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Actually, you never run out of opportunities! There is always an opportunity waiting for you around the corner of your street. The unfortunate part may be, you may have to do some thing which you never thought you will have to do some day .... My advice is just get over this feeling and you will be in much better position to face your life.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~4/TiaRu_5DDXE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-08T21:58:31.044+05:30</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://subhodeepghosh.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-and-opportunities.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Link of this world</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~3/HKDQgmRSb60/link.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Webmaster)</author><pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2009 08:14:14 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076278078579575809.post-597943412484916200</guid><description>Some one just told me.. every thing in this world is linked....For things that I lost, there must be some thing else waiting for me.... &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~4/HKDQgmRSb60" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-08T21:44:14.469+05:30</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://subhodeepghosh.blogspot.com/2008/12/link.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>5th day of 5Days of life- Part 1</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~3/39qynqXMD84/5th-day-of-5days-of-life-part-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Webmaster)</author><pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2008 12:23:19 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076278078579575809.post-7381505969207859811</guid><description>So it is the last day of 5Days life.Have you ever thought of feeling your bed? I know no one does that unless you know for sure you wont sleep on that bed again. Trust me its nice, try it? just dont get erotic. It reminded me of all the other things I did on it :-) your guess.I went strait to the kitchen, I usually dont do that. I brush my teeth first. When I came here we had 3 fridges, the&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~4/39qynqXMD84" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-10T00:53:19.861+05:30</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://subhodeepghosh.blogspot.com/2008/08/5th-day-of-5days-of-life-part-one.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>3rd day of 5Days of life</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~3/PjrjQllyCyk/3rd-day-of-5days-of-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Webmaster)</author><pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 12:47:58 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076278078579575809.post-8850655957503118410</guid><description>Its day 3rd of the 5Days life and I could not find a reason to get up from the bed. Some times your are left with a half open eyes and your mind, rolling. All of a sudden you wake up and you are so damn happy that it was a dream but this was not so.It is no longer a secret that I like dreaming but more of the practical kind. What does it even mean? I leave it to you. I see my self as a person who&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~4/PjrjQllyCyk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-07T01:17:58.864+05:30</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://subhodeepghosh.blogspot.com/2008/05/3rd-day-of-5days-of-life.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>4th day of 5Days of life</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~3/uttd4JysT7o/4th-day-of-5days-of-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Webmaster)</author><pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 12:29:19 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076278078579575809.post-3719666026956276156</guid><description>I am on 4th day of 5Days of life and life cant get more surprising than this, lost every thing still have so many things to give away!! ain't joking. You will some time love the way life turns around you, When you want some thing it never happens and then when you think its time to move on and ... and its right there, before you, happening .. all ... all of the thing that you wanted. 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Every year comes to an end, every day comes to an end and so every means comes to an end. Perhaps every dream would comes to an end?I have nothing more to say today, but do not worry I have some thing to entertain you. Here are some pictures of Edinburgh at dawn. Hope you enjoy my pictures!Subho Deep Ghosh&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~4/tGzQbRsbecw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-07T00:59:00.519+05:30</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PMmYDna9bB8/SJUHC5H8YKI/AAAAAAAAAV4/0hJ91L2kCBs/s72-c/_MG_3555copy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://subhodeepghosh.blogspot.com/2008/08/5days-of-life.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>What makes a real man?</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~3/GTbcyd8rK-I/what-makes-real-man.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Webmaster)</author><pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 07:40:51 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076278078579575809.post-999941829467778465</guid><description>Its not every day that I am in this mood. This mood makes me realize what this life has given me and what I am giving back in return. This mood doesn't let my words get influenced by my parents, sisters and friends. This mood makes me speak truth.Every true man, once in his life time should have wondered what composes a real man and I consider this as my beginning.I have thought in every&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~4/GTbcyd8rK-I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-10T20:10:51.083+05:30</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://subhodeepghosh.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-makes-real-man.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Title song</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~3/555uvC2ww6U/title-song.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Webmaster)</author><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 03:03:57 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076278078579575809.post-6297494829539684152</guid><description>This is the title song of this blog. Subho Deep Ghosh&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~4/555uvC2ww6U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-23T15:33:57.584+05:30</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://subhodeepghosh.blogspot.com/2008/07/title-song.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Trip to Lower Granton Road</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~3/-bAlex-UTKc/trip-to-lower-granton-road.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Webmaster)</author><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 00:38:13 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076278078579575809.post-2487064538677619176</guid><description>Finally I got some time to publish some of my pictures. These where taken on 16th July,2008.View Larger MapPhotography by Robot. Sandhia Prabhakaran (MSc in Robotics) Subho Deep Ghosh&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~4/-bAlex-UTKc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-23T13:08:13.019+05:30</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PMmYDna9bB8/SIbcijfDTtI/AAAAAAAAAVY/n7LmqT0Kyo8/s72-c/_MG_3081.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://subhodeepghosh.blogspot.com/2008/07/trip-to-lower-granton-road.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>What I hate about a day!</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~3/L36DZoz3bZ8/when-one-thing-changes-every-thing-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Webmaster)</author><pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 07:43:48 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076278078579575809.post-1700758587013603853</guid><description>When one thing changes every thing and brings shadow on every thing else you have done so far... believe me its really hard to  embrace.Right now, the best thing about a day, at the end of today is that. Tomorrow, its starts all over again ....  joking! That's what I hate.If this is it, then what have I been doing so long (since 30th May)? Well, why bring trouble on those who repeatedly refused&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~4/L36DZoz3bZ8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-10T20:13:48.636+05:30</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://subhodeepghosh.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-one-thing-changes-every-thing-and.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Guest Book</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~3/BzUgEBD4jS4/guest-book.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Webmaster)</author><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jul 2008 02:52:04 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076278078579575809.post-5261095127423780734</guid><description>Guest BookYou like my blog? You have comments? This page is yours!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~4/BzUgEBD4jS4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-14T15:22:04.178+05:30</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://subhodeepghosh.blogspot.com/2008/07/guest-book.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>My Short Stories</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~3/5y4i8PK4qUU/my-short-stories.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Webmaster)</author><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2008 11:34:57 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076278078579575809.post-3811877571403224346</guid><description>My Short StoriesThis is going to be the place where I am going put links to all short stories that I publish in my blog. The content of these stories are written by me and original. Please do not copy this.Please read my Terms of Service.If you have anything to say here is my Guest Book.Story Name&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~4/5y4i8PK4qUU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-16T00:04:57.379+05:30</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://subhodeepghosh.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-short-stories.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>blistering barnacle</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~3/mPug-j4SMJk/blistering-barnacle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Webmaster)</author><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2008 11:34:07 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076278078579575809.post-5538564193806422071</guid><description>Part 1A few seconds is all it took me to activate and push the button.Then came the voice of Second commander "Stand by" and the countdown began "5 .. 4 .. 3 .. 2 .. 1"Millions of dots on the screen which until now was immobile and represented individual stars, all of a sudden became ray of light.Flash back:We are at the middle of inter planet war.  Three of our  mother battle ship has been&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~4/mPug-j4SMJk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-16T00:04:07.994+05:30</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://subhodeepghosh.blogspot.com/2008/07/blistering-barnacle.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Requiem of my dream</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~3/BgBiHCBMlIg/requiem-of-my-dream.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Webmaster)</author><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2008 15:36:51 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076278078579575809.post-2735920956949518375</guid><description>Requiem of my dreamChapter one: The sleepI almost jumped off my bed when I heard that loud voice. Its none other than my mother! She was inquiring if there is any thing that she could do so that I begin packing my things. I am going to Uk in 3 days. Being in a boarding school all my life, I was under the impression that I am a master when it comes to packing luggage and leave. 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It is available in abundant and it is multitasking - rest while you eat.isn't it amazing discovery?Subho Deep Ghosh&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~4/lYco4LWDvaM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-03T03:57:23.100+05:30</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PMmYDna9bB8/SGwABQVRKrI/AAAAAAAAAUE/TGCBKHxohwk/s72-c/_MG_2469.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://subhodeepghosh.blogspot.com/2008/07/food-shortage-part-2.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>A girl who thinks she is a Tomboy</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~3/WL7U9YSw-xU/girl-who-thinks-she-is-tomboy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Webmaster)</author><pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 08:05:03 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076278078579575809.post-5411377551510272761</guid><description>A girl, who thinks she is a Tomboy !I was not on the list, I was not even invited but I ended up being there.It's 7 pm, I have both of my suitcase opened on the floor and searching for the right dress to wear. It's my first Diwali night at UK and we are going to spend the time in a homely Indian party. I was tipped off by my friend that there would be Indian girls. What could be a better chance&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~4/WL7U9YSw-xU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-10T20:35:03.506+05:30</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://subhodeepghosh.blogspot.com/2008/06/girl-who-thinks-she-is-tomboy.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Food Shortage?</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~3/wrmNF-Ri6yQ/food-shortage.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Webmaster)</author><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2008 11:01:34 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076278078579575809.post-3084211058152610875</guid><description>Who said world is at the blink of food shortage? ask me and I will tell you how to over come it...Due to sudden change in Sun's and Moon's position I am little moved by the fact that man kind could experience food shortage as early as 2020. 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Although we have already spoken but never had the opportunity to meet.Once in the flight I realised I got a middle seat. Flight was full and we were late so had to quickly squeeze into my seat and settle down.First few hours I spent fiddling with the various buttons attached to the seat. In&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~4/LsAD7Ay2tXI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-29T23:30:54.656+05:30</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://subhodeepghosh.blogspot.com/2008/06/arrival.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>A night to remember (continued)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~3/SEqifj2Ib5s/night-to-remember-continued.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Webmaster)</author><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 02:03:32 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076278078579575809.post-7645032932243957093</guid><description>Continued from last post. Click here to read the last postIts 9.24 am and ... how about starting this day by seeing some beautiful ladies in their most wanted dress by man kind?Here they come:For the first time in a long time I really wanted to walk. Tiredness, Sleep and Cold weather dint bother me much....Thanks for reading this.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~4/SEqifj2Ib5s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-23T14:33:32.773+05:30</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PMmYDna9bB8/SF9k-yNa0pI/AAAAAAAAASw/1TlkpKXUexU/s72-c/_MG_2199.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://subhodeepghosh.blogspot.com/2008/06/night-to-remember-continued.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>A night to remember</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~3/89q927ADFAs/night-to-remember.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Webmaster)</author><pubDate>Fri, 27 Jun 2008 00:57:06 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076278078579575809.post-6186365699766834909</guid><description>11. 30 pm June 14th, 2008:30 minutes to go before a new day begins. I usually, begin my day sleeping. Nothing unusual for a person like me who hates to stay awake at night and would do any thing to sleep, even if that means sleeping an hour early.11.40 pm:I scrapped up my work and called it a successful day as I can go to bed now. Hot summer night made my room hot so I stretched my left hand to&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~4/89q927ADFAs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-27T13:27:06.950+05:30</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://subhodeepghosh.blogspot.com/2008/06/night-to-remember.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>The Departure</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~3/sj5Xv9J7Se8/departure.html</link><category>Life in Edinburgh</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Webmaster)</author><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2008 10:54:41 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076278078579575809.post-7451305719134950069</guid><description>Life in EdinburghChapter two - The DepartureTwenty fours hours to go. I thought well, for once let me begin packing early. I have already bought the suitcase, most of the things that I am going to carry are already dumped on a separate bed. Every one in my family does this. If we are to go on a long trip, few days before the departure we start dumping all the essential things that we would like&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~4/sj5Xv9J7Se8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-29T23:24:41.787+05:30</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://subhodeepghosh.blogspot.com/2008/06/departure.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>THE MOMENT IT CLICKS</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~3/yY_kJUrynY8/moment-it-clicks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Webmaster)</author><pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 15:04:01 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076278078579575809.post-2314074192073246068</guid><description>THE MOMENT IT ...                                                        By SD Ghosh                                                                Book Preview            My first self published portfolio book. To order your copy click here http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/262738Thank you for viewing my portfolio book.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~4/yY_kJUrynY8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-08T03:34:01.926+05:30</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://subhodeepghosh.blogspot.com/2008/06/moment-it-clicks.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Life in Edinburgh</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~3/T8LuJk6HYnU/life-at-edinburgh.html</link><category>Life in Edinburgh</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Webmaster)</author><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2008 11:00:04 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076278078579575809.post-8423455115500106015</guid><description>Life in EdinburghChapter one: The sleepI almost jumped off my bed when I heard that loud voice. Its none other than my mother! She was inquiring if there is any thing that she could do so that I begin packing my things. I am going to Uk in 3 days. Being in a boarding school all my life, I was under the impression that I am a master when it comes to packing luggage and leave. Well, thats not a&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~4/T8LuJk6HYnU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-29T23:30:04.396+05:30</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://subhodeepghosh.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-at-edinburgh.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Trip to South Queens ferry</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~3/eNXHV3WcKNw/finally-i-got-time-to-write-about-our.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Webmaster)</author><pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2008 06:32:23 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076278078579575809.post-8959151414087644546</guid><description>Finally I got time to write about our trip to Queens ferry on 21st May,2008. I had to call Sandhya 3 times that morning to wake her up at 10.30 am. She answered the call with such a upset voice that made me think probably I woke her up half way through her sleep. We quickly cancelled our previously planned trip and decided to visit this place. Expected time for departure was set to 1pm.  Sayak&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~4/eNXHV3WcKNw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-29T19:02:23.012+05:30</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PMmYDna9bB8/SD6oLhQQfrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/1ky6wderz7E/s72-c/_MG_1846.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://subhodeepghosh.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally-i-got-time-to-write-about-our.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Subho Deep Ghosh</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~3/tiILtJP_u-k/subho-deep-ghosh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Webmaster)</author><pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2008 17:30:06 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4076278078579575809.post-9122793711565171645</guid><description>My nick names are Subho / Deep / Impact / Ghoshta, and I am an engineer, photographer, artist, mime actor, athlete, musician, writer and all the other things people say they do when they don't really have to stay too late in the night. I am energetic, adventurous and spontaneous. Lively, passionate, and sharp wit. Outgoing. Lose interest quickly - easily bored. Egotistical. Courageous and&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/subhodeepghosh/~4/tiILtJP_u-k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-28T06:00:06.690+05:30</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PMmYDna9bB8/SDymnRQQfkI/AAAAAAAAANo/mI4UwXA_oGQ/s72-c/ATgAAADVQuFEk1nI9ovjc8TMX-3tsifzRHA2SYXLn9LyGWMb5de24fMbOvVKA-xPYk8GA4drLobfTiJnrhD1ITK7k84mAJtU9VDt_HjgyOlOmmP0P8GyDzYCKTLkeA.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://subhodeepghosh.blogspot.com/2008/05/subho-deep-ghosh.html</feedburner:origLink></item><media:rating>nonadult</media:rating></channel></rss>

