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So the baseline is that my prelims are over. I do have practicals from monday but thats kinda not as hectic as the written papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then yesterday after my exams got over i came home early and first of all met Rajiv at noon... We had our usual laughing our ass of conversation. The only notable feature is that we were just below peanuts house and we just could NOT shut our mouths from taunting her. Mr. Peanut senior was at home and considering what all we were cooking up im very happy he is probably hard of hearing. Just to keep things clear it included a very lot of sexual content and obscenities :-D yeah, we have a knack for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i saw jane tu.... Good movie, though it seemed less effective this time. And then just when i thought im göna get bored in the afternoon mukta called and we were göna go to a movie. Now thats the start of a chain reaction which is göna lead to many effects which havent even completed yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some crappy auto rickshaw strike was on so i had to pick her up from her grandparents place... And due to Adityas death threat we decided not to see his fav akshay kumar starrer ( im very grateful to this decision now on seeing its reviews ) and saw ghajini instead... And just what had to happen, my whole fucking class lands up in the theater same time. Ok, i hope it wont be bad. We can slip them somehow. I was wrong. Bloody full class saw. And best of all they had to see the same movie! Oh crap! I could see whats göna happen the next time we meet again. Dangerous picture. Luckily atleast we were far behind from them! But after a while i just left it: i mean shes my friend and im not embarassed of her... Ill try to tell wer not dating but even if they wont listen i really dont care. I enjoyed the movie, she had fun. Screw them. So anyways, needless to say with my excellent timing skills we went in the parking right when everyone was there... And at every 5 meters there was someone i knew... Hail loyola! The movie was atleast worth one watch. I was kinda happy atleast one movie that dint suck hardcore.. But then Rajiv told me its been ripped off an english to tamil to hindi... Bloody ass holes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Rajiv finally got another cell... But its a delicate sony erricson and hopefully mr. Barbarian can handle it :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterdays day was fun and im göna make sure todays is too... Gota do some shopping but not feeling like it only.. Lets see. But i swear this small break also feels like a very micro mini preview of post boards era, and its really sweet :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310339781669828073-7794499264371570969?l=immortalheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~4/WB8mw59uWYQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/7794499264371570969/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310339781669828073&amp;postID=7794499264371570969" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/7794499264371570969?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/7794499264371570969?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~3/WB8mw59uWYQ/wohoo.html" title="WOHOO!" /><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133277995193672464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oi2aYRrjSgc/SVc2QA6TBHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gneMBK4H4ZQ/S220/nirvana_2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/2009/01/wohoo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQFRH86cCp7ImA9WxVTGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310339781669828073.post-8681749860771331262</id><published>2009-01-01T22:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:48:35.118+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-01T22:48:35.118+05:30</app:edited><title>2009 and more...</title><content type="html">Happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its da 2009 huh.... Sweet, im göna be 18 this year.Meaning finally getting a car! A convertable would be good for my long drives but dont expect it as yet :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now besides doing activities like growing after hogging on good food, i really wan2 get things done this year. Its been a long time and ive been putting off a lot of stuff to 'when ill be 18'.... Finally the time is here, though i really hope to start off well b4 my birthday.... Boring to be waiting all the way till the 10th month of da year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among those thing im göna start taking my blog seriously. Its not happening now with the preboards on 5th and boards and competitives around... But once done with that im göna have a nice lot of time and i can focus on other stuff... So ill buy a domain atleast, revamp a nice template and maybe try wordpress.. Lets see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, seems like this year will be actually a lot more happening in a sense ill be able to start a company, own a sexy car, probably get the house to myself and maybe ill actually again start dating again... Ha, whatever! Lets see how this year turns out....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310339781669828073-8681749860771331262?l=immortalheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~4/gejYbPk-03s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/8681749860771331262/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310339781669828073&amp;postID=8681749860771331262" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/8681749860771331262?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/8681749860771331262?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~3/gejYbPk-03s/2009-and-more.html" title="2009 and more..." /><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133277995193672464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oi2aYRrjSgc/SVc2QA6TBHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gneMBK4H4ZQ/S220/nirvana_2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-and-more.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IEQHkzfyp7ImA9WxRbF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310339781669828073.post-399439162223064590</id><published>2008-12-08T08:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-08T08:35:01.787+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-08T08:35:01.787+05:30</app:edited><title>About being sick</title><content type="html">Ok, im sick and its totally irritating to have to lie in bed all day. I saw tv, tried reading but its all too boring..... Suddenly all useless stuff like being hyper like trying to touch the ceiling and similar retarded actions seem so luring. Im not feeling like doing anything yet im yearning to do something. Shit! I think its taking a toll on my brain, im writing shit. Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that my whining part is over, good news is that im on my way to recovery. Mukta ditched me for jogging today so had to go alone like a fool. But guess what, i actually enjoyed being alone for a while. Loner huh. Nah! Music was my company as usual. Oh btw, i think my cell needs to be dipped in ganga or something, I DISCOVERED A HIMESH SONG! OMG! OMG! * "i actually shouted what the fuck you bastard" when i saw it. Given my talent of saying wrong stuff at wrong times, my mom was present in my company at that time. :) *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note Rajiv is back together. Aditya is anyways courting. So im the only single mischief maker around. Im actually kinda enjoying it :) no tensions, no overacting whatsoever. And im doing calculus. I dont like studying maths. Not like i dont like maths or im not good at it or anything. The problem is im good at maths, i study it and think im an academic prodigy. Forget every subject is not maths and i need to study them also. Wierd problems in my life.... Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im all bored and im writing shit despite being aware of it. Maybe i can become an editor of aaj tak or some crappy sister of its.... Damn you retarded media. Ending on a happy note hoping to get well soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310339781669828073-399439162223064590?l=immortalheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~4/jeZmlQbKG1A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/399439162223064590/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310339781669828073&amp;postID=399439162223064590" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/399439162223064590?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/399439162223064590?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~3/jeZmlQbKG1A/about-being-sick.html" title="About being sick" /><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133277995193672464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oi2aYRrjSgc/SVc2QA6TBHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gneMBK4H4ZQ/S220/nirvana_2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/2008/12/about-being-sick.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkADQHk9eip7ImA9WxRUGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310339781669828073.post-305238099536980972</id><published>2008-11-28T13:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-28T13:22:51.762+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-28T13:22:51.762+05:30</app:edited><title>Live ..... From friends closet</title><content type="html">Ok, this is like typical off movies but guess what, im hiding in Adityas closet coz his mom is back home. Its a small place, and im 6 feet guy. No air, space or light. This my friends... Is blogging under 'tough' conditions. Its really really bad... I was in his toilet before... cribng about lack of space and now im fucking packed... Its funny but my aching legs and hands dont think so. Sheesh.... Ill keep blogging coz cant do anything else. Till next time.... Hoping to come out sound safe and alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310339781669828073-305238099536980972?l=immortalheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~4/wdtrSfXmbhk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/305238099536980972/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310339781669828073&amp;postID=305238099536980972" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/305238099536980972?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/305238099536980972?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~3/wdtrSfXmbhk/live-from-friends-closet.html" title="Live ..... From friends closet" /><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133277995193672464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oi2aYRrjSgc/SVc2QA6TBHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gneMBK4H4ZQ/S220/nirvana_2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/2008/11/live-from-friends-closet.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EDRHc7fip7ImA9WxRWGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310339781669828073.post-4243363944412956417</id><published>2008-11-05T23:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:57:55.906+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-05T23:57:55.906+05:30</app:edited><title>Half century .....</title><content type="html">Just logged on to blogger after what seems like ages and noticed that this blog has perfectly 50 posts! Ok i admit i deleted one but shoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its been a while since ive last posted. All this while along with many different small things, there were some major updates. Ill be listing them ( without proper formatting ... Im posting via my cell and its too boring to sit and format everything ) for all you people who have been by my side all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* vacations: had nice long vacations. But college is again starting from monday. Had a bloody blast with lot of illegal (with respect to parental guidelines) stuff being done by me,Rajiv and Aditya with great perfection that we would love to attribute to our experience in learning to be more cunning every time on being caught :) will pick up this topic in detail later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Aditya swati issue- they fought, they spoke, they got back together. Thats pretty much all i can say without creating havoc :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Mukta issue- finally resolved! This matter was the only thing that got to my head in a long while but good thats its finally resolved. I trust my friend again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Mukta issue 2: if your reading this mukta, dont get too happy to see your two mentions. The first one is not a compliment. Anyways, not mad at her anymore coz we are good buddies now. Im like her fitness instructor, love life manager(monica to her reachel in her own words), career advisor and 24/7 time pass. Not an easy task i tell you. So im managing like around 5 full fleged teen lives at one time along with studies. Not bad :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sneha: old friend. Really love this part, got her no from mukta and am dying to talk to her. But getting kind of nervous. Really dont want to mess things up with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its getting too tedious to type like this so will probably stop here. More once im back to using the comp which is screwed by the way. Have to complete and submit the evs project (who the fuck made these retards the education ministers and stuff i dont understand!) by monday. Other divison will be getting another month coz our german teacher whose their evs teacher is going to germany. WHY?! Its quite late and mom is yelling thinking im messaging someone late so gtg .... Hopefully post more soon and everything goes really well with sneha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310339781669828073-4243363944412956417?l=immortalheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~4/G4BiYVD2jhs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/4243363944412956417/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310339781669828073&amp;postID=4243363944412956417" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/4243363944412956417?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/4243363944412956417?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~3/G4BiYVD2jhs/half-century.html" title="Half century ....." /><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133277995193672464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oi2aYRrjSgc/SVc2QA6TBHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gneMBK4H4ZQ/S220/nirvana_2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/2008/11/half-century.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQMRX0_cCp7ImA9WxRXFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310339781669828073.post-3178819598447694266</id><published>2008-10-20T00:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-20T00:23:04.348+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-20T00:23:04.348+05:30</app:edited><title>Fuck me! Yes fucking fuck me. Just rape me.</title><content type="html">I would want to keep this post to myself and Rajiv so anyone else reading please stop here.&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;br /&gt; You fucking get pissed off on fucking small cop bribe and then like a retard that you will never want to be end up screwing on the path of problems and wrong decisions! I mean you yourself know what the right way is, and then just a small and insignificant addition to the means is so alluring? Was it even worth it? I mean like you fucking hope to be the mountain and a screwed up fool comes and fucks all down the drain! Really, what happened? Know what, your all that strengthening and all thinking is now in vain, and she showed it. A really insignificant person even on having no intent and you give so much importance? You put aside all his weaknesses, abuses, and swear to yourself to be behind him to block all blows, and now run like a bastard behind some small distraction. Screw up the feelings of the person who knows you the best, whom you talk your heart out to. Really man, you messed up. And messed up bad, coz its about the principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there will be payback. Not just this time but for until biting the dust. And the learnt lesson will stay forever. Im sorry Rajiv, for not walking my talk, but you got me back and you know i wont ever wander.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310339781669828073-3178819598447694266?l=immortalheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~4/dbKQQTX036s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/3178819598447694266/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310339781669828073&amp;postID=3178819598447694266" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/3178819598447694266?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/3178819598447694266?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~3/dbKQQTX036s/fuck-me-yes-fucking-fuck-me-just-rape.html" title="Fuck me! Yes fucking fuck me. Just rape me." /><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133277995193672464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oi2aYRrjSgc/SVc2QA6TBHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gneMBK4H4ZQ/S220/nirvana_2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/2008/10/fuck-me-yes-fucking-fuck-me-just-rape.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4ARH4-cCp7ImA9WxRXEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310339781669828073.post-3062007274940199129</id><published>2008-10-17T21:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:25:45.058+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-17T21:25:45.058+05:30</app:edited><title>Reignited .... on the right path once more</title><content type="html">So yes, this post is going to be somewhat philosophical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the story starts with the exams. Yes, and this time i am blaming the system of more than the usual propoganda. Due to the exams and our stupid principal keeping two papers a day ( these are fucking college terminals for god sake! What the hell does he think is a real mystery to me. ) put so much pressure that studies was THE ONLY thing that we could have done. Not bragging but if being quite good at studies i am finding the heat i  suppose its was really bad. So the moral of the story, that pressure took up all my attention and my focus on my darling dream was not so good. But then i came across a really good book called 'stay hungry, stay foolish', which is actually Steve Jobs's advice. So then the focus is back on track and it really feels so fucking awesome! Its inexpressible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and another thing is i am trying to get the book 'polyester prince' on one of my favourates, apne Dhirubhai. There were some political problems and now the ass holes have banned the book in india. Bloody fuckers. But thats not going to stop me. Ill do whatever it takes, even if i have to go out, buy that book and smuggle it back in india. Screw you people and your crappy 'bans'. That's going to be a good story considering my obsession about something i really want. :) im even entertaining while obsessing over something. Rajiv and Aditya will happily swear by this. So lets see. Will keep you updated. And ending with steve's line- 'stay hungry, stay foolish!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310339781669828073-3062007274940199129?l=immortalheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~4/EFezCgEV4Ik" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/3062007274940199129/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310339781669828073&amp;postID=3062007274940199129" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/3062007274940199129?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/3062007274940199129?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~3/EFezCgEV4Ik/reignited-on-right-path-once-more.html" title="Reignited .... on the right path once more" /><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133277995193672464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oi2aYRrjSgc/SVc2QA6TBHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gneMBK4H4ZQ/S220/nirvana_2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/2008/10/reignited-on-right-path-once-more.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUAQXo4fip7ImA9WxRXEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310339781669828073.post-8397820543934753890</id><published>2008-10-15T12:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:07:20.436+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-15T13:07:20.436+05:30</app:edited><title>Green Day's new ....</title><content type="html">Green Day is coming out with their new album.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some ref links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greendayauthority.com/index.php?subaction=showcomments&amp;amp;id=1223265900" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.greendayauthority.com/index.p&lt;wbr&gt;hp?subaction=showcomments&amp;amp;id=1223265&lt;wbr&gt;900&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greendayauthority.com/index.php?subaction=showcomments&amp;amp;id=1224046399" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.greendayauthority.com/index.p&lt;wbr&gt;hp?subaction=showcomments&amp;amp;id=1224046&lt;wbr&gt;399&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greendayauthority.com/index.php?subaction=showcomments&amp;amp;id=1223667740" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.greendayauthority.com/index.p&lt;wbr&gt;hp?subaction=showcomments&amp;amp;id=1223667&lt;wbr&gt;740&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And something more for TP....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oi2aYRrjSgc/SPWdlyOEoJI/AAAAAAAAAVI/BZfEMOPEs2Q/s1600-h/FTBlog0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oi2aYRrjSgc/SPWdlyOEoJI/AAAAAAAAAVI/BZfEMOPEs2Q/s400/FTBlog0307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257281412486439058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310339781669828073-8397820543934753890?l=immortalheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~4/JnH0PemsK1w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/8397820543934753890/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310339781669828073&amp;postID=8397820543934753890" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/8397820543934753890?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/8397820543934753890?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~3/JnH0PemsK1w/green-days-new.html" title="Green Day's new ...." /><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133277995193672464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oi2aYRrjSgc/SVc2QA6TBHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gneMBK4H4ZQ/S220/nirvana_2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oi2aYRrjSgc/SPWdlyOEoJI/AAAAAAAAAVI/BZfEMOPEs2Q/s72-c/FTBlog0307.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/2008/10/green-days-new.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEFR34zfyp7ImA9WxRQGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310339781669828073.post-3072159722881884277</id><published>2008-10-13T15:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:40:16.087+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-13T15:40:16.087+05:30</app:edited><title>I get you Albert</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;So after a loooooong time of slogging for exams I got two days to enjoy. It was eventful weekend with a nice party at AJ's place and subsequent jamming session. Oh! Aditya really needs to get that accent of. His singing doesn't suck so much ( ok ok ... your good. Dont get too happy now) but that accent really strikes.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So besided, that's not the main agenda of this post. The real agenda is about the extra week of college we have to attend before the vacations. Man, that word's creating kind of excitement that high school kid's have. Feels good. Anyways, today was the first day of this retarded week and it was FUCKING boring. We dint even have lectures till 4 as usual. But every minute passed sooo slowly and then the great Chemistry teacher. She deserves a full post all alone. Actually more than one. But to tell the story in an ultra short version, she's an hyper active lady who shouts the shit out while explaining. Her every single word is like a kick in the butt. We are all sleepy and half dead of boredom ... and then this lady walks in and &lt;i&gt;forces&lt;/i&gt; our mind into attention mode. WTF? She really has that power to make you stay awake when your body is begging you to sleep.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So the day was really really boring. And then I remembered Albert Einsteins theory of relativity. I really understood it. I suspect he ripped his work of the blog of some collegian like me :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On another note ... Ive got to plan for the vacations. Have to start studying for the finals but before that &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; means &lt;i&gt;HAVE&lt;/i&gt; to do some big mischef. The &lt;a href='http://mischiefmakersinc.blogspot.com/' target='_blank'&gt;Mischief Makers&lt;/a&gt; are kind of diverted currently due to Aditya's (mainly) and Rajiv's (now history... finally) love affiars. But this Diwali the MM will rise up from the ashe's to do more and better &lt;i&gt;kede&lt;/i&gt;! *Evil Grin*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Have German class in bout half an hour. I really hope thats not as boring as the day before. *Touchwood*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;More later!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310339781669828073-3072159722881884277?l=immortalheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~4/hXgIMDGGDgc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/3072159722881884277/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310339781669828073&amp;postID=3072159722881884277" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/3072159722881884277?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/3072159722881884277?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~3/hXgIMDGGDgc/i-get-you-albert.html" title="I get you Albert" /><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133277995193672464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oi2aYRrjSgc/SVc2QA6TBHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gneMBK4H4ZQ/S220/nirvana_2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-get-you-albert.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ECSXg6cCp7ImA9WxRQFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310339781669828073.post-8330303781055139356</id><published>2008-10-10T21:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:51:08.618+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-10T21:51:08.618+05:30</app:edited><title>Mischief Makers Records</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;So lately the mischief makers have entered the field of Rock &amp;amp; Roll with full fledged album in the making. With Rajiv's crazy obsession we were hardly away from Rock &amp;amp; Roll ... especially the wilder part of it. But anyways. So the Mischief Makers have decided to enlighten the world with the divine creativity that only us three possess.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So to tell in non overacting words, we are taking the idea of releasing our first album soon. It will probably have around 5-7 songs. To early to tell but we have two AWESOME compositions already and the fact that the next one is in the making is a good omen. So as we are busy belting out the next greatest creation of the universe while high on doses of pepsi's and cola's (and pure mineral water for me ;0 ) the saga of profanity and huge amounts of racism - we being brown and in India somewhat buffers us of getting screwed for it. So anyways, have to attend a Party at AJ's place..... More later!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310339781669828073-8330303781055139356?l=immortalheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~4/c0q_blpfCt4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/8330303781055139356/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310339781669828073&amp;postID=8330303781055139356" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/8330303781055139356?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/8330303781055139356?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~3/c0q_blpfCt4/mischief-makers-records.html" title="Mischief Makers Records" /><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133277995193672464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oi2aYRrjSgc/SVc2QA6TBHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gneMBK4H4ZQ/S220/nirvana_2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/2008/10/mischief-makers-records.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMMSHg_eCp7ImA9WxRQFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310339781669828073.post-8517878678373244672</id><published>2008-10-10T14:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:51:29.640+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-10T14:51:29.640+05:30</app:edited><title>The Break Up Season</title><content type="html">So its been a while since I last posted. Examinations are really a big pain in the ass. So anyways, today was the last painful day and its finally over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this while somewhat mysteriously coinciding with my exams seems to be a break up season all over. I mean in the last few weeks have been all leading to a long needed climax of stress and strain. Even AJ is probably done breaking up by now. He's on his picnic and if things go as per planned, he will be single by now. I too suffered from the trauma of a similarly stressful exam that I just broke up with :) Ok, enough of my failed humor attempts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the thing is as I said before, many people are breaking up right now. Among the fresh new people who just started going out, 100% of them have broke up. Among those I know of course. But now I realize, it is really tough to be in a long unf*cked relationship. That the odds of happily ever after ( which is just about 6-12 months in my case ; im just 17 ) seem as good as Bollywoods chances of coming out with an original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's some of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chicken Soup for the Punk Soul&lt;/span&gt;. Most of the following literature is based on the discourses of &lt;a href="http://patheticthings.blogspot.com"&gt;Rajiv&lt;/a&gt;. No thanks whatsoever ;) So the moral of any break up story is that one must simply decide if is it really worth to obsesses over some one who is not even capable of giving you happiness? I mean in some cases the 'Just Fuck It' attitude is the BEST thing to carry on. And break up season certainly warrants this essential accessory. So be careful. If your relationship shows any chances of titanic, better be the one to pull the plug. If its not you, just FUCK it, who cares? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310339781669828073-8517878678373244672?l=immortalheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~4/3a3Prnet4xE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/8517878678373244672/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310339781669828073&amp;postID=8517878678373244672" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/8517878678373244672?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/8517878678373244672?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~3/3a3Prnet4xE/break-up-season.html" title="The Break Up Season" /><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133277995193672464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oi2aYRrjSgc/SVc2QA6TBHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gneMBK4H4ZQ/S220/nirvana_2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/2008/10/break-up-season.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYMRnY_cSp7ImA9WxRRF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310339781669828073.post-5856484873453921628</id><published>2008-09-30T23:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:06:27.849+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-30T23:06:27.849+05:30</app:edited><title>Aeros . Yesterday Today and tomorrow.</title><content type="html">Congrats aeros. 5 years and still strong. The day will come. Oh yeah, and also- happy birthday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310339781669828073-5856484873453921628?l=immortalheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~4/1oaGoC_uiEs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/5856484873453921628/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310339781669828073&amp;postID=5856484873453921628" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/5856484873453921628?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/5856484873453921628?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~3/1oaGoC_uiEs/aeros-yesterday-today-and-tomorrow.html" title="Aeros . Yesterday Today and tomorrow." /><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133277995193672464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oi2aYRrjSgc/SVc2QA6TBHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gneMBK4H4ZQ/S220/nirvana_2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/2008/09/aeros-yesterday-today-and-tomorrow.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MNSXc7eSp7ImA9WxRRF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310339781669828073.post-2661533439409191731</id><published>2008-09-29T20:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:48:18.901+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-29T20:48:18.901+05:30</app:edited><title>Some in your ass ....</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;So here's an update on that &lt;a href='http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/2008/09/sticky-note.html' target='_blank'&gt;sticky note&lt;/a&gt; I made about the post I was supposed to make a few days back.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Here's an awesome incident about a great typical &lt;i&gt;scum-of-India&lt;/i&gt; type of guy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yours truly and rajiv were going on the same vehicle. Aditya and his friend Puneeth were on the other. We are going on this nice wide road (good that Pune has many of these). Screeching and howling ... Rajiv was as usual making my shock absorbers work hard by dancing to his hearts content. Just then far away we saw the source if what I suppose would be special pollution creating vehicle. It was fucking BAD! I mean I live in India and people like me who are so used to it that we can differentiate CO from SO2 (seriously); when we say bad, it is really bad. So back to the point, we were following this dense black cloud that was over 100mts long. We called Aditya and told him 'PUC' (that stands for pollution under control certificate issued by the govt by the way). And that was all the ignition that evil mind needed ;)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We went near that guy. Those were two idiots. I have a strong intution that they were into the 'plumbing industry'. Mostly D-Grade plumbers. So the one who was driving was like the typical short and rat like plumber. The guy behind was little more manly. Not strong by any standards though. So first I and rajiv got into that smoke and started shouting and coughing on the top of our voices. That guy looked but that smoke would have actually made anyones condition similar. So then the great Aditya goes next to him. We were doing around 60-70 so couldent hear what he said. But the next sight is that Aditya is speeding his ass off and that guy on the smoke-mobil (the one sitting behind) is issuing threats to him. Wohoo! I rushed to tell aditya that there was a signal in front. Then he sped and &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; made it in time to get through. Me and rjiv and the the smoke-mobil were waiting at the signal. The police station was just like 5 mts away. This cop walks upto the mobil and asks for a PUC certificate. And that fool dint have any, what a surprise. Still he did some overacting before admitting. And then Rajiv! He laughed out so loudly that every single soul at that place (that cop included) was staring at us. Man, that made me proud. India will progress! First time we did mischief that was towards the benifit of mankind an loo ... we got the cops on our side!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But Rajiv is Rajiv. He just couldent let go of the pleasure of expressing to that guy '&lt;i&gt;YOU BASTARTD!! I TOLD YOU!!&lt;/i&gt;' So we went near the police station where they were standing outside. Then some good hearted abusive gestures from rajiv probably added some more 'mirch-masala' to that guys well deserved misery.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;All in a days work folks .... all in a days work!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310339781669828073-2661533439409191731?l=immortalheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~4/pCs6WhE-z70" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/2661533439409191731/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310339781669828073&amp;postID=2661533439409191731" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/2661533439409191731?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/2661533439409191731?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~3/pCs6WhE-z70/some-in-your-ass.html" title="Some in your ass ...." /><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133277995193672464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oi2aYRrjSgc/SVc2QA6TBHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gneMBK4H4ZQ/S220/nirvana_2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-in-your-ass.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUBR3s4fCp7ImA9WxRRFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310339781669828073.post-3706634607119728841</id><published>2008-09-27T23:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:10:56.534+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-27T23:10:56.534+05:30</app:edited><title>You bastard is that you ...</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;So life keeps teaching me. Every time you feel that you are good with something, life nicely shoves a vegetable up your ass to remind that your not so great after all! Or its somewhat like you still have a lot to learn. I feel quite enigmatic every time a fate gets a turn in this game called my life.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So as it keeps happening, Im just back from a lil argument and the successive clearing up of things. Just another proof our friendship will last forever AJ! So actual story aside, its a bit of something else that seems to be using some of my processing power. Its a small question with really really BIG importance; its ego my friend. Among the many things that I consider I have to adhere to, there are some that are of real importance in a way that they must be there &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt;. And one thing I learnt is glamour is good, but being modest &lt;i&gt;IS&lt;/i&gt; de facto necessicity. For most people being modest is so that others dont call you a show off or similar grounds.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ego though is a different ball game altogether. To me ego is like a virus. Its something that is the most illogical in a very negative way. I believe that blind and illogical commitments are one of THE MOST strongest emotions possibly ever felt. That is the same thing as drive and obessiosion that makes pioneers. But imagine how bad can its negative counterpart be. Ego is somewhat like saying 'Thats all I can do. I am sure that thats all the potential I have. So now that I am sure I cant do better, let me sit like a beggar on the road and propogate to every one!' What a waste!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So the thing is that I am suspecting some amount of ego showed up in the early part of the argument. It was ego mixed with self pity. And that is exactly one thing i fucking hate! I feel that am I so weak that I have to resort to other peoples pity! Seriously, so bad? Its distrusting your own belif.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So that slip upsets me very much. I will have to make up for it. Hope and self belif .... thats my prime identity.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So now I have to fix things up. And knowing what usually happens after such a slip from past existence, its going to be really good. Now thats not ego talking, its that same self faith. World, hold on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310339781669828073-3706634607119728841?l=immortalheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~4/-C0QDdyPpms" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/3706634607119728841/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310339781669828073&amp;postID=3706634607119728841" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/3706634607119728841?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/3706634607119728841?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~3/-C0QDdyPpms/you-bastard-is-that-you.html" title="You bastard is that you ..." /><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133277995193672464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oi2aYRrjSgc/SVc2QA6TBHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gneMBK4H4ZQ/S220/nirvana_2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-bastard-is-that-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ANSHw6eCp7ImA9WxRREko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310339781669828073.post-4842338329445440162</id><published>2008-09-24T21:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:26:39.210+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-24T21:26:39.210+05:30</app:edited><title>Sticky note</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Just a reminder about the incident I gota tell you people about P.U.C&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310339781669828073-4842338329445440162?l=immortalheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~4/N3v-Uso3wso" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/4842338329445440162/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310339781669828073&amp;postID=4842338329445440162" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/4842338329445440162?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/4842338329445440162?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~3/N3v-Uso3wso/sticky-note.html" title="Sticky note" /><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133277995193672464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oi2aYRrjSgc/SVc2QA6TBHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gneMBK4H4ZQ/S220/nirvana_2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/2008/09/sticky-note.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMCSXc4fSp7ImA9WxRREkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310339781669828073.post-6730456105494140846</id><published>2008-09-24T16:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-24T16:21:08.935+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-24T16:21:08.935+05:30</app:edited><title>Practicals over! Wooohoooo!</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;The ordeal is finally over. Giving up most hopes of faring good in the geology practicals, I thoroughly enjoyed my last night watching some whore showing off and then losing on 'moment of truth'. Take that you bitch!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I have to admit. Even though all the while i knew i was heading towards the deep shit, it was quite enjoyable to while away time playing stupid cell games and troubling people while most of the others were busy trying to study. *Evil Grin*. The geo practicals were not so good.(as expected)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So my point is not to sit and whine about studies. (shoo .... get lost those thoughts) Actually I want to tell about a new kind of 'aha' moment I and Rajiv have been waiting for. From yesterday the air seems to have some kind of sense of anticipation. Its like when we three Idiots are upto some mischief. But this time I sense a difference. Dont exactly know what though. Its somewhat like the usual 'time is passing ... tick-tok...' way of boringly spending the evenings will soon come to and end. Thats a really really awesome thought. Until now we spent our evening with our 'guinea pigs' bringing our every creative Idea to practicality. Even if it was childish, many a times it did create core senses of things that are not so childish. But one thing that was constant and over overflowing all the while was creativity. AQ Gang was never short of that!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So FF to today. Just yesterday in crossword I saw a new book titled something on 'urgency'. That did propel my mind into a direction of how we can really do something with our time that we spend quite foolishly every evening. As usual I thought of searching on the net. But maybe I am slowly coming at par with the thought that maybe Google cant answer all of life's questions :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So I shall continue my search towards something besser! Till later!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310339781669828073-6730456105494140846?l=immortalheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~4/XfuB_4JuDB8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/6730456105494140846/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310339781669828073&amp;postID=6730456105494140846" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/6730456105494140846?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/6730456105494140846?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~3/XfuB_4JuDB8/practicals-over-wooohoooo.html" title="Practicals over! Wooohoooo!" /><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133277995193672464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oi2aYRrjSgc/SVc2QA6TBHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gneMBK4H4ZQ/S220/nirvana_2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/2008/09/practicals-over-wooohoooo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UAQX0yfSp7ImA9WxRSGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310339781669828073.post-9209428657040284809</id><published>2008-09-19T21:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-19T21:17:20.395+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-19T21:17:20.395+05:30</app:edited><title>about things ....</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt; One thing that I really really fail to understand is &lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;How people do the same things that another billion population does and expects different results?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I mean seriously! Can anyone really fool themselves so much that they believe that the same goddamn way and overall lifestyle that other 1,000,000,000 people (the numbers are for better picture of the scale I am talking about) are following is going to lead you anywhere else that those others are. And I dont think one has much worth living if there are so many people doing what he is. Really, whats the whole reason of your existence? Instead why dont you jump into a well so that atleast the shit your pooping out will not have to be cleaned by the PMC.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I myself can not stand negativity, so those last few words are really tough even for me to type. I feel everyone can be really meaningful. But that drive, that desire to dream (and seriously I mean beyond naked hot girls). One of the most profound line I ever said about myself is that 'I live on dreams'. It is the ultimate truth of my life. Ambition is what my sense of meaning is.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I feel those who have that spark, however small; I need to know them. They are the people worth spending your time on. Thats the only thing really basic to any life, time. So the only people who deserve it are thosewho are not mere talking-walking heap of bone. I mean really, is that your existence? What? Being on the top of your class? Partying with that hot guy/girl tonight? Seriously, are you kidding me? Those people are really nit even worth being called humans. Animals live such a robotic existence better. Atleast they dont try to fake it .....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyways, I really hope to touch the lives of such people, as many as possible. Coz each single one is unique, a real Human!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310339781669828073-9209428657040284809?l=immortalheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~4/CfFHsTG-17s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/9209428657040284809/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310339781669828073&amp;postID=9209428657040284809" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/9209428657040284809?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/9209428657040284809?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~3/CfFHsTG-17s/about-things.html" title="about things ...." /><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133277995193672464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oi2aYRrjSgc/SVc2QA6TBHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gneMBK4H4ZQ/S220/nirvana_2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/2008/09/about-things.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAMQXo_cCp7ImA9WxRSF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310339781669828073.post-4584591923270843426</id><published>2008-09-18T14:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-18T14:36:20.448+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-18T14:36:20.448+05:30</app:edited><title>Is she still gona be my ....</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;The media player is busy busting out awesome songs loudly. And thinking of an awesome song to dedicate to her ....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Its not often that this happens.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I and another friend of mine whom I had given a lift along the way were on way to college. We were like almost there. There was some traffic. I was just making some sarcastic comments about the situation but then as I looked around, I saw a yellow school bus. I looked at her, she was looking back. It was just 3 seconds. Or maybe 5 seconds. OMG! Im get a weird feeling right now as I remember that moment. I could live that forever. Her face ...... (right now the line 'all your dreams may come true' from sympathy played ...maybe it an omen) That look really penetrated me beyond usual ..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I don't know what it is. I really cant tell anything. All I know that she's from Daffodil International School. We maybe had a moment. All I could think of all day in college is her. And maybe that I will do something about it. I haven't had this kind of feeling. Maybe it was somewhat like the one I got when I was about to ask Ritz. But that was wayyyyyy less intense. I still feel weird. I don't even know what the hell was that. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One good thing is that I searched online and seems her school is upto 12th. Good. I HAVE to do something. Maybe I will be waiting from really early tomorrow for that bus to return. Never done or had this kind of desire before. It has nothing to do with sex. Its really fucking tough to explain. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One thing for sure ... those moments did give me what I suppose was real jiggles. .... .... ..... whoosh!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310339781669828073-4584591923270843426?l=immortalheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~4/8-lpkxEo1f0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/4584591923270843426/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310339781669828073&amp;postID=4584591923270843426" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/4584591923270843426?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/4584591923270843426?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~3/8-lpkxEo1f0/is-she-still-gona-be-my.html" title="Is she still gona be my ...." /><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133277995193672464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oi2aYRrjSgc/SVc2QA6TBHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gneMBK4H4ZQ/S220/nirvana_2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-she-still-gona-be-my.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIGR38_eCp7ImA9WxRSF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310339781669828073.post-6751212751073888095</id><published>2008-09-18T09:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-18T09:32:06.140+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-18T09:32:06.140+05:30</app:edited><title>Finally, please god!</title><content type="html">My last stint regarding relationship with any female was like around approx 4 years ago. And belive me its been unbelievably true, but all these years i have not even had any hopes. No crushes, dating is a too farfetched idea. And after such a popular existence in most of high school, it feels very wierd. And the worst part is that unlike all the other things in my life, h seemed to have absolutely no aim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it feels really really good. I have an aim. It is very tough but thats the fun. I am in school. Will write detail when i in back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Daffodil international&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310339781669828073-6751212751073888095?l=immortalheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~4/BK0Wvd72bpI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/6751212751073888095/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310339781669828073&amp;postID=6751212751073888095" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/6751212751073888095?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/6751212751073888095?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~3/BK0Wvd72bpI/finally-please-god.html" title="Finally, please god!" /><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133277995193672464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oi2aYRrjSgc/SVc2QA6TBHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gneMBK4H4ZQ/S220/nirvana_2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-please-god.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MHQns4fCp7ImA9WxRSFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310339781669828073.post-6635999201743355849</id><published>2008-09-15T16:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:13:53.534+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-15T16:13:53.534+05:30</app:edited><title>ins Theater gehen - The Theater chronicles</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Pardon me for the seemingly weird title but thats just to show off my newly acquired skills in German language. ( thats a different story that those are probably only few words I can speak properly - rest assured, I DO know the swearing ). So that title means " Going to the theater."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So now the point of the post is to provide a spotlight to the achievements of our mischief in almost all the prime multiplexes in Pune. Wohoo! So lets start the &lt;b&gt;"chronicles of Inox and the Mischief makers!"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/b&gt;It had been 3 days since our heart throb and Rajiv's aim in life, 'Rock On' had released. Most of the tom dick &amp;amp; Harry's had already seen the movie. And this very painful truth stung each of us every time we saw retards.(thats almost all the time). So then finally AJ managed to soothe his love desires and the trip to Inox was planned and ready to be executed. Yeah baby!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So early morning I pick up Rajiv, later remembering that I should have worn a helmet considering it was him with the influence of Rock On ... So anyways, we hit the road. Singing, shouting, screaming and roaring along the way. Rajiv dint shy (shit I used rajiv and shy in the same line!) to scream out loud the tracks to sleepy and mostly 'non-English understanding' people. He even sung out loud to a guy pissing on the road. Well, he's The Rajiv. So we finally went to the theater uneventfully barring some minor anger on my side due to aditya giving wrong directions.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We parked in the basement, and I got into the lift. On coming up, I realized that I directly reached into the place where you usually need a ticket to get into. &lt;i&gt;Cool ..... if aditya wants to bomb this place, now he dosen't even need to walk :) &lt;/i&gt;They both also came up. And guess what is the first place we visit wherever we go. Its the TOILET! Its not possible that Rajiv and AJ go to some place and not pee in the places where its NOT supposed to be done. So we are into the toilet .... Rajivs home sweet home! Aditya is changing. I am pissing. And Rajiv is busy trying to remove the LCD hanging on the wall to take home. Heheh! Then we spend some more time removing the roof of the toilet, Aj is very innovative when it comes to destruction.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then we finally came out and hurried into the screen. We sat and as usual our bubbly hyper Rajiv started kicking the seat in front. An old lady (who looked as if she was sleeping with her gardener) does whining. Rajiv says ok. Soon they are gone from their seats! Thats the Mischief Makers!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We saw the movie, Rajiv happily sung every song that existed in the movie. Some hand holding between Aj and him. Some more time pass.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then we went to a nearby crossword, where the Motherfucking watchman took a bribe for giving me parking space. Special mention for that sonuvabitch. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then we went to aditya ka military base cum school to see his future wife (get the taunt aditya?). So mostly comparative uneventful return then.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;All in a days work .... All in a days work! ;)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310339781669828073-6635999201743355849?l=immortalheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~4/G0BywN1T2lQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/6635999201743355849/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310339781669828073&amp;postID=6635999201743355849" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/6635999201743355849?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/6635999201743355849?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~3/G0BywN1T2lQ/ins-theater-gehen-theater-chronicles.html" title="ins Theater gehen - The Theater chronicles" /><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133277995193672464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oi2aYRrjSgc/SVc2QA6TBHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gneMBK4H4ZQ/S220/nirvana_2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/2008/09/ins-theater-gehen-theater-chronicles.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AARHs_eCp7ImA9WxRSE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310339781669828073.post-6796344905464793324</id><published>2008-09-13T21:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:32:25.540+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-13T21:32:25.540+05:30</app:edited><title>Sue them please ..... Fuck the Indian M(a)edia</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Media was designed to be a way to spread the awareness among masses. To make things that matter get the a spotlight. BUT ....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Those retards have such a pain in the A$$ that they have to fucking create more panic. If you cant do anything worthwhile that helps in educating the masses with information that matters, at least don't mislead them!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Here's the present picture of Indian media. I am speaking about the majority of the channels. Some are good so I am not targeting them. So getting back to the point, these channels have a hobby of calling every thing as 'BRAKING!' Its like 'BRAKING! BREAKING! Chutyalal Bhenchudias cat is stuck on a tree!!' Then interviews of a local 'tantric' about how that cat is actually a witch in disguise and then the shocking evidence of how it had been the father of a pig. Bhaaaa .....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This is more of a useless rant .... I know but I am currently not in a mood of anything else. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Playing the bass with Green Day songs in the background ..... maybe thats got some of the influence thats causing this rant .... Just fuck it ....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Till later!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310339781669828073-6796344905464793324?l=immortalheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~4/xa6DNpDU-_w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/6796344905464793324/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310339781669828073&amp;postID=6796344905464793324" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/6796344905464793324?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/6796344905464793324?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~3/xa6DNpDU-_w/sue-them-please-fuck-indian-maedia.html" title="Sue them please ..... Fuck the Indian M(a)edia" /><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133277995193672464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oi2aYRrjSgc/SVc2QA6TBHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gneMBK4H4ZQ/S220/nirvana_2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/2008/09/sue-them-please-fuck-indian-maedia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08BQHc_eip7ImA9WxRSFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310339781669828073.post-547914943067380733</id><published>2008-09-09T17:50:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:20:51.942+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-15T16:20:51.942+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Retards" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Media" /><title>The great punker!</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;[&lt;i&gt;disclaimer&lt;/i&gt;:'Punker' is a copyright word of a very brilliant /sarcasm-intended\ boy who is very knowledgeable about the genres of todays rock scene. Using it front of me or &lt;a target='_blank' href='http://patheticthings.blogspot.com'&gt;rajiv&lt;/a&gt; may get you killed.] &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ok. Some people don't know what 'punk' is. Its understandable. Some people have a faint idea. Still understandable. But there are some great wannabes ..... or whatever you want to call them. But by luck or bad luck, I met a great sample. And believe me he is nothing short of entertaining especially when he's trying to show off using his ultra updated and correct /sarcasm\ knowledge base.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The incident goes like I am listening to a Green Day song. A few other decent people around are asking me something about Green Day. It was kind of a discussion. This guy walks up to us, and his words were approximately like this;(im in italics) "Hey, this is Green Dhay na?" &lt;i&gt;yes&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;it is&lt;/i&gt;; "Cool .... I also listen to them ... i like walk alone. You know that song?" &lt;i&gt;you mean boulevard?&lt;/i&gt; ; "no re .... I walk alone ...."; &lt;i&gt;ok ... :)&lt;/i&gt; ; " You know any other such bands?" &lt;i&gt;what such?&lt;/i&gt; ; " arrey ... Punker bands like green day" ....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ahem ahem ...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;P.S. This talented guy also has the names of all possibly known bands on his pouch ... ranging from Heavy Metal to Emo (i bet he dosent know a single genre). From Enrique to Maiden ..... Thats sheer talent ... yah&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='technorati-tags'&gt;&lt;a rel='tag' href='http://technorati.com/tag/retards'&gt;retards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310339781669828073-547914943067380733?l=immortalheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~4/EFAkZ8rXmGQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/547914943067380733/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310339781669828073&amp;postID=547914943067380733" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/547914943067380733?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/547914943067380733?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~3/EFAkZ8rXmGQ/great-punker.html" title="The great punker!" /><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133277995193672464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oi2aYRrjSgc/SVc2QA6TBHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gneMBK4H4ZQ/S220/nirvana_2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/2008/09/great-punker.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UNQHszeip7ImA9WxRTGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310339781669828073.post-5012003793384956280</id><published>2008-09-09T17:24:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-09T17:24:51.582+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-09T17:24:51.582+05:30</app:edited><title>To get Screwed or not to get Screwed - Part 2</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;This is a continuation of a series of posts about my overall picture of the 12th studies. If you haven't read it, here's &lt;a href='http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-get-screwed-or-not-to-get-screwed.html' target='_blank'&gt;part 1&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So all calculated and pumped up for the holy grail of academics, it was all planned. But folks, this is life! Bloody shit life. Things dont always turn out as they were planned. ( This reminds me of Joker from The Dark Knight and his obsession with chaos)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;All the planning I had done was not followed. And so the results are also not good. Not topping, getting trapped into last minute studies like the people I used to pity for having caught themselves in this vicious cycle. All the organized, pre-planned and precisely executed  times ensured me that I would make the most of whatever I studied. And it was the quality not the quantity that made it work. I used to feel aware of myself, feel a truth in my self-belief. It was not about marks. Nor about proving something to someone. The thing was that I felt those were like pillars on which I rest my dreams. Not as they signify any kind of social order 'success' or that you are smart. All that it meant to me was 'If I want, I can do it'. It sounds cliché but considering my ambitions, anything short of 'impossible achievement' will never satisfy me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Its never been about success, being the best or top of the heap. Its always about my self-belief. Its never lying to yourself, even in the things you dream about. The most subtle contradictions to what you promise yourself and what you strive to achieve cause profound impact on what I believe my existence is. What I &lt;i&gt;AM&lt;/i&gt;. Its like a game you lay with yourself. You are either a winner or a loser. Never 2nd or 3rd. And the judge is also you. The thing is I can never convince myself that I have done my best unless what I aim for is marked done. I know I am an ass hole of sorts, but well ..... I am!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So getting back to the case about my studies. Last two days and the free time I got have made me realize that core fault in my daily life program. Its the virus that plagues the maxima of living on this world, right since times immemorial. Its the core tendency of man. To oppose change. We all are stuck in an orbit of daily routine. Some want to change and progress into the next orbit, but they cant bear the friction it causes. But thats it. Now starts the journey of this man who is writing this .... World ... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Wait and watch ...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310339781669828073-5012003793384956280?l=immortalheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~4/Rsn0uP1GzYc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/5012003793384956280/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310339781669828073&amp;postID=5012003793384956280" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/5012003793384956280?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/5012003793384956280?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~3/Rsn0uP1GzYc/to-get-screwed-or-not-to-get-screwed.html" title="To get Screwed or not to get Screwed - Part 2" /><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133277995193672464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oi2aYRrjSgc/SVc2QA6TBHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gneMBK4H4ZQ/S220/nirvana_2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-get-screwed-or-not-to-get-screwed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8DR3Y5eCp7ImA9WxRTGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310339781669828073.post-51701732671453377</id><published>2008-09-09T11:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:11:16.820+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-09T11:11:16.820+05:30</app:edited><title>How far?</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Just yesterday, some road scene involving me took place. I wrongly got into the fast lane and dint move ..... cant explain but the point is I made a mistake. A car behind me honked. I was trying to signal something else, but the fellow driving the car thought I was nicely waving around a middle finger ...... (who says only we kids have corrupted brains?) And we living in India, how can anyone not use such an opportunity to waste time without any real action whatsoever. So back to the incident, we go a few meters ahead and this guy comes in full angle and blocks us. now my mental notes are in italics. This black sedan comes and blocks us. &lt;i&gt;Its going to be a ugly, fat, bald man .. the typical underworld type&lt;/i&gt; .... So Im kind of curious now (I know my brains are weird) if my prediction is true. Im waiting. And a short albino with a golden crossed chain comes to us ... &lt;i&gt;Hey, he's like that dumb bodyguard in 2 Fast 2 Furious... Maybe Im watching too many movies &lt;/i&gt;..... So he walks to me. Im thinking if I should get down and confront. Nah, &lt;i&gt;he's not the kinda guy who will understand if you tell anything&lt;/i&gt; ... He walks up to us. Says something in a confused way ... or maybe I was busy analyzing his chain. (thats me!). I dont remember what he said. Then he nicely raises his hand, clams a fist and  zwoosh .... The fist stops mid way ..... &lt;i&gt;Haha! I knew my observations were right, good atleast it wont be such big an issue ... Rajiv's and my parents will screw us if shit happens. But should i apologize shantime or abuse? Nah, lets just end it here ... Have to make some arrangements for petrol money (thats me again folks!) &lt;/i&gt;so the end result, waste of time!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So this did make me think, but not on specifically the topic. Im thinking that where and how do I decide wheres the fine line between the times I should resolve nicely and when to put 8 years of karate to use? I mean how far should it go before I start kickn some ass? Even in case of Puneeth I conformed that I do very much have my temper in control. Its good that I dont loose my sense when in such situations, but it does make me rethink when I feel people underestimate just because you don't want to hurt anyone! Ill keep thinking about this and update you as my gray cells sort things out .... but till then gota keep practicing.... you never know when you might need it ..... ;)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align='left'&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3310339781669828073-51701732671453377?l=immortalheadache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~4/urQoFThvsAc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/feeds/51701732671453377/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3310339781669828073&amp;postID=51701732671453377" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/51701732671453377?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3310339781669828073/posts/default/51701732671453377?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ImmortalHeadache/~3/urQoFThvsAc/how-far.html" title="How far?" /><author><name>Ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14133277995193672464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oi2aYRrjSgc/SVc2QA6TBHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/gneMBK4H4ZQ/S220/nirvana_2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://immortalheadache.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-far.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8ESH4yeCp7ImA9WxdbF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3310339781669828073.post-5012734328144751591</id><published>2008-08-14T22:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:40:09.090+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-14T22:40:09.090+05:30</app:edited><title>Happy I day! Im hooked again!</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Its the beloved independence day tomorrow and though usually not so, I have plans to kind of sort a few things out.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;First thing, I am now sure that I am totally addicted to Jab We Met. What the fuck?! So seems that settling for anything less than ma 'dream' scenario will be really tough! Its either the best or fucking arrange marriage! Hahahahha!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyways, things seem to get back on track again, though there were a few deflections (ass Raju!) in my mental stable state. But finally, seems that I can 'aeros' up things a little better. Nowhere close to the good ol days, but getting there.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Another thing that is kind of trivial but seems good is that I finally dont consider her (Ritz - cant take names here) as a big mistake. More of an experience. We did have some really really great times together! And my fucking dumb partner in college makes me realize that great time we had. I just really need to take some initiative for fucking Gods sake!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Will have a movie and a concert coming up this week ... so looking forward to it. Till then .... 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