<?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-6623004257588297358</id><updated>2012-02-07T13:51:12.265+05:30</updated><title type='text'>binaldave</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623004257588297358.post-7426459952273962626</id><published>2010-09-10T13:57:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-10T14:44:15.546+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Long time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This I wrote a while back..no real reasons for not posting it then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;May 05, 2010, 18:50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi! Sitting at ''Casamia", an Italian restaurant at Vikroli (near M2B). Feeling good. Dunno due to the quietness of the place, treatment you get here, the privilege of a 10% discount for Accenture employees ir simply feeling independent, or due to the 2 lovely guys siting at the next table. I knew i was naughty.:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not really bad that I alone. Feeling good about being with myself after a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I dont really understand/ know what drives life. Is it me/ us? Is it our determination? Is it the so called the 'wheel of life' that moves round and round without us controlling anything in it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dunno. Really dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is a world full of stress. Stress of work, people around, juniors, colleagues, boss, misunderstandings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are above the ones actually that give us stress, trouble us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I understand the reason that the society preaches righteousness, tolerance, love, friendship for stress busters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its more like diversity in unity. Unity as in oneness in terms of what everyone wants to achieve in life. "I wantto be the biggest sorts". Diversity as in the way we reach there. How less stressed we are when ew reach "there". Maybe even how many people love you hwn you reach there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, I find society and its arrangements intelligent, intricate, and well thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me, the content human being!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey the pasta has arrived, TTYL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Binal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623004257588297358-7426459952273962626?l=binaldave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/7426459952273962626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623004257588297358&amp;postID=7426459952273962626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/7426459952273962626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/7426459952273962626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/2010/09/long-time.html' title='Long time...'/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</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-6623004257588297358.post-8970082490900751016</id><published>2008-12-28T10:11:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-28T10:20:13.535+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is is good to know someone about whom you can talk like this......................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Purest form of human life; closest to Nature and its laws&lt;/em&gt;"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to somebody detecting it??......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623004257588297358-8970082490900751016?l=binaldave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/8970082490900751016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623004257588297358&amp;postID=8970082490900751016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/8970082490900751016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/8970082490900751016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-is-is-good-to-know-someone-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</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-6623004257588297358.post-5079249267351038634</id><published>2008-09-16T15:51:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-16T16:23:21.716+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Simplified God!! :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hi....long time...got transferred to Bangalore. Was just trying to settle down and re- find all the necessities of life......Certain things seem so trivial but they define you..this is realized when you are away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Below is just one of my recent understandings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;God has been one word I could not ever understand. Each time I bowed my head in Temples etc., I wondered what I was doing. Somewhere down the lane, it used to hurt my ego also (Ha!).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;All this existed, till now. Today while in a conversation, a collection of words struck me which compiled into a thought. With time, it pierced me, understood me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This made me think; maybe God is just a concept created just to streamline people into all things religion is trying to say. I say God is some source of '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scaredom'&lt;/span&gt; for human beings created by greater, lesser mortal human beings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(P.S. : With me into SAP mania, I add, "Religion and SAP are alike. Both are as large, covering every aspect of life and business respectively. :P ").&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623004257588297358-5079249267351038634?l=binaldave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/5079249267351038634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623004257588297358&amp;postID=5079249267351038634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/5079249267351038634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/5079249267351038634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/2008/09/simpled-god-p.html' title='Simplified God!! :P'/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</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-6623004257588297358.post-5861071175481122993</id><published>2008-06-06T19:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-06T20:02:11.766+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The link below is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blog post&lt;/span&gt; from my classmate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kadambari&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to express this since a long but kinda things didn't materialize. Now maybe I don't need to since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kads&lt;/span&gt; has done a great job of expressing our life in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;UMIT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cogentlaconic.blogspot.com/2008/06/things-cannot-be-expected-but-in-girls.html"&gt;http://cogentlaconic.blogspot.com/2008/06/things-cannot-be-expected-but-in-girls.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this is her first blog post and maybe even her first attempt to apply the knowledge of "Word Power Made Easy"  that she is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;up to&lt;/span&gt; these days. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623004257588297358-5861071175481122993?l=binaldave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/5861071175481122993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623004257588297358&amp;postID=5861071175481122993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/5861071175481122993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/5861071175481122993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/2008/06/link-below-is-blog-post-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</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-6623004257588297358.post-77829613264407912</id><published>2008-05-28T23:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-28T23:18:57.242+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Crests and Troughs</title><content type='html'>Yeah, this is about friction; of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know there are times in life when you feel guilty about everything. You are in a phase where you want to say sorry to the whole world not even knowing why to some people. You feel like running away to Mars and sometimes as far as Pluto thinking of excerpts from your journey of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Contrary, there also are times when you get so angry with people that you feel like going and slapping the whole world, again not knowing why. You feel like pushing almost all to Mars and the rest to Pluto thinking how polluted will these planets become. You pity the oxygen they breathe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know why all this happens. Never thought also....in this state you are so occupied by all this you can't think anything else. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt; should one do under these conditions?...Are these  storms of emotions? If so, caused by what??....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623004257588297358-77829613264407912?l=binaldave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/77829613264407912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623004257588297358&amp;postID=77829613264407912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/77829613264407912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/77829613264407912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/2008/05/crests-and-troughs.html' title='Crests and Troughs'/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</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-6623004257588297358.post-1891484825839375963</id><published>2008-05-21T05:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-21T06:18:43.545+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Eggs!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hi...just got up.....its unusual, shocking you know for me to get up at 5:15 &lt;strong&gt;AM&lt;/strong&gt;!..A lot of times I have gone to bed at this time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So somewhere the purpose of this post is to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;archieve&lt;/span&gt; this rare occurrence :P.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And hey it doesn't end here. I am going to tell you about a question that has daunted me and bugged my friends for years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It all started in Class 9, I don't know how but well I don't also know why I got up this early today. It goes like this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had many non-vegetarian friends who kept talking about their food likes and dislikes in front of me. They were of no concern to me since I am a vegetarian. Maybe I used to get bored also. Maybe this was the solution I found out :P.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With some honesty in actually wanting to know the answer of this wonderful question and with a lot of fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fore casted&lt;/span&gt;,  I used to ask, " If non-vegetarians can eat hen's eggs why can't they eat pigeon's eggs?" :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt; hearing this, almost everyone used to get shocked......dunno at the craziness of the question or you know like so many times we understand the whole chapter etc. but cannot answer a basic question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So to get them out of this shock i use to ask, "Like if I give you an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;omelet&lt;/span&gt; made of pigeon's eggs will you eat it? :P". Then further, "What is so special about hen's eggs that you all eat only them?". :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And after much- a- do, like to bug them till they answer, these are the interesting answers I got.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aakansha&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is the one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jisko&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sabse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;zyada&lt;/span&gt; bug &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kiya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt; :P...you know its so difficult to make people actually think . After a lot of unacceptable answers and debate.........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ki&lt;/span&gt; Chinese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;toh&lt;/span&gt; cockroach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bhi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;khate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt; fir pigeon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;toh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;bahut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;achha&lt;/span&gt; hai.....haha...this was the last answer she must have given:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Kha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;sakte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;aisa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;kuch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;nahi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;......tribal log &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;toh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;khate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;bhi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;honge&lt;/span&gt;...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Ronsilla&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She started reacting and answering when she started getting irritated.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Waise&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;toh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; vegetarian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;toh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;mein&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;tujhe&lt;/span&gt; ye tree &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;patte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;todh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;deti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;hu&lt;/span&gt;.........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;khayegi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;kya&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Binal&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;arre&lt;/span&gt; hum log tree &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; fruits &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;aur&lt;/span&gt; vegetables &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;kahte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;usse&lt;/span&gt; tree &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; growth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;kuch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;pharak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;nahi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;padta&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;Ronsilla&lt;/span&gt;: Cabbage leaf &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt; okay!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;Sanna&lt;/span&gt; had made some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;arguments&lt;/span&gt; like Pigeons seasonal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;hote&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;unke&lt;/span&gt; eggs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt; nutritional value &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;achha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;nahi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;hoga&lt;/span&gt;....but then all this had become too humorous to sit and argue seriously :P.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then this I asked to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;Parnika&lt;/span&gt; also in college days. Funny as she always was.....here is the anecdote.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: You are non-veg?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;Parnika&lt;/span&gt;: No, but I eat eggs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: (Hey!!!) Okay, Whose hen's eggs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;Parnika&lt;/span&gt;:(irritated) No, whale's eggs. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: (Holding the sarcasm): &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;....Hen's eggs only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;Parnika&lt;/span&gt;: Yes....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: So I wanted to ask you..."If people can eat..........?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;Parnika&lt;/span&gt;: (kinda moved):....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She tried to battle with the question....but me the experienced player bugged her to another funny comment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Maybe because hens don't shit on me when I sit under a tree." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So with people getting on me like this, I stopped using this formula for bugging people :P&lt;/p&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/6623004257588297358-1891484825839375963?l=binaldave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/1891484825839375963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623004257588297358&amp;postID=1891484825839375963' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/1891484825839375963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/1891484825839375963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/2008/05/eggs.html' title='Eggs!!!'/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623004257588297358.post-6805109039559895961</id><published>2008-05-18T22:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-19T01:19:27.820+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly Single!</title><content type='html'>Today I finished the Final Stage Presentation of my Major Project.&lt;br /&gt;As I look back, I see how busy I have always been. No, not with studies :P. With everything that  these four years offerred me. Hey!, the list is long. May be next time.&lt;br /&gt;Further I feel, I have remained committed to it. Yeah, I was in a relationship :). I look back and smile and feel grown up.&lt;br /&gt;But times have changed, suddenly! Today while I was returning from college, I felt like a free bird. I looked around to find my companion and I saw these four years going away from me. I saw my college, professors, friends, everything just staying there or diverging into a bigger world. The bus I was in, didnot consider me looking back.  Then I knew, so is life. Its allows us to look back but just for  a while. Just for the while till we understand that things have gone.&lt;br /&gt;Today I was jobless, did not feel like celebrating, felt like "Just shut up and go ahead." or maybe let this storm of emotions pass.&lt;br /&gt;Now I find myself open to many new things, theres a bust of eagerness to try new concepts, look for new ideas.................basically a new companion.&lt;br /&gt;So in a line "I am single and ready to mingle!".  (no puns intended :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623004257588297358-6805109039559895961?l=binaldave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/6805109039559895961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623004257588297358&amp;postID=6805109039559895961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/6805109039559895961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/6805109039559895961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/2008/05/suddenly-single.html' title='Suddenly Single!'/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</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-6623004257588297358.post-474960699455027572</id><published>2008-04-19T00:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-19T16:27:42.204+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi.. life is changing...I don't think like I did anymore more. How I act in life in has changed. Thoughts (inputs from brain) melt into emotions which make me these days. Its feels energetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623004257588297358-474960699455027572?l=binaldave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/474960699455027572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623004257588297358&amp;postID=474960699455027572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/474960699455027572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/474960699455027572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/2008/04/hi_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</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-6623004257588297358.post-5699501754068240593</id><published>2008-04-13T21:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:05:17.068+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hi.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;feeling sick........you know its just about feeling too much together....college life getting over...apprehensions about the coporate world....feeling bad about not (presently)  studying further..... with this much education I don't feel educationally complete...sometimes feeling bad that I am not nostalgic about my college days and college.....the web of emotions is complex...I feel needy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623004257588297358-5699501754068240593?l=binaldave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/5699501754068240593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623004257588297358&amp;postID=5699501754068240593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/5699501754068240593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/5699501754068240593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/2008/04/hi_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</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-6623004257588297358.post-170217205957788606</id><published>2008-04-01T14:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-13T17:31:26.991+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Over</title><content type='html'>Hi..engineeing is getting over soon...just a month and a half left...the number of exams left reduced to a number less than 6............leaving me stronger, more poised and maybe dynamic. I feel good!! :D......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engineering: whatever it was...was great. It changed me. Taught me how to support yourself, how to motivate yourself, how to stand against the odds, how to hold yourself. Some beliefs that I always had, now I belive in them more whereas some have quietly melted even without my discretion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a period when I have never looked back. Not at the good things and better not at the bad things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623004257588297358-170217205957788606?l=binaldave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/170217205957788606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623004257588297358&amp;postID=170217205957788606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/170217205957788606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/170217205957788606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/2008/04/hi.html' title='Over'/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</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-6623004257588297358.post-7140005686053682310</id><published>2008-03-26T01:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-26T02:01:41.569+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>This is one thing I have been battling on with my friends time and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions are of many kinds. What I have always been saying is, "The horizon of emotions is much broader than all of us think it to be. And this horizon doesn't converge with time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know this world from the dimension of emotion is a sad one. People seem to know/ be enthusiastic about just a few kinds of emotions: Motherhood, friendship, love..... other emotions like A Thank You, respect, satisfaction, laughter are recognized only rarely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I place all emotions on the same level. They seem to be on different and parallel tracks. Meaning, if I meet/know(etc. ) a person there are different 'tracks of emotions' naturally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;allotted&lt;/span&gt; for that person, one for each emotion I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this will mean that one can love and hate a person simultaneously since they are on parallel tracks which obviously don't intersect. Some of us would surely agree to this. You like the person the the one whom you fight the most with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with thoughts like these, I disregard the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;supremacy&lt;/span&gt; of one emotion/ relation over the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special regard to one of the most debated concept "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Platonic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Relationships&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;According to me, they can exist. Since the tracks are parallel, &lt;em&gt;"Dosti ke bichme pyaar nahi aayega!". &lt;/em&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623004257588297358-7140005686053682310?l=binaldave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/7140005686053682310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623004257588297358&amp;postID=7140005686053682310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/7140005686053682310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/7140005686053682310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/2008/03/emotions.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</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-6623004257588297358.post-4040960270733448967</id><published>2008-03-23T02:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-23T02:57:59.224+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Not Blogging</title><content type='html'>I just realized...its been about 3 months since I have last blogged. May be because these was a time when I didn't feel anything strong. Thoughts just came and went. Didn't stop for me to put down here.&lt;br /&gt;This has been a period where I have learnt to move. Move away from things that don't seem to work. Move with time. I have learnt to feel the speed of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(thinking)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(thinking)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(thinking)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...............it seems the period is still on........so can't write even now :P....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623004257588297358-4040960270733448967?l=binaldave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/4040960270733448967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623004257588297358&amp;postID=4040960270733448967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/4040960270733448967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/4040960270733448967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/2008/03/not-blogging.html' title='Not Blogging'/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</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-6623004257588297358.post-2524772864519747505</id><published>2007-12-25T19:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-25T22:47:30.694+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Microprocessor</title><content type='html'>I was once reading a book on microprocessor.....in that the author said, " A microprocessor in an emebedded system is like a brain in the human body. But the complexity in the microprocessor cannot be compared with the complexity of the human brain ( obv.) .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I thought, ki if the complexity cannot be compared with human brain, can it be compared with the brain of a less developed animal like cat etc.? ;)&lt;br /&gt;Rather than Pentium 1, 2, 3, etc. we can rate the complexity of processors with the brains of less developed animals ....wat say??...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623004257588297358-2524772864519747505?l=binaldave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/2524772864519747505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623004257588297358&amp;postID=2524772864519747505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/2524772864519747505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/2524772864519747505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/2007/12/microprocessor.html' title='Microprocessor'/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</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-6623004257588297358.post-1728351423285073701</id><published>2007-12-04T17:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-04T22:47:15.722+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Listen to this</title><content type='html'>hey if you r listening,&lt;br /&gt;i understand you&lt;br /&gt;i feel you, i know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey if you r listening,&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad, i feel sad,&lt;br /&gt;i feel guilty and messed up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey if you r listening,&lt;br /&gt;i want you to know,&lt;br /&gt;i am you, i am your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey if you r listening&lt;br /&gt;i have life, i have me&lt;br /&gt;i am me, i am you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey if you r listening&lt;br /&gt;i am behind, i am strong,&lt;br /&gt;i am loner, i am strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey if you r listening,&lt;br /&gt;i want to make a wish&lt;br /&gt;dont understand me, dont like me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey if you r listening&lt;br /&gt;i want me for a while&lt;br /&gt;because i am me, i am you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey if you r listening,&lt;br /&gt;understand me, understand me,&lt;br /&gt;i am me, i am you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623004257588297358-1728351423285073701?l=binaldave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/1728351423285073701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623004257588297358&amp;postID=1728351423285073701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/1728351423285073701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/1728351423285073701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/2007/12/listen-to-this.html' title='Listen to this'/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</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-6623004257588297358.post-8789779159439761185</id><published>2007-11-04T21:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-18T00:20:45.193+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Me and life..</title><content type='html'>There are times when you just stop in the swiftly moving world............ today I can say without much doubt that I am going to be 22 without being 18, 19, 20 and 21. No real grudges about it, since I am calling life a possession a human being which could be handled with mistakes. There is a vaccum in the history of me. Some pages could be left BLANK. For the people reading it to understand that life is also about being lifeless to hope for a life ahead. The following lines from a Kiran Bedi's show "Galti Kiski" have helped me hold and hence cope up in the most trying times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;निराशा के बदल छाए तो क्या हुआ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ये छ्ट्ट जायेंगे, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;उम्मीद कि किरण फिर लहराएगी,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;जरुरी ये है कि हालात से संजोता किये बिना &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;उनका सामना किया जाये ....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.......................". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623004257588297358-8789779159439761185?l=binaldave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/8789779159439761185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623004257588297358&amp;postID=8789779159439761185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/8789779159439761185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/8789779159439761185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/2007/11/diwali.html' title='Me and life..'/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</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-6623004257588297358.post-8336413128503433361</id><published>2007-10-31T16:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-31T17:25:30.583+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Gentleman's Love!</title><content type='html'>Hey girl,&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; see you, I just imagine you,&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; feel you , may be I like you,&lt;br /&gt;May be I like you, may be I like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure who you are,&lt;br /&gt;Neither I know how you are,&lt;br /&gt;But I know;&lt;br /&gt;You know me, you understand me,&lt;br /&gt;You can hold me, you can read me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Its not about what the world thinks of love,&lt;br /&gt;Its not about beauty and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;amorousness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I like this permutation (of qualities) of your creations,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I love this delicate strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Hey girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I dont see you, I dont feel you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;But can I see you? can I feel you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Will you be my woman? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Will you celebrate my life with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Can I celebrate your life with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;May be I like you, may be I like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623004257588297358-8336413128503433361?l=binaldave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/8336413128503433361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623004257588297358&amp;postID=8336413128503433361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/8336413128503433361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/8336413128503433361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/2007/10/gentlemans-love.html' title='A Gentleman&apos;s Love!'/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</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-6623004257588297358.post-233304459216054411</id><published>2007-10-31T16:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-31T16:38:46.706+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Comparison of Bhikaris!! :P</title><content type='html'>As you wonder about my heights of thinking crap, I will take you to an amazing trip of thoughts about the types of beggars at 2 places. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved Bombay and everything that it has : be it crowded killer local trains, the juhu beach with all its shabbiness, tha Ganpati festival, Shiv Sena, Shivaji Park, Marine Drive, may be the bomb blasts also :P.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everywhere you willl find beggars in bombay.....its just amazing you know.....Mukesh Ambani and these beggars do there "business" at almost the same place :P....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beggars in bby say while begging "...aath aana do na, aapko achhi naukri milegi, aap 1 rupiya doge wo 10 laak dega, aapke bachhe phule phale".............aur aisi kaii duaa free mein dete hai........and even if we dont give money they just leave (most of them).......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently we were going to Chennai and I encountered the beggars of Andhra Pradesh......they were really really rude......they were like " 5 rupiya de!".....then we said nahi hai jaoo.....then they say thik hai 2 rupiya de......and then when we dont give they abuse us......even try to hit us..........seeee the difference........u ppl who dont like bby........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623004257588297358-233304459216054411?l=binaldave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/233304459216054411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623004257588297358&amp;postID=233304459216054411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/233304459216054411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/233304459216054411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/2007/10/comparison-of-bhikaris-p.html' title='Comparison of Bhikaris!! :P'/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</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-6623004257588297358.post-5427318739159371343</id><published>2007-09-05T20:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-05T21:09:35.923+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Teachers Day</title><content type='html'>years ago i remember myself with super enthusiasm buying cards foe my favourite teachers in school and elsewhere. since days i used to frame one line meaningful messages for each teacher. teachers were people i always looked up to. they are next to parents. and further such many thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today as i step into adulthood, finding myself into the world of desires, ambitions, various vast zests for huge things; these things have sidelined, sometimes absolutely.....the seed of adulthood has been sown in me.... today is techers day and it was nothing more than a holiday to me...I completed some assignments and did some sums and in the leftover time completed the remaining Agatha Chirstie. the people who teach me in college are fine, ..........okay they teach me FOC, ES, etc... etc...but they are just professional relations to me.....not that I dont have emotions for them...but I see them more as friends (forgive if is too audicious).....or may be us as people who have the same working place......it is now I realize... the concept of a teacher is not there in my life anymore....which is maybe sad or may be good........I dont know.....there is no one book to learn from....have complete faith on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some how now I feel i am the center of my world. But sometimes when sit down and think me and the world and other living beings its different. I see the world as a large large ball of energy un-uniformly distributed....the living beings are the points where the energy is concentrated and i see it interacting....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623004257588297358-5427318739159371343?l=binaldave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/5427318739159371343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623004257588297358&amp;postID=5427318739159371343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/5427318739159371343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/5427318739159371343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/2007/09/teachers-day.html' title='Teachers Day'/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</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-6623004257588297358.post-7356672360074258751</id><published>2007-08-17T22:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-30T15:08:31.201+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is another funny tale clubbed with intelligence :P :P..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Parnika went to Andheri branch once and Suhasini asked us, "Do you all girls at Parla like *****?........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parnika always got on her nerves hearing that name :)).............the following dialogue proves it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parnika:.....*****....stupid only.....he is an idiot only.............he doesnt know how to behave...........&lt;br /&gt;Parnika:....He has 3 girlfriends.........&lt;br /&gt;Suhasini (COMPLETELY BEWILDERED!!!):.............How do u know???.......How do you know??...&lt;br /&gt;Parnika: you don't seeeeeeeeee.....he wears 3 rings in his hand................he's promised 3 girls...........(=))).........&lt;br /&gt;one to Pooja.....that u know na?? (his serious one).....&lt;br /&gt;Suhasini: ya ya ....that tu everybody knows......&lt;br /&gt;Parnika: then the second one is Kavita...Vileparle office ki receptionist :))............&lt;br /&gt;once I called the Vileparle office and after sometime I took *****'s name and then she very excited........&lt;br /&gt;Suhasinsi and me :.....................hahahahahahahahahaha.............&lt;br /&gt;Parnika: and the third one, I dont know her name but I know she's der.....so I call her ANAMIKA.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suhasini and me just couldn't stop laughing.............hahaha......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623004257588297358-7356672360074258751?l=binaldave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/7356672360074258751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623004257588297358&amp;postID=7356672360074258751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/7356672360074258751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/7356672360074258751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-another-funny-tale-clubbed-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</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-6623004257588297358.post-2650690592110483883</id><published>2007-08-16T15:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-16T21:49:10.004+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we had been to the TCS campus in Chennai........the name of the place was a tongue twister(dont actually remember)...there all my friends and me, impressed by its data centers..........Asia's largest servers......... blah blah....were put in front of the HR out der........question answer session followed.........everybody is asking the second year type questions (now that i am in final year and dealing with the juniors in third year, i am aware what a 2nd year student is like.....will someday write about 4 years of engineering......) ..........to make you understand the second year type questions .........here are examples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sir, we being ENC students what 'more' do you expect us to do before joining a software company?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) should we join NIIT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) what soft skills do you expect from freshers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this crap went on for an hour or so.....getting ultra bored........more interesrted in knowing about the servers.........i could take these questions any more..........i lost my patience when a girl (who we say ki even if she wears a bikini she will look formal :P) asked "sir, what soft skills do you expect from freshers? "...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;completely irritated I asked (not even allowing the SIR to finish answerins her question) , " Sir what should we do to make a TCS of our own?".....hahaha........the whole class started laughing............and so did those coporates with them saying...........we are just employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally that session ended with a lot of embarrassment on my face and my classmates looking at me with expressions i could not understand...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623004257588297358-2650690592110483883?l=binaldave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/2650690592110483883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623004257588297358&amp;postID=2650690592110483883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/2650690592110483883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/2650690592110483883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-dont-know-how-true-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</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-6623004257588297358.post-8633323634452264569</id><published>2007-08-16T14:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-16T15:14:08.350+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi....i am not quite sure what the word 'wild' could mean..all i could think after i talked to somebody telling me to be wild in life is may be to go crazy.........what the hell would crazy mean now??....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what is the worst part of a thinker's life??......the more she thinks the more relative (wrt that is) she becomes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just thinking how important is vocabulary in somebody's expression.......i will let out a secret to you....days after i write a poem or something equivalent........obiviously ultra dissatisfied with its vocabulary, i open gre barrons and find equivalent words :P :P...............but obiviously words dont match with meaning and feeling of the text.................after that i get bored and my popat happens............hehehehe...............i am such an innocent girl.............sanely insane......wonderfully foolish, foolishly intelligent........bravely i add another line...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wondering the readers wonder whether the wonderer has even wandered over what wonderer has been wondering :P :P............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623004257588297358-8633323634452264569?l=binaldave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/8633323634452264569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623004257588297358&amp;postID=8633323634452264569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/8633323634452264569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/8633323634452264569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/2007/08/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</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-6623004257588297358.post-3954373720176585640</id><published>2007-08-14T18:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-14T18:38:58.538+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the philosophy of our college magazine "Pinnacle".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……..“Pinnacle” a natural crest or peak. There can be various philosophies for pinnacle. Some will want to reach there and others will want to make one. All these are ways of thinking. Thought provokes action. And action is a proof of thought. So with thoughts like these, we reach at a point where OUR PINNACLE is not just a peak that is an end but the process of reaching a pinnacle and various dimensions of the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623004257588297358-3954373720176585640?l=binaldave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/3954373720176585640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623004257588297358&amp;postID=3954373720176585640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/3954373720176585640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/3954373720176585640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-philosophy-of-our-college.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</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-6623004257588297358.post-6662849438178695260</id><published>2007-07-29T16:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-29T16:08:48.480+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi!.....this I wrote in Jan 2003........it depicts a girl accepting her life and her journey of changing emotions&lt;br /&gt;On a new, fresh of early July, a girl hair falling over her eyes entered her college. It was her first day. It was so unemotional.Just like a student going to some office for an interview. Expecting nothing from her college due to her firm belief that nothing could be better than her school. Still she wanted her college to be 'like' her school.&lt;br /&gt;And all what she got was everything she wanted. The beautiful Aras ma'am, the dedicated Lavande ma'am and a very good division. Decent. Ambitious. But she loved her school. More than Devdas his Paro. More than anyone could love anyone. She had a passion for her school. the days passed in a "gham of judaai" and dreams about her school. "Kya boring hai yaar college,....school sahiiii tha" :)).....The school girl jumping for her life in her stopped her from bunking lectures. She feared the unit tests.;)..It is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;But today when she bunks four lectures out of five she doesn't even think of them again. Just fears how would she face those professors again. She has started admiring the sleepy herself during the lectures and loving those stern glances of the professors. All this makes her smile. Soon after smiling she realizes that this smile once belonged to her school. With a little guilt, she smiles again. She even feels happy. She realizes that her school is her life and these six months an extension to her life.:))..Actually she is very enthusiastic these days. A new josh machine has entered her body. She feels like laughing feeling lucky perhaps!!....Launching herself between her first and second love she feels torn.The similarity between these feelings go on increasing.&lt;br /&gt;At last, with deep contentment, excitement and confusion she adds," I love my college".:)&lt;br /&gt;(Not that I love my school any less!!!!!:))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623004257588297358-6662849438178695260?l=binaldave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/6662849438178695260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623004257588297358&amp;postID=6662849438178695260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/6662849438178695260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/6662849438178695260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/2007/07/hi_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</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-6623004257588297358.post-5688012013638922078</id><published>2007-07-29T14:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-29T15:11:43.307+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi...after talking to you last night...i was thinking what actually blogging was..expressing, talking to yourself...what was I doing yesterday night??..what ever it was it was something that made me feel light....it was in someway shedding myself...maybe creating some space within myself.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know I have changed!!......before i had 1 thought and was able to write essays on it.  abhi to 50 thoughts aate hai ek bhi purii tarah se describe karne nahi hota...ek example uppar hai abhi aur ek thought aa raha hai.........aur contrast dekho........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it right to say that a sine wave generator is a multivibrator with infinite stable states or zero stable states??"........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abhi mujhe iske aage soch ne ka mann hee nahi kar raha....to ye thought waste.....&lt;br /&gt;chal abhi bore ho raha hai.....bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623004257588297358-5688012013638922078?l=binaldave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/5688012013638922078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623004257588297358&amp;postID=5688012013638922078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/5688012013638922078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/5688012013638922078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/2007/07/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</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-6623004257588297358.post-6508855942358479228</id><published>2007-07-29T02:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-29T03:01:26.378+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Engineer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is an attempt to mix two things........I had written this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;loooong&lt;/span&gt; back......a good friend appreciated it....so I got the spirit to post it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Read on...........(good luck!!....:P)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just try this when you want to make an engineer understand who is a poet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Imagine the system of poet's brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At a high potential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Potential of a beautiful thought or a view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the paper at a ground potential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just like capacitor plates,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The positive plate is at a higher energy level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Remember thermodynamics?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stability inversely proportional to energy content?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So the poet shorts the capacitor plates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With a conductor, ya the pen, &lt;em&gt;via the hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hence both plates are at equal potential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Which is amplified when others read their poems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gain is multiplied and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That’s how I conclude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that a poet is a stabilizer of it's brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Providing gain to the outer circuit(world).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Think it over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I an engineer or a poet?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623004257588297358-6508855942358479228?l=binaldave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/6508855942358479228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623004257588297358&amp;postID=6508855942358479228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/6508855942358479228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/6508855942358479228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/2007/07/engineer.html' title='Engineer'/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</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-6623004257588297358.post-2114227360797974893</id><published>2007-07-29T02:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-29T02:45:52.723+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just saw "Guru". Liked it; though father deserved the role of his son and mother-in-law the role of the actress. Towards the end, after the Guru justifies his acts and when the charges are waived away (almost) there are these things I realize.....This is a fair world.....you should hold what you have done. It is so fruitful to have you head on your shoulders all the time......all the rules in life are wrong or right....nobody is anybody to decide........it is all what my professor once said "It is all about driving and opposing forces." I quite related the movie to Sarkar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know movies bring you to life and sometimes make you live your life....the roles you want to play on the stage of life, are played by your favourite actors....so your wish is virtually fulfilled....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623004257588297358-2114227360797974893?l=binaldave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/2114227360797974893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623004257588297358&amp;postID=2114227360797974893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/2114227360797974893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/2114227360797974893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-saw-guru.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</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-6623004257588297358.post-2999079774888016982</id><published>2007-07-21T20:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-21T20:05:46.048+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long day&lt;br /&gt;Boss, colleagues and me.&lt;br /&gt;I am coming back home&lt;br /&gt;And there is no ‘me’&lt;br /&gt;My tired clothes&lt;br /&gt;My heavy world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I press the doorbell&lt;br /&gt;Wonder who will open&lt;br /&gt;And I see her/him/it.&lt;br /&gt;Damn the whole world!! !&lt;br /&gt;I am suddenly me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize Home.&lt;br /&gt;I understand ME.&lt;br /&gt;I understand LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;I do not understand the world.&lt;br /&gt;(why????)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623004257588297358-2999079774888016982?l=binaldave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/2999079774888016982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623004257588297358&amp;postID=2999079774888016982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/2999079774888016982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/2999079774888016982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/2007/07/home-it-has-been-long-day-boss.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</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-6623004257588297358.post-5062000552833478258</id><published>2007-07-21T20:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-27T22:48:23.480+05:30</updated><title type='text'>a day in a young girl's life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well this is not exactly how I spend my life but a 'compressed' gist of it. A day can can certainly describe a life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dawn is seen by&lt;br /&gt;The sleepy eyes of a young girl&lt;br /&gt;In the cute (to be beautiful) face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fresh breeze teases her,&lt;br /&gt;Disorienting hair on the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagines the light in her life ahead&lt;br /&gt;Whilst she sees the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling energized, she smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks behind at the clock&lt;br /&gt;And alas!!..&lt;br /&gt;Time urges her to write destinies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels good, sad and superb!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energy springs from within&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the dirty lust and pure heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused between the two she goes to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting her hair back in place all the time&lt;br /&gt;She puts life back on track all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She 'writes' destinies and smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sees the poor and the unhappy&lt;br /&gt;And finds herself even worse&lt;br /&gt;The evenings are great mood swings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From work load to net chat to parent scoldings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She puts the dinner in her belly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She 'dreams' of a good sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again to get up and realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles to go before she sleeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles to go before she grows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles to go before she stops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623004257588297358-5062000552833478258?l=binaldave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/5062000552833478258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623004257588297358&amp;postID=5062000552833478258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/5062000552833478258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/5062000552833478258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/2007/07/well-this-is-not-exactly-how-i-spend-my.html' title='a day in a young girl&apos;s life'/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</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-6623004257588297358.post-8720744590731118345</id><published>2007-07-21T20:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-21T20:02:32.487+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a few metres away,&lt;br /&gt;Stood a woman.&lt;br /&gt;Long Hair and a blue sari,&lt;br /&gt;With a cute sleeveless blouse.&lt;br /&gt;Very focused,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could stop her.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Smile, only felt&lt;br /&gt;I could feel her,&lt;br /&gt;And knew she feels me.&lt;br /&gt;But does she like me?&lt;br /&gt;I ran and ran&lt;br /&gt;With all sorts of hellish and heavenly thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I am almost with her now,&lt;br /&gt;But I know,&lt;br /&gt;The race ends only when&lt;br /&gt;She looks back&lt;br /&gt;With that rare smile and glitter on her face&lt;br /&gt;The "Yes!!", oh!! How would it feel??&lt;br /&gt;I am sure this would happen someday.&lt;br /&gt;("Its all about what men think women should be like")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623004257588297358-8720744590731118345?l=binaldave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/8720744590731118345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623004257588297358&amp;postID=8720744590731118345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/8720744590731118345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/8720744590731118345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/2007/07/race.html' title='The Race'/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</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-6623004257588297358.post-8341821434455277677</id><published>2007-07-21T20:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-21T20:01:44.126+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh God! He has a crush on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just said, “I have a crush on you.” (oh God!)&lt;br /&gt;Is it a compliment or a proposal?&lt;br /&gt;Should I feel proud or shy?&lt;br /&gt;Oh God! He has a crush on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finds me innocent and funny&lt;br /&gt;Should I laugh or smile?&lt;br /&gt;Should I be serious or funny?&lt;br /&gt;Oh God! He has a crush on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He scolded me for my carelessness&lt;br /&gt;Should I obey it or love it?&lt;br /&gt;Should I listen or talk?&lt;br /&gt;Oh God! He has a crush on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t get over it.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stay under it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh God! He has a crush on me!&lt;br /&gt;Oh God! He has a crush on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey u there did you have a crush on me??)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/6623004257588297358-8341821434455277677?l=binaldave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/8341821434455277677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623004257588297358&amp;postID=8341821434455277677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/8341821434455277677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/8341821434455277677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-god-he-has-crush-on-me-he-just-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</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-6623004257588297358.post-2247446195095150316</id><published>2007-07-21T19:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-21T20:00:04.220+05:30</updated><title type='text'>FIGHTS ARE WORTH IT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aren't there always two sides of a coin??....surely!!  even to those which arent considered nice to happen....fights are one of them....but see the other side of it........(surely they are worth it!!).,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIGHTS ARE WORTH IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever little time we were friends&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed and do even now&lt;br /&gt;I now know no one around&lt;br /&gt;Is not around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile at those fights&lt;br /&gt;Which were good things we did&lt;br /&gt;We announced and parted&lt;br /&gt;Wonderfully we weren’t ditched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we continue to fight&lt;br /&gt;I understand&lt;br /&gt;We are coming to the pole&lt;br /&gt;We started from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar to clear hearts&lt;br /&gt;I see clear roads&lt;br /&gt;For friendly fights&lt;br /&gt;Hope we fight soon! !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623004257588297358-2247446195095150316?l=binaldave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/feeds/2247446195095150316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6623004257588297358&amp;postID=2247446195095150316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/2247446195095150316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623004257588297358/posts/default/2247446195095150316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binaldave.blogspot.com/2007/07/fights-are-worth-it.html' title='FIGHTS ARE WORTH IT!!'/><author><name>Dimensions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06143490081978742043</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>
