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To set things straight I have always loved Bombay and I may end up dying a natural death saying the same thing. I will also never accept the city as Mumbai and it will always remain Bombay for me, so deal with it.  I'm not </atom:summary><link>http://returnofthemac.blogspot.com/2011/11/if-you-ever-thought-i-would-say-that-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ADITYA)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538033950185834736.post-1957787776662534850</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Aug 2011 15:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-09T21:17:02.997+05:30</atom:updated><title>Smiley Central</title><atom:summary>Whoever the fkk made those smileys on IM windows and other silly applications didnt know what the average human looked like..or if it was supposed to be a depiction of a happy face always and not a real face, i totally got it wrong...Nonetheless, I'll still say they were idiots to not have done their research.. It starts with another one of my problems..to figure out problems I might have. I had </atom:summary><link>http://returnofthemac.blogspot.com/2011/08/smiley-central.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ADITYA)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538033950185834736.post-8459550421713755281</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Aug 2011 15:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-08T21:25:28.172+05:30</atom:updated><title>Are You Gay</title><atom:summary>    Are you fkkking educated or did your parents just waste their hard-earned (that’s an assumption that can easily fall flat) money on something you didn’t deserve in the first place. Has the advent of discovery channel, discovery science and google not had an impact on your life and sensibilities? These are the kind of questions I think I should ask people who ask me the dreaded question..Are </atom:summary><link>http://returnofthemac.blogspot.com/2011/08/are-you-gay.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ADITYA)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538033950185834736.post-2653685787517856978</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jun 2011 12:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-24T17:56:09.566+05:30</atom:updated><title>Dilli Mein Ek Din</title><atom:summary>                                                                 See the full gallery on Posterous  </atom:summary><link>http://returnofthemac.blogspot.com/2011/06/dilli-mein-ek-din.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ADITYA)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538033950185834736.post-5603209441164501313</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 May 2011 23:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-26T05:04:32.678+05:30</atom:updated><title>Beat That SHIT</title><atom:summary>30..thats the fkkin number to beat..its not my personal best at shots,  score or whatever the fkk you think it is.. its the age people.. I had a  good bday night in a long time ...primarily always celebrating my bday  away from home for the last 10 odd years..   I'll stop yapping and let my gifts speak.. my friends gave me 30 cool gifts.. none that I can use.. but sure can keep..</atom:summary><link>http://returnofthemac.blogspot.com/2011/05/beat-that-shit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ADITYA)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538033950185834736.post-4442591904701514818</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 May 2011 16:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-24T22:12:38.970+05:30</atom:updated><title>Milk..Milk Products..Paint Ads &amp; the End of the World</title><atom:summary>As a kid..(and even now) I have more than one problems to either deal with or to ignore.. most of these are to with my eating habits..for those who know me already must think I definitely dont have a problem eating anything..fact of the matter is..I have been trying to keep up my bodies expectations of being fed..  Milk is something that all of us as kids have grown up with and is synonymous with</atom:summary><link>http://returnofthemac.blogspot.com/2011/05/milkmilk-productspaint-ads-end-of-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ADITYA)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538033950185834736.post-4212821696840703140</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 May 2011 09:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-06T15:17:57.737+05:30</atom:updated><title>Shit just hit the Ceiling</title><atom:summary>   By now all know how much I love the Deol Family and their movies...here is an ode to the family.. Balltalks style. me: nahiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii        balwant rai ke kuttte anish: then? may 12th at 12-12:30am?            toh thursday fri dono din chutti?  ghanta me: bahut acha kaam kar rahe ho inspector.. bahut acha kaam kar rahe ho..        medal milenge tumhe        u </atom:summary><link>http://returnofthemac.blogspot.com/2011/05/shit-just-hit-ceiling.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ADITYA)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538033950185834736.post-4636453170452839635</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Apr 2011 05:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-16T11:15:31.731+05:30</atom:updated><title>Taj Mahal Badalandabad</title><atom:summary>   Yeah yeah..he's the Indian guy from Van Wilder and he had a name that epitomizes the 2 things India doesnt have.. the Taj Mahal and Bada whatever whatever..u know what i mean..(i dont know why im refraining from explitives here..i think it is somehow owing to the fact that Mom is visiting) Now most of you would agree when I say India is not Badalandabad..which literally means the land of big </atom:summary><link>http://returnofthemac.blogspot.com/2011/04/taj-mahal-badalandabad.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ADITYA)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538033950185834736.post-1415333408022076837</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2011 17:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-31T22:40:57.304+05:30</atom:updated><title>Life Consult</title><atom:summary>   Ever seen someone over-exert on their limited brain power..we might be forced to believe that exposure to the internet and information has made this tribe extinct, but that is a farce. It so happens that this genre of homo sapiens has been living like evolved vampires who can now face the sun..dont need ray-bans, well, may be they need ray-bans. They have taken the deception act to a whole new</atom:summary><link>http://returnofthemac.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-consult.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ADITYA)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538033950185834736.post-2918364324300119492</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2011 11:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-25T17:18:47.454+05:30</atom:updated><title>The Tale Of Toilets (TTOT)</title><atom:summary>   Over time i have realized that i am a little paranoid..come to think of it would you call a person paranoid if he / she has dreams where they are faced with various situations dangerous and life threatening and they eventually fall out of the dreams with a plan of action..if at all the situation had to arise for real.. Fkkk ..Huston we have another problem!I think i have a solution for most </atom:summary><link>http://returnofthemac.blogspot.com/2011/03/tale-of-toilets-ttot.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ADITYA)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538033950185834736.post-7377000647858980631</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Mar 2011 11:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-18T16:41:50.068+05:30</atom:updated><title>Thou shall always talk shit</title><atom:summary>    Keeping up with the tradition of once in a while posting a chat conversation that made no sense then, but will some years later. Here is another one..unfortunately there is no victim in this one..well if you think Bobby is the victim of fun..the fun has just begun.. So shit happened so that I saw someone with teeth that looked charred and the last time i saw something like this was in Soldier</atom:summary><link>http://returnofthemac.blogspot.com/2011/03/thou-shall-always-talk-shit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ADITYA)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538033950185834736.post-5565565907265768264</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Mar 2011 17:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-17T22:45:16.519+05:30</atom:updated><title>Holi kab hai..kab hai Holi</title><atom:summary>   Im not sure of the percentages here but there are some who know where this line is from, some are still reading and some have no clue at all. So before we get down to work [work here would be what ive come to do} lets have a little Bollywood 101. Any time you hear any of these lines, you need to know the movie. Holi kab hai..kab hai HoliSholayTeja mai hoon..mark idhar haiAndaz Apna ApnaMaaf...</atom:summary><link>http://returnofthemac.blogspot.com/2011/03/holi-kab-haikab-hai-holi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ADITYA)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538033950185834736.post-5591767083162371868</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Mar 2011 13:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-15T19:27:33.421+05:30</atom:updated><title>Motabolism</title><atom:summary>   What is the difference between Procrastination and Castration?Fkk knows..and I dont even give a fkk for what this difference is because Im not here to talk about. I just thought ill throw something at you to think about.. its a retarded thought but it is true to some extent. {note to self..why the fkk are u still talkin about it}.. Don't you find it weird that people, moreso remote </atom:summary><link>http://returnofthemac.blogspot.com/2011/03/motabolism.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ADITYA)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538033950185834736.post-3627623122354022699</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Mar 2011 10:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-11T16:27:14.783+05:30</atom:updated><title>Dimaag Ka Dahi</title><atom:summary>I have been thinking.. what works better, a lighter or a matchbox. Its a fkked up thought, but its worth the time and the money spent on it. I know you are thinking (that is if you are reading this.. fkkk i hope u are, whoever you are) this is not something you would waste time on a thought like this and if I have..something is messed up. Well guess what. I dont give a rats arse for what you </atom:summary><link>http://returnofthemac.blogspot.com/2011/03/dimaag-ka-dahi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ADITYA)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538033950185834736.post-2775177399390711517</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Nov 2010 18:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-11T00:16:49.561+05:30</atom:updated><title>Clicks in Noida</title><atom:summary>                                                 See the full gallery on posterous</atom:summary><link>http://returnofthemac.blogspot.com/2010/11/clicks-in-noida.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ADITYA)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538033950185834736.post-7514564325784244625</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Oct 2010 05:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-19T11:23:48.287+05:30</atom:updated><title>Ravan's home town..Noida..</title><atom:summary>I havent really asked anyone before I clicked their pictures.. ever.. period.. but suddenly out of no where I had this feeling that I should ask..alleast strangers on the road or in weird places that i pick my pictures from.  So it goes like this...Sunday was a good Sunday, especially because I slept off at 9 and had a good 12 hours sleep hoping to wake up as fresh as a fiddle to get back to work</atom:summary><link>http://returnofthemac.blogspot.com/2010/10/ravan-home-townnoida.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ADITYA)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538033950185834736.post-588604695478334585</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Oct 2010 10:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-15T15:35:17.612+05:30</atom:updated><title>One night at the Food Court</title><atom:summary>                                                     See the full gallery on posterous  Godwin's mom had come in for a month and we have had a few dinner  sessions at his place.. with biryani and ice creams among other things..  It was now time for her to had back home and accordingly a good bye  dinner..  So now that none of us cook or cook as well as she can.. so it was decided well hit the </atom:summary><link>http://returnofthemac.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-night-at-food-court.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ADITYA)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538033950185834736.post-2264890117245550701</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Oct 2010 08:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-13T13:43:12.981+05:30</atom:updated><title>EkRoohi ka Ek Birthday..3 Guys in Shorts, an Oriental Night and one successful ChopStick flick</title><atom:summary>                              See the full gallery on posterousSo Ekroohi decided to finally grow old...ohh...for the inundated Ekroohi is the only lady u can see in the pictures here. .so it was her bday yesterday and after a lot of deliberation over the celebration or non-celebration of a non-event we call a birthday.. we did go out for an impromptu dinner..  Not too much thought went into it </atom:summary><link>http://returnofthemac.blogspot.com/2010/10/ekroohi-ka-ek-birthday3-guys-in-shorts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ADITYA)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538033950185834736.post-2587593644380659357</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Oct 2010 07:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-13T13:03:02.325+05:30</atom:updated><title>Noida mein Kuch Aur</title><atom:summary>Our People  Our Favourite Kid  Our Favourite Bar  Our Favourite Ash-Tray  Our Favourite Vehicle (Bat-Mobile)  A Random Wedding I ran Into  A Random Notification I ran into  Things that catch our eye                                       See the full gallery on posterous  Till then.. For a World where people re-start daily</atom:summary><link>http://returnofthemac.blogspot.com/2010/10/noida-mein-kuch-aur.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ADITYA)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538033950185834736.post-77457446500157360</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Oct 2010 06:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-10T12:00:05.440+05:30</atom:updated><title>Noida..</title><atom:summary>I came into Noida, I guess on 1st of May.. I found a few things weird.. and some amusing..some friends.. more friends..booze.. more booze.. and mid way my camera gave way...whats fkked up is I didnt bother to get this done..  so here it is now..Till thenFor a world where people had photographic eyes              See the full gallery on posterous</atom:summary><link>http://returnofthemac.blogspot.com/2010/10/noida.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ADITYA)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538033950185834736.post-7966831298655043004</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Oct 2010 05:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-10T11:26:26.570+05:30</atom:updated><title>My Garden's First Blossom</title><atom:summary>So its like this.. We have moved to a new house and it came with a terrace and a garden or something of that sort in it..and the dumb fkk that i am i take it up as a challenge to revive the garden from its state that it was in.. and im glad that it turned out so good..  Here are a few picturesTill thenFor a world where plants could grow on human heads          See the full gallery on posterous</atom:summary><link>http://returnofthemac.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-garden-first-blossom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ADITYA)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538033950185834736.post-3151299408377527177</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Sep 2010 12:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-26T17:33:40.968+05:30</atom:updated><title>Read Between the Lines</title><atom:summary> So I was thinking if it would be right to make to posts over one weekend..i know..its not that big a deal but off late I seriously have been thinking I am runnin out of content..by virtue of the adaptation to 140 characters that I blurt out on twitter...Like Bjorn says twitter is just 140 characters.. there is no way it can not let you blog.. Nonetheless, I wasnt getting too much sleep one of </atom:summary><link>http://returnofthemac.blogspot.com/2010/09/read-between-lines.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ADITYA)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538033950185834736.post-7214232070341502551</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Sep 2010 20:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-25T02:15:37.707+05:30</atom:updated><title>Gareeb Bharat and My Barbaadi</title><atom:summary>Sala Bhaarat mein kitna gareebi hai be... This has been running in my head since the morning and may be even before..but its not something that dawned upon me just today.. every fkking day I take a rick ride back home some rick guy has a sad story and it makes me feel fkked up about cribbing about a bad day at work..  I mean seriously take a look at our lives.. compare to some one else who </atom:summary><link>http://returnofthemac.blogspot.com/2010/09/gareeb-bharat-and-my-barbaadi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ADITYA)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538033950185834736.post-7676545418855519643</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Apr 2010 07:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-19T12:47:57.288+05:30</atom:updated><title>Aam..Aam ki Gutli.....and Android</title><atom:summary>So I did have my first Mango for the season..and trust me going by the usual season standards, Ive started early..As a Kid, (I seriously think I was retarded as a kid and something went right in course of time and may be I became alright) I hated mangoes and couldnt get myself to eat them, or so my Dad keeps telling me.  There could be 2 ways to conclude this. Its either one of those things among</atom:summary><link>http://returnofthemac.blogspot.com/2010/04/aamaam-ki-gutliand-android.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ADITYA)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

