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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;XL 883L SPORTSTER – Rs. 6,95,000 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;XL 883R ROADSTER – Rs. 7,50,000&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;XL 1200N NIGHTSTER – Rs. 9,95,000&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;XR 1200X – Rs. 11,95,000&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FXDB STREET BOB – Rs. 13,95,000&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FXDC SUPER GLIDE CUSTOM – Rs. 15,45,000&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FLSTF FAT BOY – Rs. 18,45,000&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;VRSCDX NIGHT ROD SPECIAL – Rs. 18,95,000&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FLSTC HERITAGE SOFTAIL CLASS – Rs. 19,45,000&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FLHR ROAD KING – Rs. 20,45,000&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FLHX STREET GLIDE – Rs. 21,95,000&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FLHTCUSE ULTRA CLASSIC ELECTRA GLIDE – Rs. 34,95,000&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*All prices are Ex-Showroom, New Delhi. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732908541209792084-7131328335266854286?l=freakyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7131328335266854286/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732908541209792084&amp;postID=7131328335266854286&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/7131328335266854286?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/7131328335266854286?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/harley-davidson-models-and-prices-in.html" title="Harley Davidson models and prices in India" /><author><name>Unknown User</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04052502488764890815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/TLhXpKo4BII/AAAAAAAAAZc/pwcVJIhcTis/S220/41776_705222135_342_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/TA3iOE7Ag0I/AAAAAAAAAYA/yXIJnHF-4k8/s72-c/image001.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4CQnc4cSp7ImA9WxNWFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732908541209792084.post-4921178412136620390</id><published>2009-10-15T11:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-15T16:06:03.939+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-15T16:06:03.939+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Work" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I Think" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Office" /><title>Workstation – where work stops.</title><content type="html">I have been working for a client who is an &lt;a href="http://www.osscube.com/"&gt;Open Source company&lt;/a&gt;. Over the last few weeks, I’ve learnt a lot about Open Source. The most remarkable thing is that open source software is often made by people working at home. Yet, open source products are gradually eating into traditional software giants like Microsoft and Sun. This is just like a home-made aircraft shooting down an F-18. Companies spend crores to build office buildings for a single purpose: to be a place to work. And yet people working in their own homes, which aren't even designed to be workplaces, end up being more productive.&lt;br /&gt;
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This proves something a lot of us have suspected. &lt;b&gt;The average office is a miserable place to get work done.&lt;/b&gt; And a lot of what makes offices bad are the very qualities we associate with professionalism. The sterility of offices is supposed to suggest efficiency. But suggesting efficiency is a different thing from actually being efficient. The atmosphere of the average workplace is to productivity what flames painted on the side of a car are to speed. Superficial and utterly useless &lt;br /&gt;
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Things are different in a startup. Often as not a startup begins in an apartment. Instead of matching cubicles, they have an assortment of furniture they bought used. They work odd hours, wearing the most casual of clothing. They look at whatever they want online without worrying whether it's "work safe." And you know what? The company at this stage is probably the most productive it's ever going to be.&lt;br /&gt;
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The most demoralizing aspect of a traditional office is that you're supposed to be there at certain times. In reality, only a few people in a company who really have to be physically present in the office. Most employees work fixed hours just because the company can't measure their productivity. The basic idea behind office hours is that if you can't make people work, you can at least prevent them from having fun. If employees have to be in the building a certain number of hours a day, and are forbidden to do non-work things while there, then they must be working. In reality, they spend a lot of their time in a no-man's land, where they're neither working nor having fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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The ideal would be if the company tells its employees that, “This is what you have to do. Do it whenever you like, wherever you like. If your work requires you to talk to other people in the company, then you may need to be here a certain amount. Otherwise we don't care.”&lt;br /&gt;
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The problem for me is not just that it's demoralizing, but that the people pretending to work interrupt the ones actually working. The problem with pretend work is that it often looks better than real work. When I'm writing, I spend as much time just thinking as I do actually typing. Half the time I'm sitting drinking a cup of coffee, smoking or walking around. This is a critical phase-- this is where ideas come from-- and yet I'd feel guilty doing this in most offices, with everyone else looking busy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Till there are corporate reforms, I guess we all are stuck with this fixed time menace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732908541209792084-4921178412136620390?l=freakyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4921178412136620390/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732908541209792084&amp;postID=4921178412136620390&amp;isPopup=true" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/4921178412136620390?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/4921178412136620390?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/10/workstation-where-work-stops.html" title="Workstation – where work stops." /><author><name>Unknown User</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04052502488764890815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/TLhXpKo4BII/AAAAAAAAAZc/pwcVJIhcTis/S220/41776_705222135_342_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcER3s5eCp7ImA9WxBTEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732908541209792084.post-8436235435010897204</id><published>2009-09-29T15:16:00.014+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:00:06.520+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-09T00:00:06.520+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Online Games" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Games" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Facebook" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gaming Strategy" /><title>Farmville tips and tricks</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Farmville is quite a rage. People who used to look down at my voracious hunger for online games are getting hooked to it left right and center. Not that they are just playing it, but are &lt;a href="http://skipspeak.blogspot.com/2009/09/farm-fresh.html"&gt;blogging&lt;/a&gt; about it too! My whole facebook homepage is infested by questions like How do I earn more coin/cash, what is the best crop etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;So, I’ve decided to put down whatever I have picked up by playing the game for over a month now. Frankly speaking, I find the game tad boring as there are not too many things to do or pit your wits against your opponent like in &lt;a href="http://www.travian.com/"&gt;Travian&lt;/a&gt; or even &lt;a href="http://www.evony.com/"&gt;Evony&lt;/a&gt;. But when friends plants four hour blueberries/blackberries and climb up the levels, the competitive spirit does kicks in.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Anyways, I am not here to review the game because I know, if you are reading this, in all probability you are hooked to the whole damn thing…just like I am. So, here are a few things that I have picked up over the last one month of Farmville madness.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time your crop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;The basic point of the whole game. After you’ve harvested your crop, plant something that gets ready for harvest at the same time when you log in next. Supposedly, you have harvested your crop at nine in the morning and will not be checking it again for the next 10 hours. Plant something which takes 8-10 hours to ripen. Pretty simple huh?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Remember, a crop will wither after double the time of its ripening. A tomato crop gets ready in eight hours but after another eight hours (16 hours in total) it will start to wither away.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diversify&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Age old corporate mantra – holds true for Farmville too. Instead of planting one type of crop in your entire area and then go “click click click” for one hour HPP (Harvest, plough, plant), the better idea is to plant different crops in small blocks so that they are ready in different time.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are three distinct advantages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; If you are using Tractor/Harvester/seeder, then different timings of crops will replenish your oil automatically which otherwise you’ll have to buy using FV cash. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Planting a small part of your farm doesn’t take too much time. This makes it easier to quickly tend to your farm between classes, client meetings, love making sessions - take your pick!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Err…I am still working on the third one.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Block the farmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I know it looks cute when your animated avatar goes from block to block harvesting and collecting fruits and animal products – but it takes a hell lot of time. Capture the farmer in a closed fence so that he/she cannot come out of it. Just make a square using fence/haybale, keep one side open so that the farmer can come in. Once the farmer is in, close the opened section and he is captured. Try doing HPP then and you’ll find that it is much faster that ways.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Edit: Check out Vivek's comment (#1) for a better solution)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don’t buy trees/animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;No point buying stuff which you’ll get from friends as gifts anyway. If your friends are not as good as mine, then go ahead buy a few trees and animals. Don’t buy cows – they take a lot of space and their milk sells for just 6 coins!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Help out friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I am sure you already know it that when you help your neighbours to rake up leaves/scare away crows, you get 20 coins and 5 exp. Do it. However, after helping a certain number of friends in a single day, the incentive becomes 5 coins and 1 exp.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ribbons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Try to earn all your ribbons – you get both coins and experience when you earn them. Click on the Ribbon Tab on Farmville (next to the Market Tab) to check the requirements to earn Ribbons. And when you earn them, don’t forget to share your wealth with your friends!&lt;br /&gt;
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...this is what I've been able to do so far. Still a long way to go!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732908541209792084-8436235435010897204?l=freakyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8436235435010897204/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732908541209792084&amp;postID=8436235435010897204&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/8436235435010897204?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/8436235435010897204?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/farmville-tips-and-tricks.html" title="Farmville tips and tricks" /><author><name>Unknown User</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04052502488764890815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/TLhXpKo4BII/AAAAAAAAAZc/pwcVJIhcTis/S220/41776_705222135_342_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/Sx6avIjMR1I/AAAAAAAAAVo/9ST2oXdbiCs/s72-c/FV.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcNRH46fCp7ImA9WxNWGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732908541209792084.post-762636563291348889</id><published>2009-08-20T17:21:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:31:35.014+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-19T11:31:35.014+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Online Games" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Games" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="World Weird Web" /><title>Travian Strategy II</title><content type="html">Lot of people are bumping into the blog looking for playing tips and tricks of Travian. As a continuation of my &lt;a href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/travian-stretagy.html"&gt;last blog on Travian strategy&lt;/a&gt;, I am sharing with you all a few more insights to help both new and old players alike.&lt;br /&gt;
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This post is dedicated to the Travian Hero – a special unit that you can create in your Hero’s Mansion.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Troop type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The first step is to decide which type of troop you want to select to be your Hero?&lt;br /&gt;
In my opinion, only the best unit of a particular tribe (Teutonic Knight, Haeduan or Equites Caesaris) should be trained as a Hero. Researching the premium troop types need a lot of time and resource at the initial stage - Stable level 10 and Academy Level 15 (level 5 for Romans). If you do not want to wait for so long to train your hero, you can at least make sure that your hero is a Cavalry Unit. They are stronger than infantry and thus has a better chance of surviving the initial stages. Moreover, a slow hero will be useless for a quick strike – making you lose out on the entire offense bonus that you would have got.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skill point distribution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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When you first create a Hero, you are given 5 skill points that you can distribute between offense, defense, offense bonus, defense bonus and regeneration. You can redistribute the points till your Hero is at Level 0. As your Hero kills troops, he gains experience. Once the experience becomes 100, the Hero’s level is increased and you have 5 more skill points to distribute among offense, defense, offense bonus, defense bonus and regeneration.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Offense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ndicates the total offense strength of your hero alone. Similarly, &lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Defense&lt;/span&gt; shows the total defense of your Hero. The two numbers in form X/Y means your Hero’s defense against Infantry is X and defense against cavalry is Y.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Offense/defense bonus&lt;/span&gt; indicates the percentage bonus given to your army when their Hero fights with them. For example, your Hero’s offense bonus is 10%. If you send 100 soldiers with your Hero, then they’ll have the offense power of 110 soldiers. Same is with defense. Though initially this do not seem like it make much of a difference, but imagine how much a Hero with 15-20% Off bonus will effect an endgame hammer which is anything between 10 to 50 thousand infantry plus another few thousand Cavalry, Ram and Catapults!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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The &lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Regeneration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;value determines how quickly your hero gets healed and back to 100% health. It is indicated by the number of health points regenerated per day. This is very important at the beginning as the Hero keeps on losing his health when he goes of battle. If you do not allot any Regeneration points, he will eventually die of all the battle wounds. You may revive him in your hero’s mansion but it will cost you a lot of resource and time. Save the heartache, give him some Regeneration points initially.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capturing Oasis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This is another primary reason to train a Hero – to annex Oasis near your villages to boost your resource production. To capture an oasis, there are a few pre requisite.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Firstly&lt;/span&gt;, the oasis you want to capture should be within the 7x7 of your village&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Secondly&lt;/span&gt;, you need to get the Hero’s mansion to level 10 to annex one oasis, level 15 for two oasis and level 20 for three.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once these two conditions are fulfilled, all you have to do is kill all the animals in the oasis with your Hero (and some army) and the oasis is yours.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good to know about your Hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Travian Hero is not from Hollywood. So don’t send him out alone even to small villages, unless of course you want him dead!&lt;br /&gt;
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When your hero dies, he is frozen in your hero’s mansion. It is always better to revive the hero with maximum experience levels. But you can neglect this at the initial stage of the game if you are choosing a stronger unit to be hero.&lt;br /&gt;
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Try to kill as many troops as possible with your Hero as it increases his experience and thereby his value.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep your eyes open for this space. Next time I'll share what I know about developing end game Hammers/Anvils as well as Chiefs/Senator/Chieftain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732908541209792084-762636563291348889?l=freakyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/762636563291348889/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732908541209792084&amp;postID=762636563291348889&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/762636563291348889?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/762636563291348889?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/travian-strategy-ii.html" title="Travian Strategy II" /><author><name>Unknown User</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04052502488764890815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/TLhXpKo4BII/AAAAAAAAAZc/pwcVJIhcTis/S220/41776_705222135_342_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/StwAKiq3wAI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Wb2fuS0llOw/s72-c/Hero.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ENRn46fSp7ImA9WxJaFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732908541209792084.post-8086188503070207256</id><published>2009-08-05T09:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-05T09:44:57.015+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-05T09:44:57.015+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Random Thoughts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nostalgic" /><title>Analogue Memories</title><content type="html">Today while cleaning up my room, I just happened to open my big junk carton. There I found the sad remains of what once used to be my cassette collection. I distinctly remember putting in one hundred sixty something cassettes when I first came to Delhi. But those, and another shipment of around hundred more are now reduced to about twenty odd ones by the “borrow and never return” human nature. Now that I have them and then some more in my hard drive, I am not mortally depressed about my losses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to trace my once best friend, the Walkman that I bought with my first real salary in the same carton. Poor guy, how he has fallen from grace! I jacked my old mate to my comp’s speakers and I am all ready to be sixteen all over again. There weren’t too many choices, but I managed to find “Big Hits…” by &lt;a href="http://www.twistedsister.com/"&gt;Twisted Sisters&lt;/a&gt; among the twenty odd survivors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my room exploded with the bass heavy analogue tapes (unlike their clearer sounding digital counterparts), it brought back memories obscured by the rust of time. I remember buying that cassette when one of my friends told me that they were banned in the US. “&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WT1LXhgXPWs"&gt;We’re not gonna take it&lt;/a&gt;” – an anthem of sort for teenage kids against their parents did not go well with some moral watchdog and was made a part of the “Filthy Fifteen.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last heard, Californian governor &lt;a href="http://www.schwarzenegger.com/"&gt;Arnold Schwarzenegger&lt;/a&gt; used that same song as his campaign soundtrack. So much so, that the band themselves came to play live on one of Schwarzenegger’s fund raiser. Times, they sure are changing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732908541209792084-8086188503070207256?l=freakyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8086188503070207256/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732908541209792084&amp;postID=8086188503070207256&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/8086188503070207256?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/8086188503070207256?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/analogue-memories.html" title="Analogue Memories" /><author><name>Unknown User</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04052502488764890815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/TLhXpKo4BII/AAAAAAAAAZc/pwcVJIhcTis/S220/41776_705222135_342_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8EQ3s5fip7ImA9WxNWEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732908541209792084.post-8418951184942469993</id><published>2009-06-20T10:09:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T12:16:42.526+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-09T12:16:42.526+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cricket" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Games" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I Think" /><title>Cricket Overdose</title><content type="html">There has been an overdose of Cricket since the last couple of months and I am growing sick of it. Quite a bold statement for an Indian. The types that can get you loads of hate mails and even get you in the wrong side of a PIL. But what the heck, this way I might get a little publicity. After all, one thing that I’ve learn during my stint at the YMCA learning "Ad and Marketing" that no publicity is bad publicity (Somebody tell &lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Actor-Shiney-Ahuja-detained-on-rape-charges-/articleshow/4656185.cms"&gt;Shiney Ahuja&lt;/a&gt; about it)&lt;br /&gt;
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Coming back to the issue at hand – Cricket – let me clarify that I am not a Cricket hater. Many of us from the North Eastern part of the country prefer football to cricket. But I grew up in a community where boys play football during summer and cricket during the winter. The idea of an India-Pakistan match is as interesting to me as anyone else in the country. Even then, the overdose of cricket, its blatant commercialism in the name of “popularizing the game” have made me cringe.&lt;br /&gt;
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Those who followed the IPL matches were subjected to 10 minutes of uninterrupted TV commercial in the name of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Strategic Breaks&lt;/span&gt;, camera following Mr. Lalit Modi signing autographs and some member of the audience reading (rather pretending to read) the T20 cricket magazine while commentators giving hint after hint to "go buy it while it is still at the stands." To top it all, we have Mandira Bedi who just manages to scream and make weird faces to be more exciting and bring some oomph (humph?!). I think it is lame, irritating and embarrassing more often than not. If things remain such, I might be on my way to confirm to the stereotype that North Easterners do not like cricket.&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite all the cribs I continue to watch the World T20 championship and to be honest, I am quite happy with the results so far. Here’s why:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Australia going out of the tournament from the first round &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;I have nothing personal against the Aussies nor the above comment is a backlash for all the racial attacks on Indian students in Australia. A dialogue from the movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0468569/"&gt;Dark Knight&lt;/a&gt; seem to sum up the reason quite well. “You die a hero or live long enough to be the villain.” Australia has been the number one cricket team for many many years and I was starting to get sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;India being knocked out of the tournament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/Sjxtn-mLXEI/AAAAAAAAATg/w5qcGB8viOU/s1600-h/money.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349270990994758722" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/Sjxtn-mLXEI/AAAAAAAAATg/w5qcGB8viOU/s320/money.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 230px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 302px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The immediate effect of it is pull out of the stupid ad campaign “Yeh cup kahin nehin jayega” (This cup will not go anywhere)…and it’s a great relief.  The ouster also showed the technical weakness of the Indian batsmen, toothless pace attack (apart from a few exceptions). When faced with real opponents like West Indies, England and South Africa, the Indian team was quickly put to their place. Too much cricket and too much money – serves us Indians right for worshiping a bunch of technically challenged players who can flourish only on small grounds with a flat pitches.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;South Africa losing in the Semis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Boy! Don’t we love it when someone confirms to whatever “tag” they are given? South Africa managed to keep their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;choker&lt;/span&gt; tag intact after losing in the semi finals of yet another major tournament.  Thank God I am not a South African or I’d have felt even worse.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pakistan and Sri Lanka in the finals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Yes, being an Asian, I supported these two teams after the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIGHTY&lt;/span&gt; (mind the bold and italics) Indian team lost. Whoever wins the title, I hope the title of World T20 Champions will bring some happiness to the two countries torn apart from war and killings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732908541209792084-8418951184942469993?l=freakyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8418951184942469993/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732908541209792084&amp;postID=8418951184942469993&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/8418951184942469993?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/8418951184942469993?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/cricket-overdose.html" title="Cricket Overdose" /><author><name>Unknown User</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04052502488764890815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/TLhXpKo4BII/AAAAAAAAAZc/pwcVJIhcTis/S220/41776_705222135_342_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/Sjxtn-mLXEI/AAAAAAAAATg/w5qcGB8viOU/s72-c/money.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIMQXozeip7ImA9WxJSEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732908541209792084.post-5134791599792437551</id><published>2009-04-30T02:10:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-30T02:26:20.482+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-30T02:26:20.482+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Random Thoughts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="General Nonsense" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I Think" /><title>Guys are SCUM...Girls are WHORE</title><content type="html">Today morning I was in for a rude shock when I opened up my Delhi Times to see those dreadful words printed across the front page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://epaper.timesofindia.com/Default/Scripting/ArticleWin.asp?From=Archive&amp;amp;Source=Page&amp;amp;Skin=TOINEW&amp;amp;BaseHref=CAP/2009/04/29&amp;amp;PageLabel=27&amp;amp;EntityId=Ar02700&amp;amp;ViewMode=HTML&amp;amp;GZ=T"&gt;Guys &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; SCUM&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(with even bigger fonts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they went on to explain that “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girls would agree – that’s even more true now. SCUM is a neologism that means Self-Centered Urban Male.&lt;/span&gt;” This little explanation made it look even worse because it is claiming it to be true! I honestly expected it to be some kind of a joke, just a good headline to get people excited. If there is a joke in there, I fail to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe the writer expected us guys to behave the way we almost always do. Being a guy I should have laughed at it without giving it a second thought instead of getting offended. But what the heck…I don’t want to join the PIL bandwagon and demand an official apology (read 15 minutes of fame). I don’t want any “pangaa” with the largest news &lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;feeder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of the country. But I can’t help but wonder, since when an urban male became a Scum? And what if there is a neologism for a Self-Centered Urban Female is something as demeaning as scum, say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHORE&lt;/span&gt;. I bet not one in the country have the balls to even think of putting out something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an urban guy. I don’t know any of my urban guy friends beat up their girlfriends. Instead they wait patiently for their partners to get ready in just five minutes. When a guy waits for his girlfriend, it is chivalry. Make a girl wait for actually five minutes (exactly 300 seconds; not to be confused with the female version), you get the tag of being “rude” and “bad dating/husband material.” A poor guy goes through salsa classes, peppy chick flicks, PMS tantrums, and a host of difficult questions like “Am I looking fat?” only to be named Scum? That’s unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is even unfair that we are supposed to put down the toilet seat after use. Can’t the girl simply pull the seat down instead of complaining in rims and rims of cheap newspaper?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732908541209792084-5134791599792437551?l=freakyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5134791599792437551/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732908541209792084&amp;postID=5134791599792437551&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/5134791599792437551?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/5134791599792437551?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/guys-are-scumgirls-are-whore.html" title="Guys are SCUM...Girls are WHORE" /><author><name>Unknown User</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04052502488764890815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/TLhXpKo4BII/AAAAAAAAAZc/pwcVJIhcTis/S220/41776_705222135_342_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMFSH0-eSp7ImA9Wx5UEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732908541209792084.post-848017423829747949</id><published>2009-04-26T17:13:00.015+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-15T20:23:39.351+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-15T20:23:39.351+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Online Games" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="World Weird Web" /><title>Travian Stretagy</title><content type="html">I am a big fan of the online browser game &lt;a href="http://travian.com/"&gt;Travian&lt;/a&gt; and have been playing it for quite some time now. It is a war game where a player chooses among three tribes – Roman, Gaul or Teuton and start building his/her village and troops. One has to build different civilian and military buildings as well as resource fields (Wheat, Wood, Clay and Iron). The manual gives all the information one needs and the starting training quests are quite helpful too in learning to play the game as well as earning some extra resources as well as 35 Gold. So, I won’t delve much about the basic but share a few war strategies that I’ve picked up.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/TLhoFD5RNBI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Ysx1pPDHQHI/s1600/Travian.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/TLhoFD5RNBI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Ysx1pPDHQHI/s320/Travian.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/SvUX-dORRxI/AAAAAAAAAVg/j9ae0YnEQgU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;High level Cranny/Wall/Residence: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To any veteran players, this will seem as too trivial to mention but then many players miss this basic point. Players end up as farms because the raiders get away with precious resources. If you are playing a defensive game, it is better to build two crannies to start with (one for Gaul as their cranny capacity is twice than that of Roman and Teuton). The idea is to be able to hide as much resource as your warehouse and granary can hold. One start with 1200 unit storage capacity, so to hide it from raiding armies, your cranny should be able to hide about 1600 units. This will take care of Teuton’s ability to see 1/3rd resources hidden in crannies. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/SfRMQCAEuZI/AAAAAAAAARw/y_OyWSR1qec/s1600-h/travian_01.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328968097384937874" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/SfRMQCAEuZI/AAAAAAAAARw/y_OyWSR1qec/s320/travian_01.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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As you grow and upgrade your warehouse and granary capacity, I reckon you upgrade/build new crannies. Along with it, build city wall and residence/palace. Higher level palace/residence and wall gives decent defense. When your raider gets nothing for their raids and end up losing one or two soldiers every time, he will eventually leave you alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Dodging:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
For those playing an aggressive game (esp Teuton) and raid other villages for resources, their army is their bread and butter. When someone attacks you, it is always better to dodge their attacks rather than defending them (unless you’ve grown fond of the rat given by the Quest Master). Send your army out to raid someone else when you see an attack coming. Make sure that you don’t give away any resource to your raider. Use up any extra resources that your cranny is unable to hide. Remember, the raider is going to use the resources to build his/her army and eventually use it against you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Before going offline, send your army to raid someone who is weak and is far away from you. Supposedly, you are going to be offline for eight hours, send out your armies to raid some village who is about four hours from you. That ways, by the time you get back online, you’ll have your army at your disposal and don’t have to wait for them to come back. I prefer small Teuton villages for this purpose because their initial defenses sucks – big time!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Counterattack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So, the raider is getting onto your nerves and you want to retaliate. In almost all cases its the Teutons raiding Romans &amp;amp; Gauls. Teutons' initial army unit - the clubbie sucks big time defense-wise. An experienced Teuton will generally dodge your one off attack. The best way to get his army pants down is to counterattack. This takes some active playing and a fast internet connection because seconds matter in this move.&lt;br /&gt;
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Say Mr. X from village Y has launched an attack against you. First, check out how much time does your army takes to reach village Y. Then check out how much time would Mr. X’s army will take to get back to his village. You can use &lt;a href="http://www.schedule7.com/travattack.php"&gt;many tools&lt;/a&gt; to calculate the timings. Plan your attack after one second of when Mr. X’s army reaches back to his village.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/SfRMdtCqSiI/AAAAAAAAAR4/RX4JcOrzx6s/s1600-h/Travian+a.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328968332276812322" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/SfRMdtCqSiI/AAAAAAAAAR4/RX4JcOrzx6s/s320/Travian+a.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 149px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 227px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This works best when your army’s speed is less than that of the attacker so you can send your army well before the attacking party reaches your village. Things can be a bit tricky if both your and Mr. X’s army takes the same time. If you are to send your army after some time of the attack on you, your army will have to withstand the attack…right? But there’s a way around it too.&lt;br /&gt;
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Supposedly it takes 30 minutes for Mr. X’s army to reach you and vice versa. Send your army to attack before 29 seconds of Mr. X’s attack on your village. Call them back after 15 seconds. That way, your army will take a total of 30 seconds to go some distance and come back (15 to go and 15 while coming back) and will be back to your village 1 second after the attack of Mr. X. All you have to do now is send your army hot in wheels of Mr. X’s giving him no more than 2-3 seconds of response time.&lt;br /&gt;
(I don't know if it makes any sense to you at all :-\) &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attacking with rams and catapults:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
At a later stage of your game, when you have rams and catapults, you have the power of razing somebody’s village to ground. I have many friends who choose to attack random target until the village population becomes zero. But this is a long process as Catas take a hell lot of time to travel. It happened with me once when I was being attacked by some big player with Catas. But soon after the attacks, I’d build back everything. The guy got impatient that he had to send army with his catas which he otherwise would have used to farm other villages (he got absolutely no resources from me). After 2 days he got careless and started sending only Catas. All I had to do is ask for my friend’s little help to take down his defenseless Catas.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/ShzwRch0DrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/9dWRRSjx99M/s1600-h/untitled+2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340407440661024434" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/ShzwRch0DrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/9dWRRSjx99M/s320/untitled+2.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are many other ways of carrying out fatal assault on a village. I am sharing the one strategy that worked for me. In the first wave, I send my first wave with 80% infantry, 25% of my cavalry and all my Rams. Second wave of attack is with cavalry that land in a few seconds after the first wave. Try to send the Catas with a few infantry after a few seconds of sending the first wave (as Catas takes almost the same time to travel as Rams). That ways, the defender will have minimum chances of dodging the first two waves and defend the Cata attacks. Target his/her Main building, Rally point and Market first time around. Then target his crop production – Granary, Bakery and Grain mill. After that, target his croplands – this way, he can not create new troops (lack of crop), buy it from the market or rebuild his infrastructure immediately (Low main building level means his progress will be slow). Keep raiding him as frequently as possible. He will soon be frustrated and delete his account…if not, you have a new farm!&lt;br /&gt;
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You can find some more insight &lt;a href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/travian-strategy-ii.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732908541209792084-848017423829747949?l=freakyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/848017423829747949/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732908541209792084&amp;postID=848017423829747949&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/848017423829747949?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/848017423829747949?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/travian-stretagy.html" title="Travian Stretagy" /><author><name>Unknown User</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04052502488764890815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/TLhXpKo4BII/AAAAAAAAAZc/pwcVJIhcTis/S220/41776_705222135_342_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/TLhoFD5RNBI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Ysx1pPDHQHI/s72-c/Travian.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQHSXk9fip7ImA9WxVXEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732908541209792084.post-1183621854411206770</id><published>2009-02-09T15:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:25:38.766+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-09T15:25:38.766+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nostalgic" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Office" /><title>Untitled poem by unknown poet</title><content type="html">Here I am sitting in my office&lt;br /&gt;Thinking hard about life&lt;br /&gt;How it changed from a maverick college life to strict professional life…...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tiny pocket money changed to huge monthly paychecks&lt;br /&gt;but then why it gives lesss happiness….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a few local denim jeans changed to new branded wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;but then why there are less people to use them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a single plate of samosa changed to a full Pizza or burger&lt;br /&gt;But then why there is less hunger…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a bike always in reserve changed to bike always on&lt;br /&gt;but then why there are less places to go on……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a small coffee shop changed to cafe coffee day&lt;br /&gt;but then why its feels like shop is far away…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a limited prepaid card changed to postpaid package&lt;br /&gt;but then why there are less calls &amp;amp; more messages……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a general class journey changed to Flight journey&lt;br /&gt;But then why there are less vacations for enjoyment….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a old assembled desktop changed to new branded laptop&lt;br /&gt;but then why there is less time to put it on……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a small bunch of friends changed to office mate&lt;br /&gt;But then why we always feel lonely n miss those college frnz.….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732908541209792084-1183621854411206770?l=freakyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1183621854411206770/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732908541209792084&amp;postID=1183621854411206770&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/1183621854411206770?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/1183621854411206770?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/untitled-poem-by-unknown-poet.html" title="Untitled poem by unknown poet" /><author><name>Unknown User</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04052502488764890815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/TLhXpKo4BII/AAAAAAAAAZc/pwcVJIhcTis/S220/41776_705222135_342_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4DQXozfip7ImA9WxVTFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732908541209792084.post-6211382733082429286</id><published>2008-12-24T11:05:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:56:10.486+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-28T20:56:10.486+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Work" /><title>Christmas "celebration"</title><content type="html">I walked in to my office today in my new brown leather jacket pretty late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They: You're not in dress code.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What dress code?&lt;br /&gt;They: Dress code for the Christmas party...check your mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear All,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christmas festivities at "my company" include&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Work Area decoration competition. The office has bee divided into four areas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Operations : - Team leader is Ms X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Mktg/OPS : - Team leader is Mr Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- HR/Admin : - Team leader is Ms Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Rest : - Team leader is Ms ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The team leaders will be buying the stuff needed for decoration and asking rest of the team&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;to contribute towards the cost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Everyone has to wear either red, green or white on 24thDEC. If you have a client meeting, please change after the meeting. There will be a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;penalty of Rs.100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for anyone who is not wearing either of these three colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- We will be having a Christmas tea party b/w 5.30 -6.30 pm on 24th Dec. If anyone wants to prepare any food item for the party is most welcome to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hope everyone can make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oops!&lt;br /&gt;HARD TIMES :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732908541209792084-6211382733082429286?l=freakyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6211382733082429286/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732908541209792084&amp;postID=6211382733082429286&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/6211382733082429286?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/6211382733082429286?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-celebration.html" title="Christmas &quot;celebration&quot;" /><author><name>Unknown User</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04052502488764890815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/TLhXpKo4BII/AAAAAAAAAZc/pwcVJIhcTis/S220/41776_705222135_342_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4GSHc_fip7ImA9WxRXFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732908541209792084.post-1016504371259325118</id><published>2008-10-20T15:50:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:05:29.946+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-20T16:05:29.946+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="General Nonsense" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movie Review" /><title>Come on lets go get high!</title><content type="html">Recently, I’ve been listening to the soundtrack of the movie “&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0078446/"&gt;Cheech and Chong’s Up in Smoke&lt;/a&gt;” day in and day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/SPxddJFzfII/AAAAAAAAAMg/nuqkls-v0xQ/s1600-h/Up_in_Smoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/SPxddJFzfII/AAAAAAAAAMg/nuqkls-v0xQ/s320/Up_in_Smoke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259181220099751042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Up in smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's where my money goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In my lungs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And sometimes up my nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When troubled times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Begin to bother me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I take a toke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And all my cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go up in smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a movie about two stoners and their adventures while being happily high. One rich hippie and a Mexican team to make a band and eventually win a “Rock Fight” by getting the whole audience high on high-quality marijuana. I must have seen the movie 10 times now. Those who haven’t seen it, I reckon you go and rent the DVD or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe me? Check out the promo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Q7bS2Wsz7M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Q7bS2Wsz7M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732908541209792084-1016504371259325118?l=freakyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1016504371259325118/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732908541209792084&amp;postID=1016504371259325118&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/1016504371259325118?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/1016504371259325118?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/2008/10/come-on-lets-go-get-high.html" title="Come on lets go get high!" /><author><name>Unknown User</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04052502488764890815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/TLhXpKo4BII/AAAAAAAAAZc/pwcVJIhcTis/S220/41776_705222135_342_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/SPxddJFzfII/AAAAAAAAAMg/nuqkls-v0xQ/s72-c/Up_in_Smoke.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YNRHc8fyp7ImA9WxRRGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732908541209792084.post-4661444091396961269</id><published>2008-10-01T02:27:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-01T02:43:15.977+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-01T02:43:15.977+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Note to Self" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>As I lay awake</title><content type="html">The books are gone. So are most of the cloths. Basic make up stuff remains, as if to remind me of a feminine existence in my life. Do I really want it? I suppose so. Something is not right when I am alone. I won’t call it loneliness but a sense of aimlessness. On a normal day, I’d be in deep sleep by now, though I’d only have a part of my bed. But here I lay awake, trying to type out a literary masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;What a joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to read a P.G. Wodehouse book – not that it interests me. I just want to doze off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one feeling this way? I am pretty sure others are snoring peacefully; happily ignorant of the demons I am fighting this time of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/SOKVz-nlVPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/WDRMx3P54SU/s1600-h/depressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/SOKVz-nlVPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/WDRMx3P54SU/s200/depressed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251924835682309362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why everything seem so distant right now when I remember the closeness distinctly. I vividly remember the time when everything seemed possible – everything was there right at the palm of my hand. I know I was not strong enough to grasp it. Am I stronger now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday there’s a race to get ahead of the game…at least by a couple of hundred bucks. No matter how many rosy dreams the payday brings, every month end is the same story of “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please lend me a couple of hundreds&lt;/span&gt;”. I am getting sick of it myself. I wonder it affect people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I expect you to stay with me when all I do is take, take and take. Maybe someday, I’ll give back everything – all things good and bad you have given me. Maybe then we will be in equal terms. Till then I guess I’ll have to be a wimp…like I’ve been for most of my past life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732908541209792084-4661444091396961269?l=freakyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4661444091396961269/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732908541209792084&amp;postID=4661444091396961269&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/4661444091396961269?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/4661444091396961269?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-i-lay-awake_01.html" title="As I lay awake" /><author><name>Unknown User</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04052502488764890815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/TLhXpKo4BII/AAAAAAAAAZc/pwcVJIhcTis/S220/41776_705222135_342_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/SOKVz-nlVPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/WDRMx3P54SU/s72-c/depressed.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EDQng6cSp7ImA9WxdbGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732908541209792084.post-4431641991266922772</id><published>2008-08-17T03:10:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-17T05:37:53.619+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-17T05:37:53.619+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Facebook" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="World Weird Web" /><title>Why I hate Facebook?</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why I hate &lt;a href="http://facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/minglebox-photo/core-0000-c8a0428b10803825011080cd883d1252.data-0000-c34028771bc2106f011bcd81b61d78bd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Thankfully, encouraging words and help are always near. Every piece I write, I send it for a check. The piece comes back with no less than 50 odd mistakes. Grammar – something I took for granted during my school days. Now, from the past few days, I have the urge to buy a book of Wren and Martin (that’s what we had in school) and start from page 1. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The utter pessimist in me says, ‘It’ll be just another start’ – half a page of scribbled line – as Pink Floyds put in. Though I know that the world at large would expect me to end this post in a high note...but seriously, I don’t see the grammar thingie going anywhere. As for the "high note," I shall sign off with one of may favourite Calvin and Hobbes strip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/SgK-giI8JSI/AAAAAAAAATA/ITtEITCjNlo/s1600-h/calvin-and-hobbes-pronoun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/SgK-giI8JSI/AAAAAAAAATA/ITtEITCjNlo/s400/calvin-and-hobbes-pronoun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333034374889481506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732908541209792084-7264067400951214172?l=freakyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7264067400951214172/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732908541209792084&amp;postID=7264067400951214172&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/7264067400951214172?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/7264067400951214172?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/grammar.html" title="Grammar" /><author><name>Unknown User</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04052502488764890815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/TLhXpKo4BII/AAAAAAAAAZc/pwcVJIhcTis/S220/41776_705222135_342_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/SgK-giI8JSI/AAAAAAAAATA/ITtEITCjNlo/s72-c/calvin-and-hobbes-pronoun.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4DR30-cCp7ImA9WxNWEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732908541209792084.post-9105799010537863632</id><published>2008-06-03T13:12:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T12:19:36.358+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-09T12:19:36.358+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Random Thoughts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="General Nonsense" /><title>Hollywood Science Trilogy (Part 1)</title><content type="html">Hollywood movies supposedly set the standards for others around the world in terms of cinematic excellence. No wonder, cinema goers around the world gasp every time a hero in an action flick saves himself, his family, his dog and eventually his country. From giant monsters to natural disasters, to out- and -out science fiction – there is always a logical explanation to everything weird that happens on screen. From atomic explosions converting unassuming reptiles into Godzillas to turning dead soldiers into undead universal soldiers – science has always bridged the gap between common sense and the script writer’s absurdity. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;
However, let’s look beyond the ‘Hi-tech’ science of the supporting cast dressed in white overalls. We won’t even mention the movies that bummed in the box office. The movies in question are highly successful flicks not just in America but all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Alien Attacks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/SKdDaTdNi7I/AAAAAAAAALM/7ClRcfsXU2U/s1600-h/Independence+day.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235227211019946930" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/SKdDaTdNi7I/AAAAAAAAALM/7ClRcfsXU2U/s400/Independence+day.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
The movie &lt;i&gt;Independence Day&lt;/i&gt; is one of the classic examples of the ‘Aliens invade Earth” plot. How a man hacks into the incomprehensively advanced alien computer system and uploads a virus to blow up the gigantic mother ship is still open for debate. I am not ever going to question the abilities of a human mind. &lt;br /&gt;
However, there are other things that need explanation. The mother ship supposedly has a mass, equal to one-quarter the mass of the Moon and is more than 10 times closer than the Moon. The ship’s gravity itself can trigger catastrophic tides and earthquakes just like a Tsunami. This doesn’t happen and poor aliens had to send out smaller crafts to hover before unleashing flaming death-rays. Now, talking about the smaller ships – to allow a ship to hover – there must be an upward force equal to the weight acting on it. One Mr. Newton said so in his third law. So, the ship must be exerting a downward force. If this involves air, the city beneath will be crushed by air pressure. Somehow, this never happens and our aliens had to waste precious energy on those death rays.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disaster Strikes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Scientists have discovered an asteroid on a direct collision course with Earth. If the asteroid hits, it will destroy all life on the planet (yes, we are talking Bruce Willis starrer Armageddon). The solution is to fly a space shuttle out to the asteroid, drill into the rock and place a nuclear bomb in that hole. The explosion will blow the asteroid in half&lt;br /&gt;
, and each half will be deflected to either sides of the Earth. Now, we were told that the asteroid is “the size of Texas”, which means it has a diameter of about 700 miles. But, Bruce Willis and his team drilled for about 800 meters – which, I am afraid is just like scratching the surface – and still managed to split the asteroid into two halves. Amazing, isn’t it? &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Superheroes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Super heroes have super powers. Therefore, they are conveniently out of scientific explanation. However, we have the savior of Gotham – Batman – who has no superpowers. So, here’s where the physics doesn’t add up. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/SKdDuu-vI8I/AAAAAAAAALU/M5zYsRSJGz4/s1600-h/batman.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235227562005701570" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/SKdDuu-vI8I/AAAAAAAAALU/M5zYsRSJGz4/s400/batman.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 244px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 324px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In the 1989 Batman flick, Batman and Kim Basinger are dangling over a ledge, they lose their grip and fall before Batman’s retractable rope-hook catches on a gargoyle, saving them from crashing to death on the ground below.&lt;br /&gt;
Mr. Newton enters the scene gain with his First Law: internal organs aren’t fixed to the frame of the body, so they will continue to move “at a constant speed in a straight line until acted on by a net external force”. That is, until they split your ribcage. Batman’s rope isn’t very elastic like a bungee cord to negate their magnitude. But, they still live to save the day and make a few more sequels. &lt;br /&gt;
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But this is Hollywood…anything can happen, and we adore it for that.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;This Trilogy thing is nothing but just to keep you under the impression that I can come up with more of whatever I've written. As far as I know myself, chance of a Part 2 is slim. Part 3 of the trilogy you ask? Forget it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732908541209792084-9105799010537863632?l=freakyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9105799010537863632/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732908541209792084&amp;postID=9105799010537863632&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/9105799010537863632?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/9105799010537863632?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/hollywood-science-triology-part-1.html" title="Hollywood Science Trilogy (Part 1)" /><author><name>Unknown User</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04052502488764890815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/TLhXpKo4BII/AAAAAAAAAZc/pwcVJIhcTis/S220/41776_705222135_342_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/SKdDaTdNi7I/AAAAAAAAALM/7ClRcfsXU2U/s72-c/Independence+day.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMER3oyfip7ImA9WxdbGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732908541209792084.post-1269772942883816748</id><published>2008-05-16T14:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-17T05:50:06.496+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-17T05:50:06.496+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Note to Self" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dear Diary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="High Hopes" /><title>Brand new Day</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here I am today, willing to make a whole new beginning once again. I wonder how many times does someone actually wipe his slate clean and start afresh. I have done it for the third time in the last two year. Hope this time it is worth it and not just another misadventure. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If things go well, I should be writing more often. Hope to see you guys soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732908541209792084-1269772942883816748?l=freakyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1269772942883816748/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732908541209792084&amp;postID=1269772942883816748&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/1269772942883816748?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/1269772942883816748?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/brand-new-day.html" title="Brand new Day" /><author><name>Unknown User</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04052502488764890815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/TLhXpKo4BII/AAAAAAAAAZc/pwcVJIhcTis/S220/41776_705222135_342_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcNRHg-fip7ImA9WxdbGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732908541209792084.post-835971471311590265</id><published>2008-03-07T13:05:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-17T05:44:55.656+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-17T05:44:55.656+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Note to Self" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><title>What is keeping me busy these days?</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Doing more than what your job responsibilities are or how much I am paid for&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Working hard to be someone I don’t really want to&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Going out of your way to please others and being told that I am overdoing it&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Doing a thankless job of a maid…free of cost&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Making compromises on things that used to be my life a few years back&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Trying to make sense of a grown up life – something that was so fascinating in childhood &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732908541209792084-835971471311590265?l=freakyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/835971471311590265/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732908541209792084&amp;postID=835971471311590265&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/835971471311590265?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/835971471311590265?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-is-keeping-me-busy-these-days.html" title="What is keeping me busy these days?" /><author><name>Unknown User</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04052502488764890815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/TLhXpKo4BII/AAAAAAAAAZc/pwcVJIhcTis/S220/41776_705222135_342_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQGSHoyeyp7ImA9WxdbGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732908541209792084.post-3791833702403154340</id><published>2008-02-20T17:28:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-17T05:48:49.493+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-17T05:48:49.493+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Random Thoughts" /><title>In persuit of the "Carrot"</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/SKdFBXF9Y1I/AAAAAAAAALc/S8uxSqXzoRQ/s1600-h/donkey_il.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/SKdFBXF9Y1I/AAAAAAAAALc/S8uxSqXzoRQ/s400/donkey_il.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235228981522686802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s been a while isn’t it? Well, what can I say…the New Year brought with it too many changes…maybe too much too soon? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Honestly nothing has changed much. The first line was just an attempt to sound philosophical (read smart)! My new place is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ANYTHING BUT PERFECT&lt;/span&gt; (mind the CAPS and bold and italics). I am still on a lookout for a decent house(I don’t know when it is going to be over). The job as an Internet ‘poser’ is pretty much OK except for the sad looking figure on my pay-slip. I still haven’t learned the art of managing my bank account – which is almost empty – like last year, and the year before that…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometime I wonder why that is so. I remember, five years ago, I used to earn about one-quarter of what I earn now. Strangely, things were better then. I had the time of my life smoking cheap cigarettes and tea at the roadside &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chaiwalla.&lt;/span&gt; The craze for uptown shopping plazas, glitzy bars and coffee shops – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the need to see and be seen&lt;/span&gt; – was never there. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But here I am, trying my best to fit into scheme of things! But no matter how hard I try…ideal is still miles away. Maybe that’s the proverbial carrot and the donkey situation. I agree I am the donkey, I know who or what the carrot is. What I don’t get is that why the man with the stick is so sadistic?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have I lost you here?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, that doesn’t matter. I am lost too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732908541209792084-3791833702403154340?l=freakyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3791833702403154340/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732908541209792084&amp;postID=3791833702403154340&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/3791833702403154340?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/3791833702403154340?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-persuit-of-carrot.html" title="In persuit of the &quot;Carrot&quot;" /><author><name>Unknown User</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04052502488764890815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/TLhXpKo4BII/AAAAAAAAAZc/pwcVJIhcTis/S220/41776_705222135_342_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/SKdFBXF9Y1I/AAAAAAAAALc/S8uxSqXzoRQ/s72-c/donkey_il.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYHQH0zcSp7ImA9WxdbGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732908541209792084.post-8366272115627000305</id><published>2007-12-28T17:24:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-17T05:45:31.389+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-17T05:45:31.389+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="World Weird Web" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Work" /><title>Holiday status</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/R3TkM1MRnVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2uO9AkBx7DM/s1600-h/Gtalk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/R3TkM1MRnVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2uO9AkBx7DM/s400/Gtalk.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148991183079447890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The year is about to end. Technically, it’s my last working day (well, the office is open on 31&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;, but smart me is on off). Take a deep breath and you can smell holiday spirit (read lack of enthusiasm toward work) in the entire place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Check out everybody’s status message on &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/talk/"&gt;Gtalk.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(…and please ignore mine!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732908541209792084-8366272115627000305?l=freakyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8366272115627000305/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732908541209792084&amp;postID=8366272115627000305&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/8366272115627000305?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/8366272115627000305?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/2007/12/year-is-about-to-end.html" title="Holiday status" /><author><name>Unknown User</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04052502488764890815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/TLhXpKo4BII/AAAAAAAAAZc/pwcVJIhcTis/S220/41776_705222135_342_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/R3TkM1MRnVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2uO9AkBx7DM/s72-c/Gtalk.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUGQXg4eyp7ImA9WxdbGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732908541209792084.post-9165605147970881233</id><published>2007-12-19T09:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-17T05:47:00.633+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-17T05:47:00.633+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Note to Self" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dear Diary" /><title>Looking back at 2007</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt;As 2007 comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Where did you begin 2007?&lt;br /&gt;Playing drums in my house party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Were you in school (anytime this year)?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) How did you earn your money?&lt;br /&gt;umm working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Did you have to go to the hospital?&lt;br /&gt;Yes…for a stupid check-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Did you have any encounters with the police?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah…quite a few times. Couple of times while on late night dates and once when one of my close pal passed away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Where did you go on the holidays?&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere…stayed back home and chilled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What did you purchase that was over Rs 1000?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Did you know anybody who got married?&lt;br /&gt;Yes…Quite a few friends jumped into the bandwagon. Sam, Priyanku, Partha…and so on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Did you know anybody who passed away?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. My close friend Bijoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Did you move anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;Yes…and guess what? I am moving again one of these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) What concerts/shows did you go to?&lt;br /&gt;Iron Maiden in Bangalore, Sepultura in Delhi…had to miss Scorpions :(&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Are you registered to vote?&lt;br /&gt;No, I really need to get that done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Who did you want to win Big Boss?&lt;br /&gt;Didn't watch it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Where do you live now?&lt;br /&gt;Malviya Nagar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Describe your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Going through a messy break-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) What's one thing you thought you'd never do but did in 2007?&lt;br /&gt;So many things…sobering up for starters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) What has been your favorite moment?&lt;br /&gt;ummm…during June and July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) What's something you learned about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;I've discovered my softer side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.) What was your best month?&lt;br /&gt;July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.) What music will you remember 2007 by?&lt;br /&gt;'Life in a Metro' soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Who has been your best drinking buddy?&lt;br /&gt;I don't drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Made new friends?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Quite a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) New best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Ann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Favorite Night out?&lt;br /&gt;India Gate (so uncool – I know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732908541209792084-9165605147970881233?l=freakyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9165605147970881233/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732908541209792084&amp;postID=9165605147970881233&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/9165605147970881233?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/9165605147970881233?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/2007/12/looking-back-at-2007.html" title="Looking back at 2007" /><author><name>Unknown User</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04052502488764890815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/TLhXpKo4BII/AAAAAAAAAZc/pwcVJIhcTis/S220/41776_705222135_342_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08ERXY4fSp7ImA9WxdbGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732908541209792084.post-1869614183463011509</id><published>2007-11-29T17:47:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-17T05:40:04.835+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-17T05:40:04.835+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Facebook" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="World Weird Web" /><title>Facebook Blues!!!</title><content type="html">Poor guy must have had a break-up...or maybe just changed his profile to make it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Online fling-friendly"&lt;/span&gt;. Facebook made sure to tell it all his friend about it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/R7Ky2qv3LGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/S-sn0dPPgGs/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/R7Ky2qv3LGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/S-sn0dPPgGs/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166388374805097570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRIVACY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/R06wyueqAoI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2FpltI8rfeQ/s1600-h/Face+Book.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732908541209792084-1869614183463011509?l=freakyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1869614183463011509/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732908541209792084&amp;postID=1869614183463011509&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/1869614183463011509?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/1869614183463011509?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/facebook-blues.html" title="Facebook Blues!!!" /><author><name>Unknown User</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04052502488764890815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/TLhXpKo4BII/AAAAAAAAAZc/pwcVJIhcTis/S220/41776_705222135_342_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/R7Ky2qv3LGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/S-sn0dPPgGs/s72-c/untitled.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIEQnYyeSp7ImA9WxdbGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732908541209792084.post-3683530751785150222</id><published>2007-11-23T17:39:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-17T05:51:43.891+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-17T05:51:43.891+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Work" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life as it happened" /><title>Hard day</title><content type="html">When there are too many things making rounds on your mind, you can’t find the right words to say them. You tend to get incoherent coupled with disjointed train of thoughts and what not. Well, the bottom line: whatever that is inside, remains inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like this is happening to me these days. I am having some of my lousiest days at work, with deadlines flying past me without giving me any clue. I thought I had my way with words but quite not up to the mark to take care of a&lt;a href="http://realtydigest.blogspot.com/"&gt; corporate blog&lt;/a&gt;. Writing is fine…but promoting whatever you’ve written is not my cup of tea. So are presentations…WTF! Tell me what to do…and I’ll do it. What’s the point of making PowerPoint presentations on what I intend to do?! In any case, I’ll have to do whatever my boss asks me to do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after I manage to survive the day, next in line is the crawling Delhi traffic. Urrrgh…how I hate it! Since one of my colleague – one from the fairer sex – tags along with me…I can’t even do the zooooom bhroom thingie on my bike!! Add 10 more frustration point!  Oh…I generally have to find her an auto as well (Dealing with autowalla – add 15 points more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/R0bGo-eqAlI/AAAAAAAAAE0/f-u_zKCGrS0/s1600-h/angry_face.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/R0bGo-eqAlI/AAAAAAAAAE0/f-u_zKCGrS0/s400/angry_face.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136010832331276882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a hard day’s night and I’ve been working like a dog&lt;br /&gt;Its been a hard day’s nigh, I should be sleeping like a log&lt;br /&gt;But when I get home to you…I find the things that you do&lt;br /&gt;Will make me feel alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right…in your dreams loggerhead!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732908541209792084-3683530751785150222?l=freakyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3683530751785150222/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732908541209792084&amp;postID=3683530751785150222&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/3683530751785150222?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/3683530751785150222?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/hard-day.html" title="Hard day" /><author><name>Unknown User</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04052502488764890815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/TLhXpKo4BII/AAAAAAAAAZc/pwcVJIhcTis/S220/41776_705222135_342_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/R0bGo-eqAlI/AAAAAAAAAE0/f-u_zKCGrS0/s72-c/angry_face.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIGQH49eip7ImA9WxdbGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732908541209792084.post-2411713467012541294</id><published>2007-11-16T14:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-17T05:52:01.062+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-17T05:52:01.062+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life as it happened" /><title>My life so far</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/R0FCdOeqAiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GIBh4LVdo-E/s1600-h/Fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/R0FCdOeqAiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GIBh4LVdo-E/s400/Fail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134458120049394210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this might look as if I am the greatest pessimist to walk on mother earth.&lt;br /&gt;But I can explain this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past failures have been able to tie me down.&lt;br /&gt;I still dream of open skies…&lt;br /&gt;spread my clipped wings…have the will to fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s important is that I have not given up yet. I am still in the race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732908541209792084-2411713467012541294?l=freakyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2411713467012541294/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732908541209792084&amp;postID=2411713467012541294&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/2411713467012541294?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/2411713467012541294?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-lifes-story.html" title="My life so far" /><author><name>Unknown User</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04052502488764890815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/TLhXpKo4BII/AAAAAAAAAZc/pwcVJIhcTis/S220/41776_705222135_342_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/R0FCdOeqAiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GIBh4LVdo-E/s72-c/Fail.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IDSHoyeSp7ImA9WxBbGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732908541209792084.post-5544260594261015980</id><published>2007-11-06T14:21:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-18T11:22:59.491+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-18T11:22:59.491+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life as it happened" /><title>Where I lay my head is home!</title><content type="html">When life seems to play cruel jokes on you, the best you can do is cling on to your sense of humor. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last few weeks I’ve been frantically looking for a decent house to move in. There weren’t many stones unturned (read property dealers). Finally, I had to settle for a house I never ever thought I’ll move in. It’s near the flat that I’ve been living (I was thinking to shift somewhere nearer to my office) and the set up of the new place SUCKS. It is like Indian Railways compartments - S1, S2, S3 - and you have a 3 room set! &lt;br /&gt;
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To add salt to the already raw deal, I am working for a real estate client and going all blah blah about the Indian Property boom and bust and bubble and what not! So much so, that I am helping one of my friend to maintain a &lt;a href="http://www.realtydigest.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog on real estate&lt;/a&gt;! And the mighty expert has no place to shift in.&lt;br /&gt;
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But I’m hoping for the best and trying to imagine this pigeon/shit hole is just a momentary lapse of luck. Yes, like everywhere else, it comes down to Luck to find a nice place in Delhi. As of now, the plan is, once my financial muscle recover from all the commissions I paid and my back muscle from the whole packing-lifting-unpacking routine, I'll shift to some nice place.&lt;br /&gt;
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(PS - If you are wondering what the hell the opening line is all about, here it is. I heard that in a movie a few weeks ago and I really liked it.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732908541209792084-5544260594261015980?l=freakyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5544260594261015980/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732908541209792084&amp;postID=5544260594261015980&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/5544260594261015980?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/5544260594261015980?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/where-i-lay-my-head-is-home.html" title="Where I lay my head is home!" /><author><name>Unknown User</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04052502488764890815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/TLhXpKo4BII/AAAAAAAAAZc/pwcVJIhcTis/S220/41776_705222135_342_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMDQ3w4eCp7ImA9WxdbGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5732908541209792084.post-7665416966390711957</id><published>2007-10-28T09:58:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-17T05:51:12.230+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-17T05:51:12.230+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life as it happened" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>Angry Again</title><content type="html">Hmmm…it’s been long since I’ve been thinking of what ‘direction’ this blog should go in. Today…I finally decided to make it my online diary. Of course it will be utter stupidity to put down every thing that I think of for the world to see. But then – I am well known for that trait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its early morn now and there ain’t much to write about for today, except for that I did my laundry at 8 in the morning. That was after I took a walk with a bruised leg that hurt like hell.&lt;br /&gt;Why the self-torture?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was angry, and I still am – and I love to put myself into test when I’m angry. Good that I have just the perfect place to loose myself and vent out everything inside me today…&lt;a href="http://metalmentalism.blogspot.com/2007/11/sepultura-chaos-ad-in-capital.html"&gt;the Sepultura concert!&lt;/a&gt; Just the perfect mood to go for a Heavy Metal show. Right now ‘Desperate Cry’ is literally blasting off my sound box. Feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why am I angry?...or am I actually angry?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’m just a bit hurt. But being angry seems much easier than being hurt. Don’t ya think? If you’re hurt, you’re actually admitting that someone else has control over your life. I don’t like the idea of someone’s actions having any effect on my mood. But the fact that I am angry, also indicate the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the control of my life is no longer in my hands…no matter how fucked up my life was while it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say there’s a song for every situation. I am a firm believer. Right now, I am ‘Its been a while’ by Stained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5732908541209792084-7665416966390711957?l=freakyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7665416966390711957/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5732908541209792084&amp;postID=7665416966390711957&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/7665416966390711957?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5732908541209792084/posts/default/7665416966390711957?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://freakyjournal.blogspot.com/2007/10/hmmmits-been-long-since-ive-been.html" title="Angry Again" /><author><name>Unknown User</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04052502488764890815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3Duy07pKE3Y/TLhXpKo4BII/AAAAAAAAAZc/pwcVJIhcTis/S220/41776_705222135_342_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

