<?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-12590750</id><updated>2024-09-22T13:47:25.436+10:00</updated><title type='text'>-- My Shawshank --</title><subtitle type='html'>These are my words that I dont speak.. This is the &quot;me&quot; inside talking to the &quot;me&quot; outside. Here, I have become Comfortably Numb.&#xa;&#xa;When will I be redeemed from My Shawshank?!?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>jey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10258965010208100677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYGYZ2rxC2kqK8DbS223ldCcjArcpPpHB4rf0ct-mu3yRelYC0C6OJ7SvXVccc-hnuod__OXE4PfiSFH6rwJHzYZNlYKfoc3v98o2rDC19IYUMqiVC4KAKqhg5IfAgQc/s400/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>161</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590750.post-679215253539335828</id><published>2010-03-29T09:09:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T09:09:48.755+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaash Ye Pal</title><content type='html'>Kaash ye pal tham jaaye, &lt;br /&gt;aur ye gham ghum jaaye... &lt;br /&gt;Kaash is neend se hum jaag jaaye... &lt;br /&gt;aur yaadon ke bheed mein woh pal kho jaaye.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/feeds/679215253539335828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/12590750/679215253539335828?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/679215253539335828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/679215253539335828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/2010/03/kaash-ye-pal.html' title='Kaash Ye Pal'/><author><name>jey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10258965010208100677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYGYZ2rxC2kqK8DbS223ldCcjArcpPpHB4rf0ct-mu3yRelYC0C6OJ7SvXVccc-hnuod__OXE4PfiSFH6rwJHzYZNlYKfoc3v98o2rDC19IYUMqiVC4KAKqhg5IfAgQc/s400/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590750.post-7427280083594696324</id><published>2008-12-21T01:27:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T01:29:21.259+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney&#39;s dedicating their parks in my name!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid=&quot;clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000&quot; 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Made sure am not gonna miss the train this time (had missed it the last time... the freakin bbay locals.. As I pulled into Borivali Station, there goes Avantika Express. Frick!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this time got the general class ticket and in time waiting for the train. And it comes with a crowd starting to stream in even before the train comes to a halt. Frick Frick Frick can&#39;t get in. And it pulls out. Me stranded once again. Well, I call Keithda and tell him I missed the train. I then run off to the Sukurwadi bus depot to see if there&#39;s a bus. No buses till next day evening. So I head back home and watch some tv and blame my cursed luck. K then calls later and tells me to check out trains to Nagda or Ujjain. I find out there&#39;s a train at 11pm frome Dadar and the time was already 10.15pm or so. I rush out again to see if I can catch a local to Dadar and realise it&#39;s not possible. So I catch an auto to Dadar. At Bandra, I realise autos can&#39;t enter Dadar. So I get a taxi from there and somehow reach Dadar... Only to realise that train was cancelled. Man, I head back home and check out when the next trains are to Indore or Nagda or Ratlam or Ujjain or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Aug 05:&lt;br /&gt;So I wake up next day to catch a train going to Delhi. Thought this time, maybe I might be able to get in the general class. No chance. So I get in to the sleeper class with a GC ticket and sit next to the door; hoping that the TT will let it slip. As usual with my luck, he didn&#39;t. So I had to pay for the sleeper ticket. And realised this train does not go to Nagda. It goes to this place called Ratlam. And it was gonna reach there at 10 in the night. And I had to catch another local train from there to Indore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, as if I had any choice, I go all the way to Ratlam. Get out there and wait for the local train to Indore. As it comes, it&#39;s all dark inside... to be precise, looks as if there&#39;s just a lantern lighting the whole compartment. What the fricking hell is this! And I had no idea when I&#39;m gonna reach Indore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in this whole trip, my luck sided with me and I reached Indore. At 2AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes think would I do something crazy like this again. And I think... Yes. That is who I am.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/feeds/5062034089299858380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/12590750/5062034089299858380?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/5062034089299858380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/5062034089299858380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/2008/11/jab-i-went.html' title='Jab I Went'/><author><name>jey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10258965010208100677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYGYZ2rxC2kqK8DbS223ldCcjArcpPpHB4rf0ct-mu3yRelYC0C6OJ7SvXVccc-hnuod__OXE4PfiSFH6rwJHzYZNlYKfoc3v98o2rDC19IYUMqiVC4KAKqhg5IfAgQc/s400/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590750.post-1627985526595194645</id><published>2008-10-29T23:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T18:24:54.987+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My iPod Touchy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc1s9_4GV8bDLof1Lajq3AvMXJ0xy5Le6-cH8BQBmiskk8GCWNJjT6Cjo4an0OlmmNN67eg0ASzfmm07YDsjNo29mehyphenhyphenoXns_Wnp-DRUxEp5pR0872TK2KjFESVwfQg1fjyQyaBw/s1600-h/Capture.PNG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 353px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc1s9_4GV8bDLof1Lajq3AvMXJ0xy5Le6-cH8BQBmiskk8GCWNJjT6Cjo4an0OlmmNN67eg0ASzfmm07YDsjNo29mehyphenhyphenoXns_Wnp-DRUxEp5pR0872TK2KjFESVwfQg1fjyQyaBw/s400/Capture.PNG&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270101425055826210&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/feeds/1627985526595194645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/12590750/1627985526595194645?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/1627985526595194645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/1627985526595194645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-ipod-touchy.html' title='My iPod Touchy'/><author><name>jey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10258965010208100677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYGYZ2rxC2kqK8DbS223ldCcjArcpPpHB4rf0ct-mu3yRelYC0C6OJ7SvXVccc-hnuod__OXE4PfiSFH6rwJHzYZNlYKfoc3v98o2rDC19IYUMqiVC4KAKqhg5IfAgQc/s400/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc1s9_4GV8bDLof1Lajq3AvMXJ0xy5Le6-cH8BQBmiskk8GCWNJjT6Cjo4an0OlmmNN67eg0ASzfmm07YDsjNo29mehyphenhyphenoXns_Wnp-DRUxEp5pR0872TK2KjFESVwfQg1fjyQyaBw/s72-c/Capture.PNG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590750.post-297347587591793420</id><published>2008-07-24T21:32:00.019+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:20:44.948+10:00</updated><title type='text'>1. Salvation Mountain, Niland, California</title><content type='html'>Looks like Salvation is found in a small town in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures taken from &lt;a href=&quot;http://http//www.salvationmountain.us/&quot;&gt;Salvation Mountain website&lt;/a&gt; and Flickr.&lt;br /&gt;For virtual tours, you can go &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.willpearson.co.uk/virtual_tours/salvation_mountain/index.php/&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://www.blogger.com/%20http://lh3.ggpht.com/jerry.j.mathew/SIhohC5-UhI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ocLyngfMTbo/Salvation%20Mountain%20Mosaic.jpg?imgmax=512&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: left; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;http://lh3.ggpht.com/jerry.j.mathew/SIhohC5-UhI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ocLyngfMTbo/Salvation%20Mountain%20Mosaic.jpg?imgmax=512&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; 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Salvation Mountain, Niland, California'/><author><name>jey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10258965010208100677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYGYZ2rxC2kqK8DbS223ldCcjArcpPpHB4rf0ct-mu3yRelYC0C6OJ7SvXVccc-hnuod__OXE4PfiSFH6rwJHzYZNlYKfoc3v98o2rDC19IYUMqiVC4KAKqhg5IfAgQc/s400/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/jerry.j.mathew/SIhohC5-UhI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ocLyngfMTbo/s72-c/Salvation%20Mountain%20Mosaic.jpg?imgmax=512" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590750.post-6902614715769162403</id><published>2008-07-24T21:21:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T21:32:10.792+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Into The Wild</title><content type='html'>After watching the movie &#39;Into The Wild&#39;, I  guess it&#39;s about time I do just as Mr. Alexander Supertramp. Maybe not entirely into the &#39;wild&#39; wild, I can start off with the urban wild. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to make a list of the places I wanna travel to.  At least the not-so-common destinations.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/feeds/6902614715769162403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/12590750/6902614715769162403?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/6902614715769162403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/6902614715769162403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/2008/07/into-wild.html' title='Into The Wild'/><author><name>jey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10258965010208100677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYGYZ2rxC2kqK8DbS223ldCcjArcpPpHB4rf0ct-mu3yRelYC0C6OJ7SvXVccc-hnuod__OXE4PfiSFH6rwJHzYZNlYKfoc3v98o2rDC19IYUMqiVC4KAKqhg5IfAgQc/s400/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590750.post-8060514313705416581</id><published>2008-07-13T22:17:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:19:45.415+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lines That Matter</title><content type='html'>It is true. The only lines that matter are the ones that we make. One of the most thought provoking ads.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/acMcCyoJODQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/acMcCyoJODQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/feeds/8060514313705416581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/12590750/8060514313705416581?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/8060514313705416581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/8060514313705416581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/2008/07/lines-that-matter.html' title='Lines That Matter'/><author><name>jey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10258965010208100677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYGYZ2rxC2kqK8DbS223ldCcjArcpPpHB4rf0ct-mu3yRelYC0C6OJ7SvXVccc-hnuod__OXE4PfiSFH6rwJHzYZNlYKfoc3v98o2rDC19IYUMqiVC4KAKqhg5IfAgQc/s400/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590750.post-5049619273317930968</id><published>2008-07-12T04:17:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T04:30:58.499+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I usually don&#39;t write about current events... but then, this time I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months back, when young Aarushi was murdered, the police arrested her father, Dr. Talwar. And then a few days later, they claim that they got a confession out of him; he killed his own daughter. Now if that were true, the case should have been closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.hindustantimes.com/StoryPage/StoryPage.aspx?sectionName=&amp;amp;id=4a476ca2-6e8c-49b1-9522-42aa9ffdeb15&amp;amp;MatchID1=4725&amp;amp;TeamID1=2&amp;amp;TeamID2=3&amp;amp;MatchType1=1&amp;amp;SeriesID1=1191&amp;amp;PrimaryID=4725&amp;amp;Headline=Talwar+has+confessed%2c+says+cops&amp;amp;strParent=strParentID&quot;&gt;Link 1&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mynews.in/fullstory.aspx?storyid=5268&quot;&gt;Link 2&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the CBI have at last caught the real murderers [&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ndtv.com/convergence/ndtv/story.aspx?id=NEWEN20080056672&quot;&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;]. And these guys have confessed to the crime. So then was it some ploy the police were playing with the general public and the media by stating that Dr. Talwar confessed to the murder? Can the police be ever trusted in our country since they are in the end to just save their own ass firstly?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/feeds/5049619273317930968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/12590750/5049619273317930968?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/5049619273317930968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/5049619273317930968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-usually-dont-write-about-current.html' title=''/><author><name>jey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10258965010208100677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYGYZ2rxC2kqK8DbS223ldCcjArcpPpHB4rf0ct-mu3yRelYC0C6OJ7SvXVccc-hnuod__OXE4PfiSFH6rwJHzYZNlYKfoc3v98o2rDC19IYUMqiVC4KAKqhg5IfAgQc/s400/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590750.post-3602868173336289605</id><published>2008-07-12T03:58:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T04:09:19.844+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It&#39;s been 2 years since the blasts. I guess I never spoke about the blasts before. Maybe it was because I was not there to experience it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is I would have been there in the midst of it, if it weren&#39;t for N. Otherwise, I would have been in Mumbai and maybe... just maybe.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/feeds/3602868173336289605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/12590750/3602868173336289605?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/3602868173336289605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/3602868173336289605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-been-2-years-since-blasts.html' title=''/><author><name>jey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10258965010208100677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYGYZ2rxC2kqK8DbS223ldCcjArcpPpHB4rf0ct-mu3yRelYC0C6OJ7SvXVccc-hnuod__OXE4PfiSFH6rwJHzYZNlYKfoc3v98o2rDC19IYUMqiVC4KAKqhg5IfAgQc/s400/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590750.post-8154496057671176351</id><published>2008-07-12T03:55:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T03:57:53.463+10:00</updated><title type='text'>3 in 2</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I don&#39;t know how to react to this statistic - 3 in 2 or 25 out of 28.&lt;br /&gt;It is supposed  be 1 for Life.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/feeds/8154496057671176351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/12590750/8154496057671176351?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/8154496057671176351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/8154496057671176351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-in-2.html' title='3 in 2'/><author><name>jey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10258965010208100677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYGYZ2rxC2kqK8DbS223ldCcjArcpPpHB4rf0ct-mu3yRelYC0C6OJ7SvXVccc-hnuod__OXE4PfiSFH6rwJHzYZNlYKfoc3v98o2rDC19IYUMqiVC4KAKqhg5IfAgQc/s400/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590750.post-1190414564115262004</id><published>2008-07-11T21:00:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T21:02:45.494+10:00</updated><title type='text'>PJs Ka Baap</title><content type='html'>One of the funniest ads I have seen recently.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/AHByZLDbPiw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/AHByZLDbPiw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/feeds/1190414564115262004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/12590750/1190414564115262004?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/1190414564115262004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/1190414564115262004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/2008/07/pjs-ka-baap.html' title='PJs Ka Baap'/><author><name>jey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10258965010208100677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYGYZ2rxC2kqK8DbS223ldCcjArcpPpHB4rf0ct-mu3yRelYC0C6OJ7SvXVccc-hnuod__OXE4PfiSFH6rwJHzYZNlYKfoc3v98o2rDC19IYUMqiVC4KAKqhg5IfAgQc/s400/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590750.post-4473868361877188171</id><published>2008-07-11T20:36:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T20:56:39.142+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Can men and women be just friends?!?</title><content type='html'>I know I wrote about this earlier... but then, after watching these two movies - the classic &#39;When Harry Met Sally&#39; and the recent &#39;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Jaane Tu...&lt;/span&gt;&#39;, the wheels on this have started turning again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy and a girl who are the best of friends, who always wanna please each other, stand up for each other and blah blah; cannot remain friends. It just cannot happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the above is true (well, atleast according to me!), love gets built on this friendship. And usually, it ends up being quite strong. By QFD, the friendship leads to the love. It is like a &#39;layer&#39; of love has been stuck on top of the friendship layer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, say, by some unfortunate chance, the love fails. What happens then? If we peel this layer of love off now, does that friendship still remain? I know that it would not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So isn&#39;t it plainly ironic, that it takes friendship to build the love. And when the love goes, the friendship goes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I agree with Harry. This guy and girl can never remain friends. &#39;Cos once love enters the picture, the friendship kinda ends. And so when that love exits, the friendship, which had ended earlier, never gets built again.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/feeds/4473868361877188171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/12590750/4473868361877188171?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/4473868361877188171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/4473868361877188171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/2008/07/can-men-and-women-be-just-friends.html' title='Can men and women be just friends?!?'/><author><name>jey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10258965010208100677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYGYZ2rxC2kqK8DbS223ldCcjArcpPpHB4rf0ct-mu3yRelYC0C6OJ7SvXVccc-hnuod__OXE4PfiSFH6rwJHzYZNlYKfoc3v98o2rDC19IYUMqiVC4KAKqhg5IfAgQc/s400/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590750.post-2134776446378845741</id><published>2008-05-16T23:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T05:04:51.290+10:00</updated><title type='text'>16th.</title><content type='html'>This is the first of the 16ths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day is almost over. And I think I have done pretty well today.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/feeds/2134776446378845741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/12590750/2134776446378845741?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/2134776446378845741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/2134776446378845741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/2008/05/16th.html' title='16th.'/><author><name>jey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10258965010208100677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYGYZ2rxC2kqK8DbS223ldCcjArcpPpHB4rf0ct-mu3yRelYC0C6OJ7SvXVccc-hnuod__OXE4PfiSFH6rwJHzYZNlYKfoc3v98o2rDC19IYUMqiVC4KAKqhg5IfAgQc/s400/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590750.post-4767230871719373488</id><published>2008-05-12T04:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T03:07:27.029+10:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;Comfortably Numb&quot;</title><content type='html'>This song just knows how I am doing. Donno how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I knew it is over. And lo, there&#39;s Gilmour with his famous words on tv. How the hell?!?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/feeds/4767230871719373488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/12590750/4767230871719373488?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/4767230871719373488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/4767230871719373488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/2008/05/comfortably-numb.html' title='&quot;Comfortably Numb&quot;'/><author><name>jey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10258965010208100677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYGYZ2rxC2kqK8DbS223ldCcjArcpPpHB4rf0ct-mu3yRelYC0C6OJ7SvXVccc-hnuod__OXE4PfiSFH6rwJHzYZNlYKfoc3v98o2rDC19IYUMqiVC4KAKqhg5IfAgQc/s400/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590750.post-421091787295588867</id><published>2008-05-07T23:04:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T23:14:45.404+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is when things end that you remember the beginnings. You start to remember the not-so-insignificant places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then do you ever forget?!?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/feeds/421091787295588867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/12590750/421091787295588867?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/421091787295588867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/421091787295588867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-is-when-things-end-that-you-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>jey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10258965010208100677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYGYZ2rxC2kqK8DbS223ldCcjArcpPpHB4rf0ct-mu3yRelYC0C6OJ7SvXVccc-hnuod__OXE4PfiSFH6rwJHzYZNlYKfoc3v98o2rDC19IYUMqiVC4KAKqhg5IfAgQc/s400/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590750.post-6348625089332625533</id><published>2008-05-07T22:46:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:55:47.060+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Collide.</title><content type='html'>I wonder if something that was one together splits and then one day, collides. What happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Newton&#39;s Third Law of Motion comes into my mind. What would the reaction be due to that action of collision?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, the collision just never happens. For a reason.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/feeds/6348625089332625533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/12590750/6348625089332625533?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/6348625089332625533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/6348625089332625533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/2008/05/collide.html' title='Collide.'/><author><name>jey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10258965010208100677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYGYZ2rxC2kqK8DbS223ldCcjArcpPpHB4rf0ct-mu3yRelYC0C6OJ7SvXVccc-hnuod__OXE4PfiSFH6rwJHzYZNlYKfoc3v98o2rDC19IYUMqiVC4KAKqhg5IfAgQc/s400/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590750.post-2287772189547517804</id><published>2008-05-05T21:13:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:17:31.171+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting.</title><content type='html'>You know the word &quot;wait&quot; or &quot;waiting&quot; is a funny word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s sad when you are waiting for someone. On the other hand, you feel happy when someone is out there waiting for you.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/feeds/2287772189547517804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/12590750/2287772189547517804?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/2287772189547517804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/2287772189547517804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/2008/05/waiting.html' title='Waiting.'/><author><name>jey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10258965010208100677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYGYZ2rxC2kqK8DbS223ldCcjArcpPpHB4rf0ct-mu3yRelYC0C6OJ7SvXVccc-hnuod__OXE4PfiSFH6rwJHzYZNlYKfoc3v98o2rDC19IYUMqiVC4KAKqhg5IfAgQc/s400/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590750.post-2336950633302745969</id><published>2008-05-03T04:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T05:08:15.001+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess what I wrote in my last post is gonna stand. It is just that I guess I have to move on.&lt;br /&gt;Cannot believe it has reached this point. Hmmm.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/feeds/2336950633302745969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/12590750/2336950633302745969?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/2336950633302745969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/2336950633302745969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-guess-what-i-wrote-in-my-last-post-is_03.html' title=''/><author><name>jey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10258965010208100677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYGYZ2rxC2kqK8DbS223ldCcjArcpPpHB4rf0ct-mu3yRelYC0C6OJ7SvXVccc-hnuod__OXE4PfiSFH6rwJHzYZNlYKfoc3v98o2rDC19IYUMqiVC4KAKqhg5IfAgQc/s400/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590750.post-7228404192395522211</id><published>2008-04-11T19:59:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T20:01:07.862+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think I&#39;ll never get to finish &#39;A Walk To Remember&#39; or go to Bali. Sounds weird, I know. I donno if I will.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/feeds/7228404192395522211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/12590750/7228404192395522211?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/7228404192395522211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/7228404192395522211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/2008/04/sometimes-i-think-ill-never-get-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10258965010208100677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYGYZ2rxC2kqK8DbS223ldCcjArcpPpHB4rf0ct-mu3yRelYC0C6OJ7SvXVccc-hnuod__OXE4PfiSFH6rwJHzYZNlYKfoc3v98o2rDC19IYUMqiVC4KAKqhg5IfAgQc/s400/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590750.post-5363451214326987585</id><published>2008-04-11T19:56:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T20:02:21.731+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Additions to dd/mm/yy</title><content type='html'>2008:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;-Feb 16&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;-Mar 3&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;-Mar 17-18&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;-Apr 1</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/feeds/5363451214326987585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/12590750/5363451214326987585?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/5363451214326987585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/5363451214326987585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/2008/04/additions-to-ddmmyy.html' title='Additions to dd/mm/yy'/><author><name>jey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10258965010208100677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYGYZ2rxC2kqK8DbS223ldCcjArcpPpHB4rf0ct-mu3yRelYC0C6OJ7SvXVccc-hnuod__OXE4PfiSFH6rwJHzYZNlYKfoc3v98o2rDC19IYUMqiVC4KAKqhg5IfAgQc/s400/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590750.post-3280142292450596894</id><published>2008-04-11T19:37:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T19:42:03.476+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Falling.</title><content type='html'>I don&#39;t know. I feel like I am falling again. I should be used to it by now, I guess but then it still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just thinking. How is that if something is meant to happen can happen when you end up doing something that might not make that happen. Unless it is not meant to happen then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free Falling.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/feeds/3280142292450596894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/12590750/3280142292450596894?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/3280142292450596894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/3280142292450596894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/2008/04/free-falling.html' title='Free Falling.'/><author><name>jey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10258965010208100677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYGYZ2rxC2kqK8DbS223ldCcjArcpPpHB4rf0ct-mu3yRelYC0C6OJ7SvXVccc-hnuod__OXE4PfiSFH6rwJHzYZNlYKfoc3v98o2rDC19IYUMqiVC4KAKqhg5IfAgQc/s400/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590750.post-908448750901708168</id><published>2008-03-28T21:52:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T21:55:36.250+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, after that &quot;conversation&quot;, I am back to normal. B knows why.&lt;br /&gt;Always does.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/feeds/908448750901708168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/12590750/908448750901708168?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/908448750901708168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/908448750901708168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/2008/03/well-after-that-conversation-i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>jey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10258965010208100677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYGYZ2rxC2kqK8DbS223ldCcjArcpPpHB4rf0ct-mu3yRelYC0C6OJ7SvXVccc-hnuod__OXE4PfiSFH6rwJHzYZNlYKfoc3v98o2rDC19IYUMqiVC4KAKqhg5IfAgQc/s400/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590750.post-282095310096993240</id><published>2008-03-26T21:17:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T21:29:31.871+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Again, am back here after I&#39;ve been dealt with a few curve balls. My life has turned out for the better though.  But then today I feel am back to those days. It pains. Hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I know for sure am not alone but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atleast, I know what I feel for. Don&#39;t know if I should.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/feeds/282095310096993240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/12590750/282095310096993240?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/282095310096993240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/282095310096993240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/2008/03/again-am-back-here-after-ive-been-dealt.html' title=''/><author><name>jey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10258965010208100677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYGYZ2rxC2kqK8DbS223ldCcjArcpPpHB4rf0ct-mu3yRelYC0C6OJ7SvXVccc-hnuod__OXE4PfiSFH6rwJHzYZNlYKfoc3v98o2rDC19IYUMqiVC4KAKqhg5IfAgQc/s400/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590750.post-848612935390442629</id><published>2008-02-17T23:34:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T23:40:26.225+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bombay Theme Unplugged</title><content type='html'>I just bumped into this version of one of the most famous themes - the Bombay theme, in this &lt;a href=&quot;http://backgroundscore.blogspot.com/2007/12/bombay-theme-unplugged.html&quot;&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. It is so surreal, with its haunting yet soothing notes... the music just envelopes you. I need not say more. Just listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src=&quot;http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=P3ba623637527aff934f3d002bde67eadYl95RlREY2dw&amp;amp;buffer=5&amp;amp;fc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;pc=CCFF33&amp;amp;kc=FFCC33&amp;amp;bc=FFFFFF&amp;amp;brand=1&amp;amp;player=ap21&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;20&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; width=&quot;246&quot;&gt; &lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Intro by Srinivasamoorthy, The Orchestra Conductor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;355&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/zvQbZNT8eeU&amp;amp;rel=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/zvQbZNT8eeU&amp;amp;rel=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; height=&quot;355&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/feeds/848612935390442629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/12590750/848612935390442629?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/848612935390442629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/848612935390442629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/2008/02/bombay-theme-unplugged.html' title='The Bombay Theme Unplugged'/><author><name>jey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10258965010208100677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYGYZ2rxC2kqK8DbS223ldCcjArcpPpHB4rf0ct-mu3yRelYC0C6OJ7SvXVccc-hnuod__OXE4PfiSFH6rwJHzYZNlYKfoc3v98o2rDC19IYUMqiVC4KAKqhg5IfAgQc/s400/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590750.post-6625393787181337528</id><published>2008-02-17T00:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T23:33:57.417+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope.... Again.</title><content type='html'>I was just having this talk with my friend today. It was about hope. She didn&#39;t want to have one. To move on, it is better not to have one. Then, I went into this thought process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are humans. It is one of our innate nature to hope. An optimist hopes that something good is always around the corner. A pessimist, on the other hand, hopes that something bad happens or well, he believes that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will hope no matter what. When a person walks out on us, we hope either the person will come back or there is someone better out there for us then. We hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the moment you stop hoping, you stop living.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/feeds/6625393787181337528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/12590750/6625393787181337528?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/6625393787181337528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12590750/posts/default/6625393787181337528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myshawshank.blogspot.com/2008/02/hope-again.html' title='Hope.... Again.'/><author><name>jey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10258965010208100677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjYGYZ2rxC2kqK8DbS223ldCcjArcpPpHB4rf0ct-mu3yRelYC0C6OJ7SvXVccc-hnuod__OXE4PfiSFH6rwJHzYZNlYKfoc3v98o2rDC19IYUMqiVC4KAKqhg5IfAgQc/s400/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>