<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088880514290836333</id><updated>2026-10-13T02:39:47.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Diary...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisintrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088880514290836333/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisintrouble.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dileep Krishna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288888380379517087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiegRIzBxco2SdDLk7fKyhwr4LeYd0hM36JvGH-CrSDQidmasxqW3pxU2j4806jeLWM9ouQY1R6ot7GqlPiZQckuL_Gb1MEmoe_yyRgdseuHo2pKFx5eVT1Pe9ykx3Qxg/s220/DSC06860.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088880514290836333.post-6233696238274122660</id><published>2011-08-22T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T12:13:20.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE LOL!!!!</title><content type='html'>“LOVE” the word makes a man romantic, some may have a cute smile on their faces on hearing this word. Some may hate the word LOVE with their past experiences, some will not trust it, and some will spend their life for this word. We have diverse thoughts on LOVE!! We all agree to him/her, once we get to know why he/she hates or loves the word LOVE.... my perspectives towards LOVE!! Hmmmmm  lol!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We all love someone at some stage in our life.. I love my father as a Son, I love my work as a hard-worker, I love my friends as a friend, I love my girl-friend for my selfishness to cont. my  journey with her. We have the word “Break-up” in only the relationship between the man and women. If we keenly observe the cases, we too find the word “Break-up” in any relationship. We love someone in some case and we hate that someone in other case. Person is the same, but the situation we took is different. If we love someone, we feel that he/she is totally ours... There the real problem starts, we get possessive towards her/him. We feel like she/he should chat with only us, we never respect their personal life. We in fact never think of his/him personal life. We give statements like there shouldn’t be any personals between LOVERS. We all love our parents, parents hide something away from us, and we too never share our stupid things with our parents. Because of this reason we never fight with our parents. Then why we get possessive only with a girl/boy.. We only LOVE her/him, she/he has to be as you like, if not breakup!! We the boys blame girls, that she always wants the luxury status. Our parents also don’t love us if we were roaming without any job. After all, I want to say is that LOVE cannot be continued towards some person throughout his Life. Because it is an emotion, we cannot live with serious emotion throughout our life, then how can we expect Love should be throughout our life!! Foolishness, Right!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our parents just don’t LOVE us there is something other than LOVE which makes us to LOVE them, that is Responsibility. Even we fails in doing any task, still they believes us, they gives us moral support for doing another task, which is called Responsibility. We might don’t love them if they stop investing on our education that we failed at some other case. They don’t even kick us out for our stupid things, because they feel Responsible. We love many people around us, the first impression of loving someone is LOOKS, No Boy/Girl love Girl/Boy without seeing him/her. Will the love continue if his/her good looks were lost in some accident? I can’t judge you all guys, so the answer was left to you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never feel responsible about someone other than our parents, this was the reason why we still live with our parents. Responsibility is not an emotion, we ourselves take it as a task. We always try to complete the task successfully. It has only two probabilities, 1 or 0. We fight for silly reasons, we will have breakup for small misunderstandings. We love many people behind us, but we feel responsible towards only one, the One will be our Soul mate.... Some may have many Soul mates* that is exceptional... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of writing an article, but I didn’t get any Idea.. Finally I get this, if you felt this like nonsense, nothing will happen we waste time for many stupid things, my article will get placed in that. If you like, wait for my next stupid article.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, how was my philosophy??? He he he..Don’t Just Love,feel responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Responsibility comes through Love.... Ani ma frnd naku ippude cheppadu, spelling tappunte maninchandi, assalu arthame ledanukunte kshaminchandi!!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisintrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/6233696238274122660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisintrouble.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-lol.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088880514290836333/posts/default/6233696238274122660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088880514290836333/posts/default/6233696238274122660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisintrouble.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-lol.html' title='LOVE LOL!!!!'/><author><name>Dileep Krishna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288888380379517087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiegRIzBxco2SdDLk7fKyhwr4LeYd0hM36JvGH-CrSDQidmasxqW3pxU2j4806jeLWM9ouQY1R6ot7GqlPiZQckuL_Gb1MEmoe_yyRgdseuHo2pKFx5eVT1Pe9ykx3Qxg/s220/DSC06860.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088880514290836333.post-3092974297224101648</id><published>2011-08-14T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T06:29:05.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>InDEPENDENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;InDEPENDENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one of us feels Proud hearing or saying the word “&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;INDIA&lt;/span&gt;”, after all it’s our Mother Country. The Only Subcontinent which has diverse Religions, Cultures, Languages, people of different shades. We accept other Religion, Culture, and Language in our &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Indian Family&lt;/span&gt;, but we don’t accept them in our &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt;… We are ready to spend Crores of Money in the name of God, but we never thought of helping Poor, at least!! We fight for &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;religion, Region and Power&lt;/span&gt;, but we ourselves indulge in &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Corruption&lt;/span&gt;. We cannot accept our children to be an average Student, but we prefer to elect the &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Corrupted Politician&lt;/span&gt;. We’ll pray so called Swamiji’s in the Shackles of Faith, but we never trust our own &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;laws&lt;/span&gt;. We always salute the Army and praise many more times in the media, but we all prefer safe Government job. We use 4g iphones and highly technical equipment, but we don’t have proper equipment in Hospitals, Ambulances and Police stations. We laughed at the traffic seeing in the cc cameras, but we never thought of following Traffic rules. Should I really proud to be an Indian, We are all celebrating 65th Independence Day, It had been 64 years since English Men left us in the name of Independence. India was being InDependent Country Since 64years. Was the change achieved in these years might be nothing for English, if they rule us 10 more years. The answer will be &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;MAY BE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&quot; We took Independence having faith on us. We designed the Constitution inspiring from others, We set rules for being disciplined. We put many slogans to do better, but why INDIA cannot be a Developed Country, Do any one know when will it be??? No one!! Do you know still at some places of our country some people will be named as untouchables, in a city like Hyderabad, because of lack of Medicines children died. Still a common man worries a lot for increase of the House-hold Goods. Every sector was lacking of Work, No proper Employment, No proper utilisation of Technology, less outsourcing Companies. After all my question was, Why  INDIA &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;InDEPENDENT&lt;/span&gt;&quot; Country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have laws, no one will follow them. We have ethics, no one cares… Here in India, We have Independence to share anything, but after sharing we won’t have Independence!! That’s the Typical India. Are we still waiting for the Leader&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who brings a drastic change in Indian Development. Who will be the Leader??? Stop Questioning, there is no other solution for this, except &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;self assessment&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Feel responsible, be selfish about your Country, and Make it proud. I have faith on me, I can make INDIA a Developed Country, do u?  We the citizens yet to have a vision on Real world, the Country was being waiting for Change.  Let’s be so cleaned, in such a way where we can clean the Country, rather getting corrupted. Let’s give a Developed India to the next Generation… &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;JAI HIND!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisintrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/3092974297224101648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisintrouble.blogspot.com/2011/08/independence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088880514290836333/posts/default/3092974297224101648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088880514290836333/posts/default/3092974297224101648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisintrouble.blogspot.com/2011/08/independence.html' title='InDEPENDENCE'/><author><name>Dileep Krishna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288888380379517087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiegRIzBxco2SdDLk7fKyhwr4LeYd0hM36JvGH-CrSDQidmasxqW3pxU2j4806jeLWM9ouQY1R6ot7GqlPiZQckuL_Gb1MEmoe_yyRgdseuHo2pKFx5eVT1Pe9ykx3Qxg/s220/DSC06860.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088880514290836333.post-146450414968729254</id><published>2011-07-16T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T20:57:49.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Character Of JNTU Student</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Hidden Character Of JNTU Student&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u get the concept you will be a programmer in the corporate sector, If not you will be a lecturer... &lt;br /&gt;I had slept hearing this funny statement, the next day I went to the College, stepping down from my college bus I doubted myself, am I drunk REDBULL instead of water in the breakfast!! Very active, highly excited don’t know what for that excitement...  The first session started, I was chatting with my friend in the class, sir noticed that and the conversation between me and sir was like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Shiva Sir:&lt;/span&gt;     You, if you don’t have interest please move, I’ll not stop you!!(I was staring at the sir eyes innocently for the long time without any expression...) Hey you!! I’m talking with you. See, you send two interrupt signals to Shiva, be careful!! K listen first!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Excuse me sir! I have a doubt. Who is shiva?( Everyone in the class laughed and sir didn’t get any answer for that, after a while..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Shiva Sir:&lt;/span&gt; Cracking jokes on me?? “Stand! First you stand!! You know manners you don’t!! You doesn’t know how to behave with lecturers?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;(&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;I murmured-“Don’t you know how to speak in English..” Sir asked what???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Sir basically, I don’t have manners..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Shiva Sir:&lt;/span&gt; aha!! Why, your previous lecturers didn’t teach you manners?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; No Sir! In reverse I had teach them how to behave with a student..&lt;br /&gt;(The bell rang....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Shiva sir:&lt;/span&gt; What are you thinking of yourselves, I’ll tell you what I am in the lab!!(Leaving the class...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Sir,will it take 3hrs to tell about you!! Bull Sh**!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the class were laughing and in that excited state, next session started!! Sitting in the first bench to give a show off.Sir had projected a slide and tell us to copy.. I’m not writing and staring at the sir face innocently!!! Sir asked me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Sagar Sir:&lt;/span&gt; What was in my face look at the board...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Dileep:&lt;/span&gt; What was in our face look at the board!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Sagar:&lt;/span&gt; What!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Dileep:&lt;/span&gt; Nothing sir looking at the board...(giving a pleasant smile...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Sagar:&lt;/span&gt; They were many complaints about you in the staff room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Dileep:&lt;/span&gt; Thank you sir! What was yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Sagar:&lt;/span&gt; Acha!! K listen, you won’t respect lecturers, late to the class, not &lt;br /&gt;attentive in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Dileep:&lt;/span&gt;   Excuse me Sir!! I to get many complaints about you, won’t teach us subject, wasting the class time, chit chatting with girls etc., Etc.. You wasted 5min for this non-sense talk with me!! But do I reveal it any time, I have some minimum common sense not to hurt others, maintain it sir!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Sagar:&lt;/span&gt;   Dileep! You are disgusting!! Get out of my class!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Dileep:&lt;/span&gt; Excuse me sir! I’ll go, but before that I have a small doubt, do you know the meaning of &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;DISGUSTING&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Sagar:&lt;/span&gt; What do u mean!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Dileep:&lt;/span&gt; Nothing sir!! If you know, let me know sir!! Or else I’ll check out in the library!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;agar:&lt;/span&gt; I don’t want to waste my time talking with you!! get Out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Dileep:&lt;/span&gt; Oh!! Don’t know!! K sir, I understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5min...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Dileep:&lt;/span&gt; Excuse me Sir, I thought of listening “Akaleste annam pedata alososte oil pedta “( everyone laughed..) Song in my MP3, would you mind of taking my mp3 from my bag!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Sagar:&lt;/span&gt; Throw his bag out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Dileep:&lt;/span&gt; Sir!! Meaning of Disgusting was Strong dis-approval, Thanks for the &lt;br /&gt;complement sir!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Sagar:&lt;/span&gt; Dileep!! Please don’t ever come to my class here after, this is my last warning to you, is that k for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Dileep:&lt;/span&gt;  hmmmmmmmmm!!! Thinking for 5sec!!(Moving fingers as if calculating in the air) I’ll think of it and I’ll let u know by this evening sir!! Don’t be tense sir!! For every problem there will be a solution... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that session I get high on excitement!! For the next session, Sir was dictating the notes, I’m sleeping without writing...  the further conversation went off like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Sriram Sir:&lt;/span&gt; Sitting in the first bench and not writing the notes. Do you feel like the don to the class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; I’m not a Don sir!! I’m dileep, I like running notes but I don&#39;t like the dictating notes, writing that as if a small kid!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Sriram Sir:&lt;/span&gt;Acha! ok show me your running notes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; I had given it to the Sagar sir! (It’s a lie!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Sriram Sir:&lt;/span&gt; Why? Don’t you maintain separate notes for every subject!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; I know Sir! By mistake I gave him your subject notes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Sriram Sir:&lt;/span&gt; Acha!! Then show me Sagar sir’s notes at least!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I showed a empty fair notes!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Sriram sir:&lt;/span&gt; There is nothing, it’s all white papers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; That’s the reason why I had given your book to him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Sriram Sir:&lt;/span&gt; Don’t act smart Dileep!! You look innocent but you are not!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Thank you sir! You too look sharp but you are not!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Sriram:&lt;/span&gt; What do you mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While answering to the sir, I listened my mom’s voice out at the corridor!! I thought lectures might gave a complaint!! I’m preparing myself to answer my mom.. My mom was shouting like-&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;&quot; its 8 getup and fresh up! If you miss the bus even today I&#39;ll kick you out!!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Shit man!! It’s a dream!!!&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes and laughed for 10min. and went to the college for the same boring classes with the same lecturers.... hmm some things will be achieved only in dreams.. So JNTU Students SLEEP!!! Bring out your hidden character out!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisintrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/146450414968729254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisintrouble.blogspot.com/2011/07/hidden-character-of-jntu-student.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088880514290836333/posts/default/146450414968729254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088880514290836333/posts/default/146450414968729254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisintrouble.blogspot.com/2011/07/hidden-character-of-jntu-student.html' title='Hidden Character Of JNTU Student'/><author><name>Dileep Krishna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288888380379517087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiegRIzBxco2SdDLk7fKyhwr4LeYd0hM36JvGH-CrSDQidmasxqW3pxU2j4806jeLWM9ouQY1R6ot7GqlPiZQckuL_Gb1MEmoe_yyRgdseuHo2pKFx5eVT1Pe9ykx3Qxg/s220/DSC06860.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088880514290836333.post-3519714644322847980</id><published>2011-06-23T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T07:41:40.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Re-Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Lets Re-Start&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the time goes on the mindset of the humans changes…For that change we the humans, given a beautiful name…. Maturity!!! I sometimes feel like, I have to grow up and get out of my childishness. Be professional, well-educated, in the society. On the other hand, I still want my dad kiss and mom’s love…. I want to play all the stupid games which I played in my kindergarten… I want to run, jump, play, but my maturity interrupts me a lot…. My age will not support to do all these… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember my stupid things in my life, because they are stupid…Roaming on streets, staring at girls, teasing them, stupid/senseless talks, stupid plans, I enjoyed my stupidity then. I don’t want to stop all these in the name of maturity…I have a friend name shiva, he is such an idiot, he don’t have any ethics, rules to follow. When we both met each other, I guarantied there will be one stupid thing we do. I don’t know who will force us but somehow we’ll do it.. I missed many in my life, I don’t even dare to blame my enjoyment, because I enjoyed. I want to start my career to get back all the things which I missed, which was impossible…Zindagi Dubara nai milegi… But still I want to re-start my career…...&lt;br /&gt;I still remember my innocence, when I first met a girl (addressing only one in that relation).The sleepless chat… First hand-shake!!! The first touch… The first kiss… and the first rumor about us …. I enjoyed everything, every second of my innocence…. I started many relationships with no expectations… they make me laugh, make me cry for no reason, make me to care about her, and finally, make me to love (I feel at that second) her. I met many girls in my life, I feel, may be a dozen times she is my girl… She will not be mine but the experience I had with her, will be awesome. Thanks to my fate which had taught me huge lessons, I learnt lessons and want to re-start my relationship (friendship) with them. Even this was impossible why because, I’m a BAD BOY….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m 20, with this 20 I can tell you..&lt;br /&gt;If we lost a race, No chance of re-starting the race.. Even though we re-start, the probability of winning will be slightly increases but not 1.. Life has given a ship of chances where we have to take chance of winning... The race will end up with two experiences Good and Bad. Well! Good experience gives you the success, happiness.. Bad will gives you the key to success and tells you Race hasn&#39;t ended, There was other race which you have to win….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still guys, I want to &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;re-start my career&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I Want to &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;re-start my relationship&lt;/span&gt;, I want to &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;re-start my LIFE…..&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisintrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/3519714644322847980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisintrouble.blogspot.com/2011/06/let-re-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088880514290836333/posts/default/3519714644322847980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088880514290836333/posts/default/3519714644322847980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisintrouble.blogspot.com/2011/06/let-re-start.html' title='Lets Re-Start'/><author><name>Dileep Krishna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288888380379517087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiegRIzBxco2SdDLk7fKyhwr4LeYd0hM36JvGH-CrSDQidmasxqW3pxU2j4806jeLWM9ouQY1R6ot7GqlPiZQckuL_Gb1MEmoe_yyRgdseuHo2pKFx5eVT1Pe9ykx3Qxg/s220/DSC06860.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088880514290836333.post-2690469417311438110</id><published>2011-05-17T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T07:19:05.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life is in Trouble</title><content type='html'>&quot;My Life is in trouble&quot; is what I feel every second of my life....&lt;br /&gt;Lot of hopes, Wants to do lot..... But still I don&#39;t know why people can&#39;t understand me...&lt;br /&gt; My grand Pa, from my childhood he used to say, &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;You are better than Mahesh Babu&lt;/span&gt;&quot;, It may not be true... But to praise me he used to use that clause...I felt happy to hear even. Actually,I&#39;m out of my mother&#39;s womb at seventh month,Everyone cried by seeing me.. then my grand Pa had taken care of me.. He fought with my dad and kept me with him till 1 year and used lot of medicines, and now I&#39;m strong enough to hit other... My grand Pa who is responsible for what I&#39;m now... he had given me a chance to live..He always keep saying he have to see me in big screen...I got mad about dance,then after acting...Some times I feel like I should be a super star of Tollywood...I myself declare that &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m the next hope of Tollywood&quot;&lt;/span&gt;.. It looks funny, but, I feel that I&#39;m eligible and I have talent to rule the industry, my only hope is my talent....(I feel)&lt;br /&gt;But in real times no one encourage to enter in that field....&lt;br /&gt;Holding my portfolio and roaming on the streets of Filmnagar, disgusting right...&lt;br /&gt;Once my ma&#39;m ask me a question... &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Do anyone marry u, if you say that, you are trying for a chance in the Film Industry?&lt;/span&gt;&quot; Then my friends all laughed at me....&lt;br /&gt;I have an answer for them... &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Will anyone marry me if I say that,I&#39;m trying for Infosys?&lt;/span&gt;&quot; Obviously answer will be &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;.If we once achieve anyone of these, then the answer will be different.. and If I ask a girl who will u marry, a Software Engineer or a Film Star... There will be only one answer, that I think no need to mention even..&lt;br /&gt;  By the way, we all do jobs not only to marry, there will be many reasons.... This is one thing I wanna clarify to the people who ask me this question.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This is my version, But my parents who had given me a chance to live in this beautiful land, I can&#39;t hurt them telling &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Its my life&lt;/span&gt;&quot; I can&#39;t, why because they are the reason for my life... So I have to respect them and I&#39;m ready to sacrifice my passion for them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and Next my dad used to tell me, I have to get through the mains successfully... There should be some day where he salutes me in duty.... I wish that day has to come in my life, before I die.... I too like to do that job.. Wearing the dress is my dream.. and directly jumping from my b.tech to that will be too dangerous... So I have to put an option before selecting Mains.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and because of my mistake in my intermediate life,my fate kicked me to CVRCE, and I don&#39;t wanna go to the industry with my JNTU certificate... So I opt MBA(CAT)... and I still don&#39;t know whether is it correct to chose IMS rather TIME.... when I&#39;m attending the classes, I seriously wanna get through IIM&#39;s... and to get a good package after my MBA... and my girl-fiend&#39;s wish was the same... may be she like&#39;s the word GOOD PACKAGE(I&#39;m not kidding), she used to push me to hold the hand outs... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after reading this you come to know that I&#39;m a fickle minded person... but still I have an another interest.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do something for my country, seriously I&#39;m fed up with this stupid politics and I have a ship of thoughts to change... It doesn&#39;t mean that I will join politics.. why because I don&#39;t have a single leadership qualities... but still even I&#39;ll support the real leaders...&lt;br /&gt;I wanna share my ideas with them and I wanna be a part of in Huge Change....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m just waiting at the middle of the junction...and calculating the priorities..for the correct way..  &lt;br /&gt;My life is in trouble..... Will anyone dare to help me......</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisintrouble.blogspot.com/feeds/2690469417311438110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisintrouble.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-life-is-in-trouble.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088880514290836333/posts/default/2690469417311438110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088880514290836333/posts/default/2690469417311438110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisintrouble.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-life-is-in-trouble.html' title='My Life is in Trouble'/><author><name>Dileep Krishna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288888380379517087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiegRIzBxco2SdDLk7fKyhwr4LeYd0hM36JvGH-CrSDQidmasxqW3pxU2j4806jeLWM9ouQY1R6ot7GqlPiZQckuL_Gb1MEmoe_yyRgdseuHo2pKFx5eVT1Pe9ykx3Qxg/s220/DSC06860.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>