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well well, i know the question has to go back to its old ways -- Xorkes whazzzzup? &lt;br&gt;
yes i am very much here. &lt;br&gt;
then why havent you blogged for so long? &lt;br&gt;
ummmm.. Xorkes goes BLANK!!! &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;hmm.. Xorkes scrutinizes over possible foolhardy excuses and in the mean time writes another post :) :)&lt;/p&gt;
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Half hour in bus/car/train n i go puke puke.. No wonder, Avomine(promethazine) has always stood up to be my best friend in times of deepest troubles.&lt;br /&gt;Its been a boon for me whenever i travel for long hours ( long here implies more than 30 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Travelling has always been fun. Look around and notice the passengers. There are hundred things u could descibe bout!! There are awful/pleasant/irritating experiences.&lt;br /&gt;I had an awful experience with a fellow passenger while travelling home, she kept spitting all the while in this plastic bag which was overloaded with sputum almost seeping out of the bag(gosh, why did i look inside).. and it was tough to suppress the nausea. Luckily, she got down after 2 stops or else i would have puked on her --- considering her to be a large plastic bag ready to get some dose of her own medicine.&lt;br /&gt;I can never forget my last travel to bombay. My fellow passenger appeared to be a student.So, i introduced myself n she did the same.. But the story doesnt end there.. She turned out to be this Irritating traveller who went on blah blah -- "i like this, i like that.. she´s like this.. she´s like that".. &lt;br /&gt;Couldnt understand a single word. She created this bizzare picture bout everything that she spoke about, which seemed to brighten her face and to add to it there were multiple expressions which kept changing at a fast pace that would give the actors a run for their money. Before i could possibly understand the topic of ONE-SIDED-Conversation, she would jump to another topic at the speed of light.  Result -- obviously, i understood NOTHING. We exchanged email addresses. And then, BANG.. i got her mail the next day, which said -- "u remember me? And u remember this cousin of mine i was talking bout. She(cousin) said this to me, that to me. she´s getting married- too young. Blah Blah... Dont u think she shouldnt do this/that.. Will u advice her?"---- There goes her mails in my spam box!! eeeeeks, i´ll think ATLEAST hundred times before conversing with co-passengers during long travels.&lt;br /&gt;Then there are those, " you resemble one of my friends", "my daughter is of ur age" and she likes this-that. she´s doing this and that. The list just goes on and on.. never ending!!&lt;br /&gt;Be polite, Be patient -- come on i´ve heard that a million times.Being a good listener is easier said than done. I consider it nerve recking. Losing temper is just so easy. I wish the auditory system consisted of a pause button resulting in temporary cessation of the activities of vibrating tympanic membrane -- that would be so goooooD..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooops.. this is not what i wanted to blog about though. Actually today, i had the nauseating attack again(Inspite of travelling daily for 2 hours by apna-fultooo-mast-gardiwala-train in bbay during junior college days dint happen to give any possible tolerance. nor has commuting in the bus just for 20 min to college been of any help.)Wanted to get down and walk home BUT then whos gonna walk-walk for such a distance, that too in this amazingly stupid n irritating weather. Control Xorkes, divert ur mind.. I´m so relieved reaching home.. Thought of popping in a tablet, lets ditch that idea.. how bout some sleep?? hopefully, i´ll be ok when i get up!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2503300364647866399-3328825555538710322?l=xorkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Kiddddsss: all the time!!</title><content type="html">I was teaching my neighbour-kiddo(12 year old) to ride a scooty in the morning.. and was it fun?? do i have to answer that? ofcourse, it was!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its always exciting to teach kids(hey, not those little ones.. i still have no courage to face them -- eeeeks they scare me) &lt;br /&gt;Can-i-call-those-chintu´s (below 5) ------  tender coconuts? lol.. Yesterday, i was walking under this b@#|#@ coconut tree, not deliberately.. damn, they exist everywhere in mangalore. If only i could avoid their sight. I´m so bored of these nariyal´s all around. Cant they plant some other trees. Now dont ask me to do the needful, coz i´ve NO dearly affection towards them to go around planting n all, but i truly object towards the destruction of forests(aaah my love for snakes, the other reptiles, orangutans overrule) which again implies i should be doing my bit by planting trees.. But thats a BIG BIG NO.. watering them.. blah blah!!  Xorkes is confused. So expect no intelligent answers!!!(Did i say Intelligence?? Haha..  read that again -- "Intelligence" jumps around here n there in hopes of getting a possible medium of entrance into xorkes brains but xorkes repels them all-the-time saying: "jaaga nahin, baad mein aao!") This is for those ppl who love planting trees -- LOOK, its time u plant something other than coconuts, start caring for the the other species. How bout an alternative -- other fruit-bearing trees. Creeeeps.. why do i divert from my actual topic n go around givng not-interested-to-be-accepted gyaaaan?? Ya, so whr was i?  Ye, walking on the road and one bloody coconut just fell in front of my leg and look at the brains of that stupid coconut, it hit the ground and rebound --- on my ankles. Thudddd!! Of all the places on earth, it had to hit the left ankle??? On a positive note, thats Great.. Had it hit my head, i wouldnt have survived to blog.. abbe, kya blog- jog.. zindaa nahi rehti thi main.. contusion ho jata, subdural hemorrhage.. baap re!! Hey hello.. how are you? I´m alive.. but my ankle hurts all over again. Nice to be alive and kicking. Actually what bothers me, is the rebounce effect. Couldnt it rebound on the opposite side and land on the vacant road. Mera Hi Pair Mila Usko? Firstly, this left chronic ankle injury leading to an ugly-permanently swollen ankle. Have read in the Ortho books n those Ortho docs also have the same opinion that the swelling shall subside in 6 months. Abbe, boss kayko majjak karela hain? Its been 4 years. And now, my ankle gets the unwanted-undesirable-yet-always-expected sprains even while simply walking!! i think i gotta walk baby steps.. lol!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaah, yes those babies --- they are so eager to experiment n learn. So very full-of-life! They´ve got millions of supposedly innocent questions to ask. Its not possible to have all the answers. So, u divert the young mind with silly question. But, they are so adamant in finding out stuff and go on tautologically and i-assume-unnecessarily questioning the same thing a hundred times. Usually, they land up short-circuiting my leftover-brains too early with their inquisitive nature but then one crooked stare and they buzzzz off (hmmm.. the supreme-elderly Feel.. tskkk tskkk) hehehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i actually wanted to mention something else. I mean --- this neighbour kid( shall be addressed as dude 1) Yeah, he´s a fast learner. He learnt it( to ride) too fast and took me on a double ride for an hour too. Later, in the evening, he pleaded to let him ride by himself! I did! He took 3 rounds while i observed him from a visible distance. Suddenly this another kid, whos his schoolmate (whom i shall call dude 2) turned up and started fooling around with his cycle in front of the scooty. I called out to dude1 to return but it was too late.. dasssssshhhh. Dude 1 banged against dude 2´s cycle. Luckily dude 2 ( guess, the 6th sense) jumped out of his bicycle on time and dude 2 (forget sixth sense, none of his senses were working) kept on accelarating instead of using the brakes and crushed the handles of that poor chaps cycle. I rushed to the scene and screamt at him to use his brakes which he finally did. Quietly, he parked the scooty in the corner n joined me while i was checking and inquiring dude 2 bout any possible injuries. Dude 1 asked me if dude 2 was alright to which i replied, "Yes, everything´s ok!!" On hearing this, he(dude 1) immediately socked him, laughed and then said," Now, dont u dare try that again?" Dude 2 started crying and apologized. It turned out that dude 2 had suddenly applied brakes to check out dude 1´s biking reflex and knowing the possible outcome, he´d jumped out of the cycle on time.. Wierd!! These little boys are wierd! Thankfully, nothing absurd happened to any of them and i can laugh at this incident!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2503300364647866399-4535072238459073563?l=xorkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Kiddddsss: all the time!!" /><author><name>Xorkes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07218973081453161126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nnUMJwLKkcE/R2vQoKc1r7I/AAAAAAAAACs/r5YzMX-iUhc/S220/frog.jpg" /></author><thr:total>24</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://xorkes.blogspot.com/2008/05/are-u-kidding-kiddddsss-all-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEINQXszeCp7ImA9WxdTEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2503300364647866399.post-9199223762221768494</id><published>2008-05-08T22:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T22:39:50.580+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-08T22:39:50.580+05:30</app:edited><title>Hodgepodge</title><content type="html">Got up early.. ran off to brush, splashed water on face and then ting-tong suddenly the realization of today being a holiday punched me. abhi kya karu?? swiftly hit the bed but no signs of lethargy! owww..&lt;br /&gt;So grabbed the keyboards and here the words just flow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, i was trying to behave like a left handed brilliant-idiot.. Why was i doing that? No specific reasons. I was reading renal physiology n anatomy(basically, brushing up basics before starting the actual topic renal medicine n surgery) and then i got bored too early.. &lt;br /&gt;Needed a break(i dont know for what. but i did need one)  Just anything so as to drive of the sleep which was acting as No-blessing-in-any-disguise.. So tried using my left hand to draw lines, circles, write alphabets. Was it easy?? No ways!! By the time i completed writing somewhat ´neatly´ from A-Z, i had this pins and needles sensation involving the distal end of the fingers, wrist joint and in the supinators&lt;br /&gt;(anyone has a probable diagnosis?). Also, i had this strange aching desire to flip the pen to the opposite hand in order to let the instincts of a right hander overrule - These instincts always persist -  be it conscious.. subconscious or unconscious.. how do i supposedly change that? gosh.. i need to practice. practice lot more! ya, atleast that much I KNOW! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, i let go of this silly tp and started reading again.. Dunno when i slept and ouch these rock-solid books(which i thought were pillows) for 8 hours, also i had these constant stream of rhythmic dreams (which i fail to recollect.. why is it so tough to recollect ur dreams??). These all have ultimately resulted in neck pain. Cant look up.. Ouch!! Look, xorkes.. when u type, ur supposed to ONLY type, not enact them. Have decided to re-read the same thing with hopes of remembering atleast something. Gotta think of alternatives to be awake(ur suggestions are welcome).. Its so easy to stay awake watching those football matches or simply being online. But when it comes to studies.. There´s a Big Noooo unless ofcourse its a night before the exam when u´ve got absolutely no alternatives other than write something sensible or maybe u could politely handover a blank paper to that examiner who carries an expression "the-paper-was-easy-u-fool". Hmmm.. i gotta sip-in more coffee.. By the way, i love coffeee.. slurp slurp!! Was addicted to coffee for a month during the preparatory leave for 3rd year exams. I had 230 cups of coffee that whole month..Pheww!! Almost 7-8 cups a day along with the regular dose of morning n evening cups of tea(thats a habit since childhood which can be skipped anytime, but i hate having milk so tea is an absolute substitution)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What else? Ya.. Did anyone check yesterdays´s Real Madrid match in Spanish League.. Yipeee Raul scored brilliantly :)  Even, Man Utd is doing greattttt in the EPL and UEFA.. Cristiano Rocks!! Go Utd go... Zooooooooooooooooooooommmmm :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2503300364647866399-9199223762221768494?l=xorkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ok, dont laugh! I´ll admit - Most of the times, i sit back and ..... well, just sit back! Some of my friends reckon - watch movies. Its supposed to be a great source of timepass. Come on, its tough to do that always. I cant be a picture house like u. Ok maybe one movie, fine 2.. ok to the max three. Can do that for a day.. What bout the next day? Its boring to repeat the routine.&lt;br /&gt;Today - Lazy Sunday, one of those days when i want to do something different from the regular weekday activities.. Lets give the tv a break.. So headed for the beach.. the waves, the sand, the clouds, children playing in the water.. Snap-1, snap-2.. click click. I´ve clicked a hundred times at the same place but the habit remains! Everytime, there´s a different output.. Something extra.. wow! Photography is indeed fun! Later at night, i headed for a reception. Dinner was great.. Hogged chicken curry, chicken fry! Coo-koo-do-kooo! Returned home and switched on the tv. &lt;br /&gt;Not the same news again, I´m bored of it. Since yesterday the same tale had been going on.. How many days are u gonna punish us for being a cricket-crazy country? &lt;br /&gt;Bhajji- bhajji - all around,&lt;br /&gt;He slapped someone - how does it sound?&lt;br /&gt;Someone cried -  on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;Media captured it - will fetch them pounds,&lt;br /&gt;Change the channel -  where´s the remote? Its not to be found :( :(&lt;br /&gt;flippindo, finally.. change the channel. fast!! there must be something.. no, there´s nothing else. &lt;br /&gt;But what do i usually watch?? Not in the order of priority. listed randomly.&lt;br /&gt;1) BBC - i love the channel. Its not just the news but also the debates, tours, tech stuff, documentaries.. they have a wonderful way of presentation. Everything is so organised.  So very professional. I wish our channels learn atleast 10 percent from them. Alternate Indian News channel - NDTV n CNN-IBN. &lt;br /&gt;2)Discovery - Man v/s Wild is good.&lt;br /&gt;National Geographic.. History shows rock!&lt;br /&gt;Animal Planet - I still love watching Steve Irwin shows. Jeff Corwin is a great presenter too.  The snakes, chameleons, orangutans - so cute!&lt;br /&gt;3)Travel n living - Ian Wright -- he´s my favourite. Boohooo.. i dont get this channel here. I´ve told the cable operator so many times. Uselesss!! &lt;br /&gt;4)Espn/Star Sports - Socccer all the time! havent been following the game regularly since 4 years. The reason - You must have guessed! Ya thats right.. I know its disappointing! Hey, Real Madrid n Man Utd Rocks!&lt;br /&gt;5)Movie Channels - I dont have the patience to sit for 2 hours with the hundred advertisements. Movies should be watched continously or else there´s no fun! Animation films - dooooodle dooo :)&lt;br /&gt;6)Music channels&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I cant tolerate Zee news, Star news n those innumerable ones! Looks like a new stupid news channel is being launched every day. Does it make any difference? Ofcourse yes, they are born to torture us. Bakwaaaaas. They have NO standards. Saaap bhaga aadmi ke peeche, Mil giye Ravan - Lanka ko khoj nikala, bandar bhada chaalaak, machli bani maharani?  Ho kya raha hain?? Thoda bhi deemag hain ki nahin? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGGH!! Cool Xorkes, go to sleep.. U´ve gotta get up early. Its monday tomorrow. All-in-all, the day was great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2503300364647866399-1052769443681577082?l=xorkes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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