tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243976062024-03-07T01:55:31.551-08:00cyclic redundanceIts a Clockwork Orangelord pylorushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13288164704885615849noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24397606.post-23339246007684566642009-07-17T20:50:00.000-07:002009-07-20T11:03:49.778-07:00<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The Actor</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Moments of distress had lead to this final moment of peace. He was free. He had been traveling a lot for a while but couldn't see places. Beaches, Lakes, Falls. Every place was scenic. But he was hung over long scripts, monologues, new roles, new films. He looked up.<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">8 years. </span><br />He had been acting for 8 years. Its a long time, but it seemed to have flown past with the time he had spent pretending to be different characters and personalities. Some were easy. He was able to relate to the character. All he would need to do is improvise and the lines would flow. But some were difficult. And he would work day and night trying to understand the character, imagining them, their gait. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Sigh.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It has been a tough journey. But, an eventful one.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But for some reason he was distraught for a while. Now, he was free. The whole world seemed to be open in front of him. He looked down at the falls. A cascade, rather. it was a perfect setting for one of those long drawn monologues. The ones which start without much intensity but slowly build momentum leaving the audience baffled. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">He rehearsed his lines<span style="font-weight: bold;"> " Why has imagination become a synonym of style?"</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Has it? May be not, everyone is free to imagine. And the perception of the imagination has always varied. Its stupidity to generalize. </span><br />"Did the line fit the context?"<span style="font-style: italic;">, he wondered.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">He was happy, there was a great waterfall and this line dint seem to match. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">May be it was not a cascade. It dint matter. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The lines again <span style="font-weight: bold;">" The imagination is not our escape. On the contrary, the imagination what we are trying to get to."</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">He flushed.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Zipped up.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Walked out.</span>lord pylorushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13288164704885615849noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24397606.post-81023915226125123532009-03-10T22:58:00.000-07:002009-04-16T01:20:21.027-07:00<span style="font-style: italic;">Drink.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Location - Extreme Sports Bar.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Song- Elysian Fields (God Is an Astronaut)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Confused day at work, breezy evening, Balcony and Whiskey. The evening was settling in, traffic at the signal increasing and so were the number of people entering the place. Drink after work is good, usually conversations leading to nothing. Actually, none of us wanted to have a substantial conversation, especially after tiring day at work. I prefer small talk, any day.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> I like the randomness in thinking when the 1st sip of whiskey goes down my throat. Settling, I must say. Just enough to pull you out of the routine. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And drinking with friends...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Always good.</span>lord pylorushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13288164704885615849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24397606.post-6955360433120560992009-02-11T02:00:00.000-08:002009-02-11T02:59:31.872-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Empty Cubicles</span><br /><br /><br />Song : Russia on Ice<br />Artist: Porcupine Tree<br /><br />I couldn't concentrate on the screen. Not sure if anyone could, sitting in an empty hall working at 4 a.m in the morning.<br />Can't take it anymore. Time for a break.<br />I dint know what the issue was. I have often been asked this question. "So, do you like your job?"<br />The answer used to be rather spontaneous. "I guess, I don't know."<br />Many guys have quit jobs because they couldn't take the corporate nonsense. Not sure if could take it either. But you immediately start weighing your options. Is this logical? Am I being Rational?<br />You always wish you could do something leaving everyone around you think you are being foolhardy, but finally you pull it off, not necessarily leaving anyone astounded or accomplishing anything ground breaking.<br /><br />At the end of it I have always been able to convince myself that somewhere down the line it makes sense to hold on for a while and do some hard thinking. And not just hard thinking, but also working towards it. I realized that when I went back to college for my convocation last week. Some were happy with their jobs, some weren't so they quit, some dint like their jobs but dint complain, some complained but it dint matter, some had no opinion. As much as all of us have revered our lives for the last 4 years, I guess it really does make sense to buckle up for a while just to find out if a venture is worth the effort.<br /><br />Back to work. Not sure if I could see any difference in the cubicles. Its generally dead with everyone glued to their laptops. I guess it hardly matters if the chairs are empty or if someone is sitting on it for 8 hours a day.<br /><br />Shit. 4:30 a.m. Work not done.<br /><br />The new Year has changed quite a lot of things.<br />Work has gotten hectic and demanding.<br />Bus journeys have become quieter, leaving me searching for a nap or something I couldn't see.<br />I guess I will be able to.<br />Sometime.<br />I guess Sunshine does follow the Rain.<br />Shut my laptop.<br />Time to go home and grab some sleep.lord pylorushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13288164704885615849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24397606.post-86758033541633305672009-01-02T09:57:00.000-08:002009-01-03T09:34:03.866-08:00<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Time</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I looked at the watch-11:30p.m 2nd Jan2009 IST</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I looked up.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Same as 1 p.m 2nd Jan 2009 US East Time.<br />I wish I could rewrite stuff.<br /></span>lord pylorushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13288164704885615849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24397606.post-45434973006935805112009-01-02T01:48:00.000-08:002009-01-03T09:35:11.216-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Farm House</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Suddenly, there comes a point when too much seems to be happening and I am not sure there is enough time to sit and fathom, analyze and understand, dream and just get oblivious to your surroundings. Or may be, even if you have enough time, you're not allowed to take it. That is how it works. Bhave told me its more important to live in the moment, cherish the moment rather than pushing yourself to wondering what would happen next. That is what I was always did, for how many ever years I have known myself. I dint do that for a while and it just seems like I lost most of myself. I get up everyday ruing what happened at that particular space of time. Some told me it was not worth it, some told me I was silly, and some told me I gave up easily. But, I had not given up, and may be I still thought it was worth it. But, I guess you have no rights to think that way until you answer questions that loom large, too perplexed to answer anything.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I had just put Bhave to sleep.May be a little too many drinks.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It was dark and cold outside.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I looked at the watch. Jan1st, 2:30 a.m.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It was a happy evening. It was indeed a happy evening.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Kashyap was sitting on the bench, eyes half closed. 5 minutes back he told me he was going to be the last man standing.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Music was good. Music is always good when we get together. That'll always stay.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">2008 was a confused year. First half of the year was spent trying to hold back something that was about to pass and next half of the year went chasing something I dint know while still trying to hold on something that had already passed. So many things.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">How did I fare?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I did a bad job. I did a terrible job. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Kashyap was on the ground. Always the 1st man down.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I lifted him and put him to sleep, next to bhave and came out.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> Fuck, He was become quite heavy since the last time I lifted him. I remember that night.25th june. My memory is pretty good.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I always thought I'd fare well, you know. I had absolutely no doubts about that.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Anand came to ask me what was had happened.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A strained smile. "Nothing", I answered as I looked away.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I promised I'll visit the U.S for his graduation.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I have always done a bad job of keeping in touch till now. Hm, a New Year Resolution, I guess.To keep in touch. A simple one.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Atleast Shanky and Kash are around with a few others. I'll try to keep this resolution going.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Bhave was feeling cold. I looked around, there was nothing to cover him.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">My sweater?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I had decided that I would never give it to anyone. It meant a lot to me.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">He was shivering.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I smiled. Took my sweater off and put it on him.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Switched off the lights and went to the hall. J was ready.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Mittal and Bahl were leaving.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Dude, I hope you learn how to ride the bike in 2009", he said laughing.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">He he. I will.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Time to forget what happened and what was going to happen. Time to be Happy.</span>lord pylorushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13288164704885615849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24397606.post-90769373090506657002008-09-29T02:29:00.000-07:002009-01-03T09:39:25.303-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">OBSERVATION</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Song: Echoes of Dr King</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Artist: The Flower Kings</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Monday morning blues. You get into the bus with a heavy feeling wondering why work could possibly exist. sigh. But everything seems to be the same inside. Nothing seems to have changed. Familiar faces, Unfamiliar faces, Disinterested ones and engrossed ones. Its weird how things move on despite how so much could have possibly happened during the weekend. Some seemed satisfied that they had finally found a seat to grab a short nap or engross themselves in a book. Some seemed to be busy in a phone conversation making a ballyhoo of it or trying to be very secretive in their conversation. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Bus journeys are weird. The tendency to standstill is more than to move ahead. Both for the Passengers and the bus I guess. I plugged in the earphones and looked out. Traffic jams. People randomly frustrated in road rage rather than slipping into their seats to wonder less about the road ahead. Everyone seemed to be in a rush to get somewhere eventually clinging on to a discordant mindset- "Whats the whole point?" </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Why would i care so much. I'm waiting for Wednesday, October 1st.I'm going to hit the road again. After a while.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'll probably look at everyone with a disdained mindset who go work while i'm feeling lazy on a hammock with a book in hand, sipping away every few seconds, casual conversation across the table, staring into the Arabian Sea. Ah..I love that feeling. </span>lord pylorushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13288164704885615849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24397606.post-21923059210797220212008-09-22T23:31:00.000-07:002008-09-23T02:32:31.498-07:00<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Routine</span><br /><br />I just settled down, in a comfortable position and turned on the laptop. I hope this was the training room. For some reason, routines are weird. As much as we despise them, we are somehow comfortable setting into some kind of a routine. I opened the training schedule and logged into gtalk. "Inventory Management". The last 2 months have been tough.Always been in a position where i had to rush as soon as I get up without collecting my thoughts over a cup of coffee. I guess a peaceful cup of coffee is the least anyone can ask for as soon as you get up isn't it? But here, Its been like running for your life to catch the bus on time as soon as you get up. Get into the bus and my phone rings,"rosh calling...." Perfect sense of timing. Wonderful. Get to work, attend training till the end of the day, get back home, Rush to pump some iron, then sit online till midnight. Its always been like rushing for something at every point of time. I guess the phone calls have made the day simpler, let me settle through this phase.<br /><br />I was exhausted today for some reason, no energy to attend today's training.<br />I closed my eyes.<br /><br />Someone knocked. Without a second thought i said <span style="font-style: italic;">"who is it? Anand i'm sleeping da..."</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"suddu, its me da, kashyap. I need headache tablet. I have a bad hangove</span>r"<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"fuck..wait..even i'm not able to get up da."</span><br />I open the door, Kashyap walks in.<br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"Suddu, we need to book tickets da, There'll be lot of rush."</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"whats the date today?"</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">April 23 rd da..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Fuck..we'll see da..Tell shanky also,I dont want to think about it now. Too screwed in the head"</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Light maadi.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"So, tomorrow night? done with college ah? Sigh"</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"Something like that"</span><br />Over so fast? fuck. I can't believe it. I guess, things will move on. Get settled into a job, work->home->work. I guess I'll get used to the routine. May be I wont get used to the routine. But how does it matter. I don't have an option. Everyone's going to get scattered and busy with their own lives. And may be a drink a month also might not be possible.<br />Imagine waking up some morning and suddenly you realize you're in hostel,same room everything in its position,unchanged. You go to brush your teeth and as usual, no water. A trip to pehelwan or krishna's and get to g.b around 5ish and sit there till midnight. No tension whether you have to get up at 7 in the morning to catch the bus or travel 2-3 hours everyday.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Not going to happen.</span><br /><br />I suddenly opened my eyes.<br />The instructor was looking at me. "Are you done?Shall we start the training?"<br />Sigh. Routine continues.lord pylorushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13288164704885615849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24397606.post-28032357805884203472008-08-11T02:12:00.000-07:002008-08-11T02:17:14.105-07:00Work<br /><br /><br />Been a while since I've posted. I don't know. Finally I've started working. Hmm.. Got my first salary also. Not bad. A lot has happened over the last two months since I've posted. Yup, the nostalgia still continues with some frustration over my work! Anyways. I'm writing some PLSQL test at work now and yeah, continuing the good work from where I left off at surathkal. Fudging.lord pylorushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13288164704885615849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24397606.post-32984966579537138582008-05-30T00:26:00.000-07:002008-06-02T23:48:27.477-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">NOSTALGIA</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I have been sick for a while. For a week I guess. Its been frustrating as I have been battling cycles of fever to find some sleep in a pool of sweat. I checked the temperature on the thermometer. it read 103F.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Sigh</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I closed my eyes.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Suddenly, I wanted to go back. Go back to Surathkal for some reason. And I could possibly trade anything for it. I wanted to go back to room 206.For a day atleast.<br /><br />Still finding it hard to accept that Chapter Surathkal is closed. I guess I'll live in this sense of nostalgia forever!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The nostalgia of :</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"># Sharing a smoke with Guru in my room as we watch a movie or an episode of Boston Legal</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"># Anand waking me up at 8 in the morning just to say "friends" and borrow toothpaste.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"># Regular walk to Room 146 and 214.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"># Trip to pehelwan and back 2-3 times a day</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"># 5-6 of us adjusting on kash's bed as we watch that '70s show or weeds.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"># All of us taking K.G.B's trip as we watch his legendary video.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"># Glancing into swamy's room just to find the expected- him rolling on the bed at all times of the day.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"># G.B, Kalash and Akshaya Sessions. Oh, there are millions of those. Remember a couple of them</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> * A couple of rainy ones when kash, guru and I sat and discussed how important it was to come up with something new.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> * Towards the end of the year, all of us pretty much in tears, Shanky telling us that we would be the first ones he would come to in his time of need and then he calls J.K up and pleads with him to accept us the way he does.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"># Me going to sleep on Kashyap's bed on 22nd of april after he left.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"># 24th April- 7:30 p.m</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> "Last smoke in Room 206 and I stare at the art work on the ceiling". My mind-- BLANK</span>lord pylorushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13288164704885615849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24397606.post-58924697441698309392008-03-06T06:38:00.000-08:002008-03-19T12:26:20.750-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >FROZEN</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm sure I'll fall short of words to describe my present state. I was precariously balanced surrounded by total imbalance! I looked around and my mind suggested chaos. Yet there's this uneasy feeling that things are going to be fine. And you suddenly see yourself perfectly balanced for both these consequences!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> I still couldn't understand how the gypsy just seemed to stop in this position. The car had just ripped though a 100m stretch to take a wild turn. The car had tilted on its left wheels at about 60 degrees. And suddenly, the gypsy seemed to have stopped! I had probably just taken a leap off the car. I guess, time must have just stopped. May be I was not able to fathom this whole situation that i had moved into this comfortable mode of stopping things for my own convenience. Or..... was I wrong in thinking so much at this point of time? Most of us have this problem of thinking too much when its unnecessary and not thinking at all when the situation demands logic. I was sure no one would would ever be able to apply any logic to this situation.<br />I looked around again.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Frozen</span><br />How did this happen?<br />Is everything going to be alright?<br />Am I responsible for this situation?<br />My mind had never been so haphazard.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And suddenly as I was trying to settle myself into this more comfortable state, the car started moving again.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Crash</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I guess the chaos part of it was true.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Utter chaos!</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic;">May be after a while, the guys around will forget this incident, but this frozen scene.............. is something I'll never be able to forget.</span>lord pylorushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13288164704885615849noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24397606.post-17409395674455750952007-12-20T21:47:00.000-08:002007-12-20T22:20:02.653-08:00<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Searching Syndrome?</span><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Day 1:<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">My wallet was missing. Its not in me to lose things. Especially my wallet. Where could it have gone!? The biggest problem is when your room is always clean and the worst feeling is when you cant find what you badly need and you know its somewhere right under you eyes!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Search continues for about 20 mins.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Tired of searching. Rest time.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">After 5 mins "search" resumes. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">After 10 more mins, I finally found the wallet right under my eyes!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">How could i miss it! Horrible!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Day 2:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">My watch was missing. Completely determined not to repeat the same nonsense which happened the previous day. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Careful scan of the room.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">10 minutes up.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Suddenly I realized I had put my watch in my trouser pocket so that I dint have to search for it</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And yet.................</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Day 3:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Very satisfied with myself. Almost done with the day. Found everything in its place.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I guess a perfect day.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I looked at the watch. 7:45 p.m</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Time for dinner.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Glasses? looked around and dint find it.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">shit!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">What is happening!? Some sort of a searching syndrome!?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Later, after dinner I was just wondering the limit of this syndrome if it continued for another month or so. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Just imagine I've found everything I needed throughout the day. Its probably the fag end of the day. I'm not able to fathom the fact of having a perfect day. And.......I start searching.......thinking..."how is it possible!? something must have gone missing". Not sure if this search would ever end. The imagination scares me!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>lord pylorushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13288164704885615849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24397606.post-18572553601508858912007-10-05T07:56:00.000-07:002007-10-05T08:22:26.667-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The Journey Back from Home</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The air was still. The smoke seemed to travel quite far. The bus had stopped for a break midway at Kamath Upachar. Its weird the way these journeys to and fro went by for the last three years. There were these moments of anxiety in the beginning with regular glances out of the window seeking familiarity of the places I was traveling past. Then more of irritation when the bus used to breakdown in the middle of the night and a sense of exhaustion when I get back home. This time, so far its not been bad. The bus on schedule.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> The coffee was getting cold. But what was more weird was the transition of lifestyle in these 360 kms. Rather funny I must say when transition is almost spontaneous on either side. The Bus lights were still off. Heh..I guess the driver is taking a long loaded leak.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Immediately thoughts of how these three years have gone by to lead me to this moment in the middle of the transition. Why three years!? There is a lot i could script about the last three months itself. A job in hand, continued states of inebriation and a single room.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The bus lights turned on..So...Back to the transition/journey.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Its funny how your body warms up in a few minutes.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Rather, its funny how 84 mms reduces to 15 mms in a few minutes.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Heh...Just stub and move on!</span>lord pylorushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13288164704885615849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24397606.post-51193505570496667232007-08-23T05:51:00.000-07:002007-08-23T07:14:15.562-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Its Been a while...........................<br /><br />mood:- Its sunset time here..I guess that should say something.<br />song:- Be yourself (Audioslave)<br /></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Been a month since i put up my last post.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Heh.... Just dint feel like posting. Don't know why. Lots of stuff happened. But there was this whole sense of disdain to put up a post.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Still...don't know why. Whatever.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So.......I got a job. Never imagined I would get one so fast. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ah...yes...A little bit of fortune running my way. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But its true..isn't it..Sometimes when we fail...We blame,"Dude...luck is never my way!!" and suddenly out of blue when we enjoy success we say,"Its because i deserve it! Luck has nothing to do with this!!". </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I just thought about this after i got placed and smiled. Actually...I don't know what I deserve. I always thought I was incapable of getting a Job may because I'm not used to a routine, with an idealistic hope that every next day has something new and me carrying a bag-pack looking at everything else in the world with the same "disdained mindset". </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I saw the H.R person offering me the job and realized............"Huh......may be I've to get used to routines". I get out of the room wondering if this job is actually what I wanted when I meet my project manager who says," Dude...get your passport ready. You will be going off-shore in three months after you join. Europe, Australia and south east Asian countries. You'll have to do a hell lot of traveling!! Be ready for that".<br />And for the next five minutes after I spoke to him I did what I'm best at-------Daydreaming. But I dint regret it this time.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">MY MIND----"BLANK"</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It still is...................Inebriated, Isn't it??</span>lord pylorushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13288164704885615849noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24397606.post-36320335020043417942007-07-21T00:32:00.001-07:002007-07-21T09:12:14.444-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">@206 H wing</span><br /><br /><a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RqG4HDTRM9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/XMlq1ZPInpM/s1600-h/DSC02701.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RqG4HDTRM9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/XMlq1ZPInpM/s400/DSC02701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089551485190091730" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Feels great to be back.<br />Not able to digest the fact that I'm living in a single room!! Had waited for this for the last 3 yrs.<br />The view from room looks good no...?? ok...The other side of the block has a mind blowing view of MRPL.<br />I Don't have a cam. But Kash has one..........and he generally manages to click decent ones......yup....he clicked the above picture.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">whatever.........just been a couple of days since i came here.....started off with a blast!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">nice...</span>lord pylorushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13288164704885615849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24397606.post-49883179772422719062007-07-15T07:35:00.000-07:002007-07-15T07:53:22.931-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Half Century</span><br /><br /><br />Last few posts have been personal. I tried not to be, but sometimes you cant help it....Something like the first few posts. Big Deal.<br />I complete 50 posts with a lame one.<br />But I told myself I'm going to hate 16th July. Things are going to slow down.<br />Back to business from 17th, Tuesday. Surathkal, final block, H wing, placement parties and ruminating on mundane stuff in room 206.<br />Whatever Dude....................lord pylorushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13288164704885615849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24397606.post-43427110735801173682007-07-13T11:25:00.000-07:002007-07-13T11:50:19.888-07:00<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Just a Little left..............</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Been a while since i've posted..................But what to do??stuck with pretty much the same thoughts since the last post. Heh....Just realized i've been this way through out my holidays.......... 'a bundle of contradictions'. Whatever......</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Last couple of days before I get to the place i'd waited for all these three years.........."Final Block-H wing"!!!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Dude...........I can't wait!!!</span>lord pylorushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13288164704885615849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24397606.post-21815574931002585112007-06-30T14:00:00.000-07:002007-06-30T14:23:43.839-07:00<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Ruminant</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">More than ten days since I got back from Mumbai. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">For a second I feel things seem to be happening and the next second I feel its as stagnant as it always used to be.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">For the last ten days I've been a bundle of contradictions!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Today's July 1st................The Blog date shows June 30th still.........Whatever...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Wishing all the July GRE guys best of Luck!!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Don't screw up like I did...........</span>lord pylorushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13288164704885615849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24397606.post-23770336320700334582007-06-26T08:42:00.000-07:002007-06-26T09:49:09.515-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >SHADOW CITY</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Just spend a few minutes reading this article>>>>>></span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://in.news.yahoo.com/070623/211/6hba7.html"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >30 Minutes: Mumbai loots slums</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Happened to catch this on CNN IBN........Was pretty shocked.....</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Its about the slum rehabilitation scam in </span><a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dharavi">Dharavi-Mumbai</a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Can You imagine the level of corruption......The Government asking the anti corruption unit to stop investigation into this issue. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And...poor people lose out.......who work their asses off to earn wages of 50 bucks a day and with the slum mafia plays things to their advantage by selling the flats, you and i can only say its an impasse. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Finally what??</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Nothing....</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Nothing is ever going to improve. Corruption is the order of the day!!! How can there be a government in any state in India which has absolutely no corruption?? </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Dharavi has been living in this state for years now....Corrupt bureaucrats feel its not going to make any difference, "Dharavi has gone to dogs...Nothing can change it".</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And what about people who believe that a change is possible???<br />The answer is obvious--they don't have a say....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And........for people who are not too sure of what Dharavi looks like</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">check this link out>></span><a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://trivialmatters.blogspot.com/2006/03/shadow-city-look-at-dharavi.html">trivialmatters</a><span style="font-style: italic;">........A Brilliant blog i must say!!</span>lord pylorushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13288164704885615849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24397606.post-55307990230432838602007-06-20T05:42:00.000-07:002007-06-20T06:00:21.316-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Last day at Mumbai...........</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Got to get back to blore in a while...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The best part was I traveled around mumbai like a normal localite..........mugged up all the local stations!!! </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Great experience............Not my GRE exam though[:(]</span><br /><a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/Rnkh4deTLiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KPPzVBnUZjA/s1600-h/DSC00649.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/Rnkh4deTLiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KPPzVBnUZjA/s400/DSC00649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078127308705050146" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">YA!!Finally I got here...........</span><br /><a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnkjYNeTLkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Y3mMfVUCceY/s1600-h/DSC00640.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnkjYNeTLkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Y3mMfVUCceY/s400/DSC00640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078128953677524546" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnkjINeTLjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bKTB22F83-w/s1600-h/DSC00639.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnkjINeTLjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bKTB22F83-w/s400/DSC00639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078128678799617586" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A couple of hours and I'll be back home.............and..........the usual thing....</span>lord pylorushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13288164704885615849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24397606.post-71680584912718151092007-06-16T23:55:00.001-07:002007-06-17T00:05:24.112-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mumbai contd.........Vorli Beach....</span><br /><br /><a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnTbT9eTLfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/c4CS-n-JOIc/s1600-h/DSC00627.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnTbT9eTLfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/c4CS-n-JOIc/s400/DSC00627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076923815919037938" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">A contrast to juhu's pigeons....</span><br /><br /><a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnTcf9eTLhI/AAAAAAAAAG0/V4wiFr9tN-0/s1600-h/DSC00631.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnTcf9eTLhI/AAAAAAAAAG0/V4wiFr9tN-0/s400/DSC00631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076925121589095954" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnTcLNeTLgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/MqUSqS_EU8s/s1600-h/DSC00630.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnTcLNeTLgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/MqUSqS_EU8s/s400/DSC00630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076924765106810370" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">The Common Citizen-R.K Laxman</span>lord pylorushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13288164704885615849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24397606.post-32449456767835931802007-06-16T07:10:00.000-07:002007-06-16T08:19:13.682-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Khandala.....Lonawaala...</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnP1HNeTLdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Hqy7dhYeKNA/s1600-h/DSC00592.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnP1HNeTLdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Hqy7dhYeKNA/s400/DSC00592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076670709201317330" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnP0DNeTLbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jHF0wc3mXS4/s1600-h/DSC00609.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnP0DNeTLbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jHF0wc3mXS4/s400/DSC00609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076669540970212786" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnPzI9eTLaI/AAAAAAAAAF8/IqnLqI_HgXA/s1600-h/DSC00599.JPG"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnPzI9eTLaI/AAAAAAAAAF8/IqnLqI_HgXA/s400/DSC00599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076668540242832802" border="0" /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">good place.....The drive to khandala was amazing..</span></a>lord pylorushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13288164704885615849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24397606.post-71599989718511770312007-06-15T05:52:00.000-07:002007-06-15T19:07:30.716-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">MUMBAI..........</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Had to stuff whatever happened yesterday in my bag and get on with the usual.......I guess I had no choice. But I'm very disappointed with myself for choking when it mattered.<br />Ditch...Lets not talk about it...<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">After all this is my first trip to Mumbai!</span><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnKTKdeTLYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/KDILrPSePqw/s1600-h/DSC00569.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnKTKdeTLYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/KDILrPSePqw/s400/DSC00569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076281537919659394" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnKOoteTLRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/QCTjXavEoTo/s1600-h/DSC00564.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnKOoteTLRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/QCTjXavEoTo/s320/DSC00564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076276560052563218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">You find Millions of these!!</span><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnKPEteTLSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_EYmx4HkHwg/s1600-h/DSC00558.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnKPEteTLSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_EYmx4HkHwg/s320/DSC00558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076277041088900386" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnKPmNeTLTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SdVrLHxpy0o/s1600-h/DSC00559.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnKPmNeTLTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SdVrLHxpy0o/s320/DSC00559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076277616614518066" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnKP7NeTLUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/mml1FbQQcTY/s1600-h/DSC00567.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnKP7NeTLUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/mml1FbQQcTY/s320/DSC00567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076277977391770946" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">The Taj.............</span><br /><br /><a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnKQTteTLVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gZNh_cfVSew/s1600-h/DSC00577.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnKQTteTLVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gZNh_cfVSew/s320/DSC00577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076278398298565970" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"> Nariman Point</span><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnKQs9eTLWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1qViRZzDOig/s1600-h/DSC00576.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnKQs9eTLWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/1qViRZzDOig/s320/DSC00576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076278832090262882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">By the way.....this is a restaurant near Nariman Point...........Ho!Ho!</span><br /><br /><a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnKSm9eTLXI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_32XGP55x9A/s1600-h/533202920_f368adc143_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnKSm9eTLXI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_32XGP55x9A/s320/533202920_f368adc143_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076280928034303346" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm no real Photographer and all.........Just tried my luck with the camera...</span>lord pylorushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13288164704885615849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24397606.post-8242675173335241432007-06-14T09:13:00.000-07:002007-06-14T09:19:51.272-07:00<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">GREif.......</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The eagle had to land, But it crashed!!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I screwed up.</span>lord pylorushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13288164704885615849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24397606.post-75115595906997030332007-06-09T02:40:00.000-07:002007-06-09T03:01:59.863-07:00<span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">So Fast??</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Song: Echoes (Floyd)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Sigh!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Leaving to Mumbai on tuesday. The exam's on Thursday.When I Booked the date on February 10th, felt as if there was still a decade left and lots of time to prepare......heh...Cant believe there's just 5 days left and my preparation.............................ah....you know how we are generally prepared for exams...... </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Anyways...Exams have never overwhelmed me. I guess this will go as fine as i expect it to. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But all of us have that pinch of 'anxiety'!</span>lord pylorushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13288164704885615849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24397606.post-53111564180537123282007-05-31T09:14:00.001-07:002007-06-21T03:06:09.028-07:00<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Paradise City<br />Song of the day: Livin' on the Edge(Aerosmith) </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Just a couple of days left...<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnpLLNeTLlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/boGqGMUS53E/s1600-h/DSC00319.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnpLLNeTLlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/boGqGMUS53E/s400/DSC00319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078454185781046866" border="0" /></a>Rabindra sarovar<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnpMZ9eTLmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8RlqULFQG6Y/s1600-h/DSC00320.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/RnpMZ9eTLmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8RlqULFQG6Y/s400/DSC00320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078455538695745122" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/Rl73M5kgozI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8fsqzbFJ9E4/s1600-h/DSC00305.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-p8QRV0a_5A/Rl73M5kgozI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8fsqzbFJ9E4/s400/DSC00305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070762031450202930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Took this picture long back in February when i went to kolkata ...Just look at the rates!!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ate like a glutton that day!!<br /></span>lord pylorushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13288164704885615849noreply@blogger.com0