Day to all you Love Birds out There!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Luv&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Siggy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9304847-110835698278989973?l=qrious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/feeds/110835698278989973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9304847&amp;postID=110835698278989973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/110835698278989973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/110835698278989973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/2005/02/amazing-india.html' title='Amazing India'/><author><name>Siggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022347225900550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9304847.post-110532584388125283</id><published>2005-01-09T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T18:57:23.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Pongal is all about?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The great diversity of Indian religious beliefs and the varied cultured traditions of the different states are very interesting and this is seen in the festival of Pongal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;May the pot of prosperity boil over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;May the Pongal that we cook,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The fragrance of turmeric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The taste of sugarcane,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Ginger and honey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Bring the joy of Pongal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;into our homes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;May the blessings of the Sun God flood our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With many other verses like this the people of Tamil Nadu greet the great festival of Pongal celebrated all over the South as Makar Sankranti, in Tamil Nadu it has an additional significance as Pongal welcomes the occasion of the incoming harvest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This festival of Pongal falls in the month of January after the winter solistice and as such this Pongal festival marks the favourable course of the Sun. It is a three-day festival and the fourth day is a day for outdoors and excursions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day is celebrated as the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BHOGI PONGAL&lt;/span&gt; and is usually meant for domestic activities and of being together with the family members. This first day is celebrated in honour of Lord Indra, the supreme ruler of clouds that give rains. Homage is paid to Lord Indra for the abundance of harvest, thereby bringing plenty and prosperity to the land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day of Pongal is known as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SURYA PONGAL&lt;/span&gt; and is dedicated to the Sun God. On this day the granaries are full, sun shines brightly, trees are in full bloom, bird-songs resound in the air and hearts overflow with happiness that get translated into colourful and joyous celebrations. A plank is placed on the ground and Kolam designs are drawn on its sides. In the centre of the plank is drawn a large figure of the Sun God with his effulgent rays. The "&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Puja&lt;/span&gt;" of the Sun God starts after the auspicious moment of the birth of the new month THAI. Prayers are rendered to the Sun God to seek his benedictions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word '&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pongal&lt;/span&gt;' literally has two connotations. Firstly it is the name of the special dish cooked on this day and secondly the word "&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Ponga&lt;/span&gt;" means "&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;boil&lt;/span&gt;". So the word 'Pongal' means that which is overflowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The THIRD day is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MATTU PONGAL&lt;/span&gt; which is the festival of cattle. To the village people cow, the giver of milk and the bull which draws the plough in the fields are very valuable and therefore the farmers honour their dumb friends by celebrating it as a day of thanks-giving to them. The cattle are washed, their horns are painted and covered with shining metal caps. Multi-coloured beads, tinkling bells, sheafs of corn and flower garlands are tied around their necks. They are fed with pongal and taken to the village centres. The resounding of their bells attract the villagers as the young men race each other's cattle. The entire atmosphere becomes festive and full of fun and revelry. Big commotion is seen when the game &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Manji Virattu"&lt;/span&gt; starts in which groups of young men chase the running bulls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Advance Pongal Wishes to All of You!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://geocities.com/qrious85/pongal.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9304847-110532584388125283?l=qrious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/feeds/110532584388125283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9304847&amp;postID=110532584388125283' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/110532584388125283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/110532584388125283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-pongal-is-all-about.html' title='What Pongal is all about?'/><author><name>Siggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022347225900550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9304847.post-110491678055787016</id><published>2005-01-05T01:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T01:22:33.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Media - "Good or Bad"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Tsunami has ended, numerous lives were lost; It has indeed been a sad day for all of us. But what is even more sad is the attitude of the media with regard to this issue. Irrespective of all the hi-tech gadgets and modern equipments they were still not able to get any pictures of the tsunami hitting the coast. But all they have done is got footage of people weeping, dead bodies and the devastations caused by the tsunami and trying to show the aftereffects of the tsunami and romanticizing the whole issue. What rights do these people in the media have to go and get footage of people in such weird situations and try to market their channels. I would consider peeping Toms as better people than these attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you an example; I had gone to one of the relief camps to help some of the people who were affected by the tsunami, there a popular television channel reporter happened to drop by. What he did was really shocking he went looking around for people crying in the camps and went and said, “&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Innum nalla Azunga, appadi na than Cameralla nalla Varum&lt;/span&gt;” and “&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Maa unnaku nalla Azha theriyala ne oorama poi nillu&lt;/span&gt;” and “&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Ayya neengal ellam thalaiyula Kai vachuttu nillunga&lt;/span&gt;”. My blood started to so I went straight to him and asked him, “&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you know anything about Media Ethics&lt;/span&gt;” and ”&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Are you not Human Beings?&lt;/span&gt;” and guess what happens next I get kicked out of the relief camp for rude behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mean to say that all media people are bad but people like them do give a bad name to the profession that is respected all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My deepest condolences to the lives lost during the Tsunami, but please remember that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nature cant be fought against!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9304847-110491678055787016?l=qrious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/feeds/110491678055787016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9304847&amp;postID=110491678055787016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/110491678055787016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/110491678055787016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/2005/01/media-good-or-bad.html' title='Media - &quot;Good or Bad&quot;'/><author><name>Siggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022347225900550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9304847.post-110286172456930215</id><published>2004-12-12T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T06:28:44.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Love Only</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Throughout the history of mankind, we as a world culture have made love out to be mysterious, complex, difficult, and indefinable. It’s the subject of endless poems and literary works. There is an enormous amount of material available out there about love, a lot of it contradictory. To me Love is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love is perfect, love is kind&lt;br /&gt;It isn't just a peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;Love is something you need to give&lt;br /&gt;It is something you need to live&lt;br /&gt;Love is also very unique&lt;br /&gt;Love is great, love is loyal&lt;br /&gt;It isn't something rotten or spoiled&lt;br /&gt;Love can be love, love can be liked&lt;br /&gt;To love as in use, it isn't right&lt;br /&gt;Love can be friendship or husband and wife&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship of love, you give your advice&lt;br /&gt;Love can be happy, love can be sad&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean to love is bad&lt;br /&gt;To love someone can be such great pleasure&lt;br /&gt;It’s what makes you and her one hell of a treasure&lt;br /&gt;Love of course has its ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;But, that doesn't mean that it's not around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these days Love is being used as a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;weapon&lt;/span&gt; by both guys and girls who just don’t understand the pain that one undergoes when there is a break in the relationship. Love these days is being triggered by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;financial&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sexual&lt;/span&gt; emotions rather than true inner feelings. Well if you wanna love someone all you gotta do is be loyal. But there is also this simple thing that one has to think before falling in love, cause you have gotta fall in love with someone you cannot live without and not the one who you can live with. I am not saying there is no true love these days. &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I know of this girl whose name I do not wanna mention who was in love with this guy for the past 6 years and married him only this September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am no excuse to this; I too have faced the bitter feeling s that one experiences after a relationship breakage. My ex- girlfriend had a pretty good excuse to break up with me, “I don’t Like your mom she said” (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A very valid excuse I must say&lt;/span&gt;) But I thought she was in love with me not with my mom (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don’t give a damn though&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is not just my problem but a lot of people just don’t understand that &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Love is not meant to be played with. &lt;/span&gt;If you have anything to say about this both positive and negative please feel free to enter your comments. Anonymous comments also welcome.  Cya in my Next Blog!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9304847-110286172456930215?l=qrious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/feeds/110286172456930215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9304847&amp;postID=110286172456930215' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/110286172456930215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/110286172456930215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/2004/12/love-and-love-only.html' title='Love and Love Only'/><author><name>Siggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022347225900550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9304847.post-110273342531377456</id><published>2004-12-10T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T19:31:19.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Donald Rumsfeld </title><content type='html'>Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld attempted to boost troop morale today. Here is an excerpt of an article that appeared in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The New York Times&lt;/span&gt; under the headline "&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Troops' Queries Leave Rumsfeld on the Defensive&lt;/span&gt;," by Eric Schmitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Rumsfeld, seemingly caught off guard by the sharp questioning, responded that the military was producing extra armor for Humvees and trucks as fast as possible, but that the soldiers would have to cope with equipment shortages. "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You go to war with the Army you have, not theArmy you might want or wish to have at a later time&lt;/span&gt;," he said.Specialist Thomas Wilson, a scout with a Tennessee National Guard unit set to roll into Iraq this week, was the first to step forward, saying that soldiers had had to scrounge through landfills here for pieces of rusty scrap metal and bulletproof glass - what they called "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hillbilly armor&lt;/span&gt;" - to bolt to their trucks."&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why don't we have those resources readily available to us?&lt;/span&gt;" Specialist Wilson asked Mr. Rumsfeld, drawing cheers and applause from many of the 2,300 soldiers assembled in a cavernous hangar here to meet the secretary.A few minutes later, a soldier from the Idaho National Guard's 116th Armored Cavalry Brigade asked Mr. Rumsfeld what he and the Army were doing "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to address shortages and antiquated equipment&lt;/span&gt;" that will affect National Guard soldiers heading to Iraq.Mr. Rumsfeld seemed taken aback by the question and a murmur began spreading through the ranks before he silenced it. "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now, settle down, settle down,&lt;/span&gt;" he said. "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hell, I'm an old man, it's early in the morning and I'm gathering my thoughts here.&lt;/span&gt;"Mr. Rumsfeld, 72, said all organizations had equipment, materials and spare parts of different vintages, but he expressed confidence that Army leaders were assigning the newest and best equipment to the troops headed for combat who needed it most. He said adding more armor to trucks and battle equipment did not make them impervious to enemy attack. "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You can have all the armor in the world on a tank and a tank can be blown up&lt;/span&gt;," he said. "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And you can have an up-armored Humvee and it can be blown up&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: What a way to boost morale! In essence, Rumsfeld was saying that since most of you are going to be wounded or die in the quagmire of Iraq anyway, they are trying to achieve this result as cheaply as possible as a result of their poor planning. Maybe if the Defense Department and White House would have planned this unnecessary war better, and accounted for variables such as a prolonged insurrection and bitter Iraqi civilian attitudes toward the U.S. Military, then they wouldn't have what could amount to a muntiny on their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to Dick Cheney, Paul Wolfowitz, and, of course, the old man, Donald Rumsfeld!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9304847-110273342531377456?l=qrious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/feeds/110273342531377456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9304847&amp;postID=110273342531377456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/110273342531377456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/110273342531377456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/2004/12/donald-rumsfeld.html' title='Donald Rumsfeld '/><author><name>Siggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022347225900550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9304847.post-110247946506162207</id><published>2004-12-07T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T20:20:10.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Crazy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Qwikys coffee pub was the talk of the town when it set itself up in sterling road(&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Right down the road from my College&lt;/span&gt;) some years back. Though the idea of a coffee pub is a borrowed concept, it was new to Chennaites who were eager to find a place to hang out, rather than the beach and the park. Later on, "Free entry and exit" permitted Barista and coffee day to enter the market and share the profits. Coffee Day, Qwikys, Barista, Star Bucks have penetrated the market and is reaching out to the public and are making money big time. For college students in particular it is almost a status symbol to go to these joints. A coffee which can be bought for Rs.5 at Nescafe outlets can be bought for anything from Rs.35 to Rs.160 by just changing its name to “&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Cappuccino&lt;/span&gt;” and a cold coffee which can be bought for Rs.7 is sold for anything from Rs.40 to Rs.180 and called as “&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Mochachillo&lt;/span&gt;” or “&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Frappe&lt;/span&gt;”. I must admit some of these coffees are very tasty but the hefty price tag is an issue which needs to be taken into account. The price might not be a bother to everyone but most of us college students can take our lunch for 3 days in our college canteen instead of spending Rs.80 for one coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/qrious85/coffee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the case of Chennai alone, in all the metros and in places like Bangalore, Goa, Hydrebad these outlets are enjoying big money from students. If you think at least small cities are spared --- NO. At this rate they will reach these cities and even towns within the next 3 Years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people do not sell just coffees, they sell status and this status is bought by us the college students. I am no exception to these so called cool joints to hang out. I frequent these places almost twice in a week. You would be almost surprised to know that I know every person who serves me my coffee. They come to me and ask me “Just the usual right”. They know very well that I take a “&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Frappe&lt;/span&gt;” and a “&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Chilly Cheese Toast&lt;/span&gt;” and as for my bill Rs.45 for my Frappe and Rs.25 for my Chilly Cheese Toast so that’s Rs.70 and here is the tricky part there is a 7% Service Charge for the bill but I get it without the service charge cause I am a regular Customer. So I spend Rs.140 in a Week that comes to Rs.560 in a month (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is the Minimum&lt;/span&gt;). So if we take an average and I spend Rs.600 in a month then that is Rs.7200 in a year (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whoa I never knew I was spending so much&lt;/span&gt;) My pocket money is Rs.1500 a month so if I am spending Rs.600 for Coffee then 40% of my pocket money is spent on Coffee (I should stop going to these Places, Man these guys cheat you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all I am asking you to do is think about it, &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;“Is all that coffee worth it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not wholly my idea, I got this crazy idea of writing this blog after talking with Manoj about places to hang out, So I hope he’ll have some gr8 points to add to this blog so please do add in your comments and Check out the Comment section in my Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya in my next Blog, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Blogging!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9304847-110247946506162207?l=qrious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/feeds/110247946506162207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9304847&amp;postID=110247946506162207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/110247946506162207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/110247946506162207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/2004/12/coffee-crazy.html' title='Coffee Crazy!!!'/><author><name>Siggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022347225900550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9304847.post-110197965685121149</id><published>2004-11-26T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T02:02:04.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name on Indian Express</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hey Friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some amazing news my name got published in the &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Indian Express&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dated 27th November-City Express Chennai Edition&lt;/span&gt;)as the Layout Designer of &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Oikonomikos 2004&lt;/span&gt;. I really didn’t think they would give a special mention to the Designer. I guess they too liked my designs. (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Woooow!!!)&lt;/span&gt; That’s it for now catch ya in my next Blog. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9304847-110197965685121149?l=qrious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/feeds/110197965685121149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9304847&amp;postID=110197965685121149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/110197965685121149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/110197965685121149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/2004/11/name-on-indian-express.html' title='Name on Indian Express'/><author><name>Siggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022347225900550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9304847.post-110197921449826972</id><published>2004-11-26T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T02:00:58.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oikonomikos Release</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was the release of &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Oikonomikos 2004&lt;/span&gt;. (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The annual magazine by the department of Economics Loyola College&lt;/span&gt;) Why was I so hyped up about it? Simple, I had done the layout. I wanted to know what everyone thought about my designs in the magazine. The layout had come out well atleast to my knowledge, yet I was no exemption to the tension that creeps up on every one. The function began with the prayer song (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh why don’t you just release the damn magazine&lt;/span&gt;) I simply couldn’t stand the tension. (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The fun part is I of all people was so anxious&lt;/span&gt;) Then the magazine was released following the welcome address. I was filled with extreme joy because this was my first layout and it had been released (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Finally a little drop of tension&lt;/span&gt;) Now the principal came out to speak he said, “&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I really love this magazine not only for its content but also for its layout&lt;/span&gt;” (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wow Relax dude, I told myself&lt;/span&gt;) “It is of International Standards, I am really impressed.” (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I had definitely made the principal jump in his seats&lt;/span&gt;) Honestly speaking I can’t stand &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;critics&lt;/span&gt;!!!(&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Simple, They keep saying so many things about other peoples stuff but can’t come up with anything good themselves&lt;/span&gt;) It had been all praises from then on about the magazine and almost everyone made a special mention about the layout. (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They made me stand up bow to everyone over and over again; oh I was starting to get fed up of it&lt;/span&gt;.) Then came one of the chief guests, &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sivagami IAS&lt;/span&gt; who said everything is good in the magazine except why did you have to make all the pages gray in colour. It is hard to read you know( &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Women if you have a sight problem use glasses&lt;/span&gt;) Anyway the function got over and I had a ball of a time eating the &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;special buffet lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mmmmmm delicious&lt;/span&gt;)prepared for the editorial team and crew who worked for the magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/qrious85/COVER.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to my friends; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Johnna&lt;/span&gt; who helped me in taking a few snaps for the magazine, and &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Surya&lt;/span&gt; who let me work at his place. (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Especially when my mom kicked me out for doing too much of work, and said you need some rest.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I forgot to mention someone else in this please forgive me I owe all of you a gr8 deal. Thank a lot for all that you have done for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9304847-110197921449826972?l=qrious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/feeds/110197921449826972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9304847&amp;postID=110197921449826972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/110197921449826972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/110197921449826972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/2004/11/oikonomikos-release.html' title='Oikonomikos Release'/><author><name>Siggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022347225900550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9304847.post-110129623808417365</id><published>2004-11-24T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T08:03:12.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Siggy&lt;/span&gt;, Final Year &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Visual communication&lt;/span&gt; student, I am a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;design freak&lt;/span&gt; love to party with friends, hoping to make friends with anyone with similar interests. I also love to read stuffs related to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;psychology&lt;/span&gt; ( u might think i am a psycho...or maybe i am one) hahaha just kidding...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I am new to blogging hoping to blog often as its turning out ot be good fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cya for Now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9304847-110129623808417365?l=qrious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/feeds/110129623808417365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9304847&amp;postID=110129623808417365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/110129623808417365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9304847/posts/default/110129623808417365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qrious85.blogspot.com/2004/11/first-blog.html' title='First Blog'/><author><name>Siggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14022347225900550448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
