<?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: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-4581977975397143244</id><updated>2012-02-20T06:03:09.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its MY roller coaster life!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwannaknowmore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581977975397143244/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwannaknowmore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Complicated Maniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03799539499862351553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WhyMCr4WJ0U/Tc-sjvDs5OI/AAAAAAAAANA/ST-BuFiPObg/s220/namz.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581977975397143244.post-5403535564466713287</id><published>2009-11-16T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:17:05.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons learnt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok ppl, its my 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday today. Those who wished me, thank you, and all those shameless ppl who haven’t, well atleast read this post!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;20 years seems like a really really short time span, and at the same time, it feels as if i’v seen a lot. Even though im toking like a 90 yr old grandma, the reason im writing this blog, is bcz clearly i don’t intend to live THAT long.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At every step, you learn from your mistakes and experiences. So here are some of the incidents from my life, which made me who i am and taught me the basic A B C of living life.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Age: 5&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was in 1rst when i lost my first book, just 3 days before my exams. I suffered a lot and my mother had to do write down the entire book for me, again. Well i somehow managed to pass and vowed to take care of my belongings.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lesson learnt:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Learnt the meaning of responsibility, even before i could spell it.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Age: 8&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As a li’l kid i was very naughty, always wanted to play with my friends. One day, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Aastha called me up. “hey, lets go down n play” she said. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“My mother didn’t allow me to. “ i said...”But don’t worry, i won’t tell her. We’ll be back even before she finds out.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“No you wont. N i don’t think it is a good thing to lie to your parents. We’ll wait till she gives you permission.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok she is just a year elder than me and always acts as if she’s my mother. But again, she had a point. Well, within an hour when i finished my homework, i was permitted to play for more than 3hrs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lesson learnt:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When you are in good company, you can’t do anything wrong.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Age: 12&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On 26&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Jan 2001, my family along with 7 others were enjoying their weekend at Bhuj, the epicentre of the Gujarat earthquake. And suddenly the whole world around us started to shake. Luckily none of us were hurt. Residential buildings were torn into two, banks were devastated and roads were cracked. But the most disturbing sight was when i saw a primary school, with children’s bodies trapped in between the debris. We tried our best, but couldn’t save any one. Surprisingly, there was a temple right next to the school, still standing. I still can’t forget the smile on the idol’s face, as it faced the school, which was reduced to rubble. Call it my lack of maturity because i felt that God was being unfair when he took away the lives of such innocent children. I couldn’t understand as to why i was given a second chance of living life when those little bodies trapped in ruins were not. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lesson learnt:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I understood the meaning of natural calamities and that small part of me that sincerely believed in God, died.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Age: 14&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first time i slapped any of my friends. N believe me, i slapped her hard. All she had done was made fun of Daniel Radcliffe. Yeah yeah, i was a harry potter fan once upon a time...a big 1. Well i tried apologizing many times, but i just didn’t get the right words. Things between us never improved and i couldn’t help feeling like a total dork. Back then, it was too much for my ego, or maybe i just didn’t have the right attitude, or i was too scared of accepting my mistakes. Not only did i lose a good friend, but also my interest in Harry potter.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lesson learnt:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The three golden words: sorry, thanks and please, never killed anyone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Age: 15&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first time i lost a badminton match. I ran out of the court, after abusing my opponent. Instead of consoling me, my dad scolded me for being a spoil sport. He told me that i didn’t deserve to play any game, even hide and seek, if i didn’t know how to handle defeats. Life is full of ups and downs, and the only thing you can do, is to give your best shot every time. In the end it doesn’t matter who wins or loses, whats more important is that you enjoy its every part. So the next day i went up to my opponent and congratulated him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lesson learnt: It’s the journey that matters and not the destination.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Age: 18&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok, this is by far the biggest mistake of my life. I was in 12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade and it was the first time i bunked school. Worse, it was the first time i was caught. My parents were very upset because they were worried and thought that i was kidnapped on the way to school. I was grounded for a year, and my family didn’t talk to me for 3 months. I still don’t know how i cleared my board exams.( i scored a 86.4%)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lesson learnt: Well since that day, i have never disobeyed my parents. I realized the importance and value of home and family when i moved away from them, to my college.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Age: 19&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first time i cried in college. My second year in college, one of the best birthday’s i have ever had. I met the 3 most learned people, when i became a part of IC- two of my team mates and my mentor. My gang of friends was always there with me and pulled me out of all my troubles. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Had a fairly smooth and at times rough life, and learnt the meaning of true friendship, the hard way.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One day i came across a question: “wt is that one decision of your life that you would like to change?” Even though i have made more than a 1000 mistakes in my life that i would like to undo, the correct answer is none. Because if it weren’t for them, i would have not learnt my lessons. Each one of us learns something at every step. As it is rightly said, life is the only teacher that teaches you the moral first and then the entire lesson.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So as my 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday begins, and i move out of my teenage, im looking forward to a great year ahead. Its a new year of my life, with new priorities, a new attitude and new goals to look forward to. I’m hoping to become a new and better person, and HOPEFULLY this year i will vote. &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581977975397143244-5403535564466713287?l=uwannaknowmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwannaknowmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5403535564466713287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581977975397143244&amp;postID=5403535564466713287' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581977975397143244/posts/default/5403535564466713287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581977975397143244/posts/default/5403535564466713287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwannaknowmore.blogspot.com/2009/11/lessons-learnt.html' title='Lessons learnt...'/><author><name>Complicated Maniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03799539499862351553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WhyMCr4WJ0U/Tc-sjvDs5OI/AAAAAAAAANA/ST-BuFiPObg/s220/namz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581977975397143244.post-4089452504754895108</id><published>2009-05-23T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T10:42:10.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a new post!!! (finally)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So lets tok abt sumthing serious now...well sumthing thats imp 4 all of us.smthing all of us look 4ward 2 n go thru a lot of pain during the process. But surprisingly 4 me, its still a mystery- my ambition.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lets start. From wt i can remember, i wanted to become a doctor (u knw wen v r small li’l kids playing wid plastic stethoscopes and blunt injections.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well this dream of mine, went poof wen i was in 3rd std. Apparently chicken pox was on roll during those times&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;n my over protective ma wanted both of us to be vaccinated. So there was a trip to our family docs clinic and after a lot of toks, he started preparing 4 the ‘moment’. My sis went first n it was a piece of cake 4 her. She didn’t even say ‘ouch’...she behaved as if nothing happened. I couldnt believe my eyes n by the time my turn came, i had already asked her a million times whether it was painful...no,it was gr8!-was her ans. Her overconfident answer took away all my fear.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But wen i saw the look on d docs face wen he was coming towards me with the huge sharp syringe, fear rushed thru my veins again. N i must admit, that was the scariest day of my life!So like lil kids do, i started screaming n embarrassed every1 around, including the nurse who was standing near the gate. But tht was not it,i started jumping around the entire room. After a whole 10 mins struggle i was successfully caught by the efforts of my dad, the doc n 2 extra nurses-by now all of them were badly bruised. I literally had to be nailed down and then the doc inserted the injection rite into my arm (while i was still crying and screaming). My family still makes fun of me till today. My sis says that they will put me under anaesthesia, using a sharper syringe. N that day i swore to myself tht i wud never like to hurt nebody so brutally as docs do. Astonishingly, the very next week my sis got diagnosed with chicken pox. So tht changed my mind. I still feel tht all docs n all their vaccines r fraud n they r heartless, brutal ppl with no feeling of sympathy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For the next few years of my life i cudnt decide wt wud&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;i do wid my life. Wen i asked my parents tht they simply said..."dont think abt it rite now.all u have to do now is concentrate on your studies."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;i made a list of all the professions possible.heres how it looked like wen i was 7:&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Doctor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Actor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teacher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Singer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mechanic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carpenter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Model&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Traffic policewoman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Housewife&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Barber&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;News reader&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scientist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Astronaut&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fortunately the list fell into my ma’s hand and she made it much simpler for me. The list now looked like this:&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Doctor&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lawyer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Actor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teacher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Singer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Mechanic&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Carpenter&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Model&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Traffic policewoman&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Housewife&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Barber&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;News reader&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scientist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Astronaut&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I tried 2 persuade my ma to let “singer” be on the list but she didn’t wanna offend me so she simply said its very tough for singers to earn a living. N that shut me up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;During the end of 9&lt;sup&gt;th &lt;/sup&gt;std, i desperately had to think of an ambition to fill in the year books (or slam books if u didnt knw) .that was the only line tht was left blank apart frm the very famous “love to me means: "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;N after so many years, i had finally discovered many other options and discarded many off the list. My list now resembled ishaan awasthi's answer sheet frm taare zameen par..blank&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I then sat down to analyse the list n divided it into 4 parts:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Iv heard of it ,wt does tht even mean?, plz let others live! and wt the hell was i thinking?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Iv heard of it:&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Choreographer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Professional badminton player&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;RJ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Journalist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travel agent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wt does tht even mean?&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;IAS/IPS/IRS officer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chauffer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Psycho analyst&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Psychiatrist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physio therapist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Animator/ graphic designer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Plz Let others live!&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Singer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doctor/nurse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Social worker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wt the hell was i thinking?&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Housewife (frm where did i even come up with this?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Writer/lyricist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teacher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fashion designer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Model&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Artist (y didn’t ne1 slap me 4 this?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well after 10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, i didn’t have many options but since my parents believe tht only duffers get into commerce, i had to opt for science. After my 12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, i ruined my life completely. My interests were in the most logical part of science- computers. Nano technology, coding, but most importantly electronic gadgets. But unfortunately no profession offers such a weird combination of interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went thru my list, which was as short as K2 is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Engineering&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Law&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Journalism&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well since i had slogged for science my entire life, the only option left was engineering. That too ONLY in computers. Comp science-thts all i had ever wanted.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the day of counselling, i had an option for both comp n IT ...n jus then i don’t knw wt happened, lightning struck n my dad ticked the IT option. Jus bcz my dads best frnd daughter was in MBA tech IT 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; yr, i was forced to get admitted in a college in a shitty place-shitpur,er... i mean shirpur.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Moral of the story: at the end of the day im not happy with wt im doing, bcz its totally different frm wt i always wanted. Learning subjects and doing assignments is now jus mechanical and i don’t do it out of ne sorta interest but just to score well in exams.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was planning to do journalism after this course and was even planning for giving the CAT exams but after coming to college, i don’t even want to study more.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My friend once asked me, wt my ambition was.&lt;br /&gt;n i said i don’t hv an ambition.&lt;br /&gt;he looked at me as i was some smelly piece of dung n said “how can u not have an ambition?thts the only thing which drives your entire career,your life”&lt;br /&gt;I replied “i wanna be successful”...&lt;br /&gt;”n how wud tht b?”...he asked.&lt;br /&gt;”i don’t knw”...i said and he walked away in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well thr r many things ur gud at, many things u can manage very easily&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;but its not always that u enjoy doing it.n 4 me my ambition is the 1 thing i simply love doing without any sort of motivation or advice from others.the sad part is, i still haven’t found tht 1 thing. N truly speaking at 1 pt of time,i did really want to become an RJ, a professional badminton player, a journalist and get into politics (don’t laugh i'm serious) n i even tried my best but to no avail.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Recently, in a mock interview i was asked, “wt is your ambition”...i paused for a minute thinking of all the possible things i cud say to impress the panel of teachers.all sort of answers flew into my mind.but after thinking for a full 5 mins i smiled n said “i jus wanna be happy”...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;N then even tho, i screwed up the interview big time, i was glad that i finally knew wt my ambition actually is-to be happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;p.s. this post contains of 100% fact and no fiction&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;shud i continue wid writing ...or u've had enuff already?leave a comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581977975397143244-4089452504754895108?l=uwannaknowmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwannaknowmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4089452504754895108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581977975397143244&amp;postID=4089452504754895108' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581977975397143244/posts/default/4089452504754895108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581977975397143244/posts/default/4089452504754895108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwannaknowmore.blogspot.com/2009/05/ambitions.html' title='Its a new post!!! (finally)'/><author><name>Complicated Maniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03799539499862351553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WhyMCr4WJ0U/Tc-sjvDs5OI/AAAAAAAAANA/ST-BuFiPObg/s220/namz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581977975397143244.post-2048027919704122217</id><published>2008-08-12T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T06:14:25.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU said it...</title><content type='html'>this is 4 all my shirpur frnds...these r all their patent dialogues n the most common lines i hv evr heard frm them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thot of this blog during my sessional exams n im not sure whether i hv included evry1 or written down their best lines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but newys im sure if u knw these ppl,u'll really hv a gud laugh.so here goes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purvi: “out hai uski”…n the usual wrist movement of hers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;veena: “so jao yar…light bandh karo plz”…almost always in tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rashi: “jaaan pe aati hai”&lt;br /&gt;“kaye ko faltu maatha pichi karna?”….i still don’t knw wt it means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shruti j:”k…k…k…kya?”…the k….k….k….kiran style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k2: “halka sa, zara sa,thoda sa”…evry adjective which is opp 2 wt she is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanaya:”abbey tu ruk saali.dekhti hun tujhe”…bcz I trouble her so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanmayee:”phek doongi”…yeah rite!!she is the most skinny thing on planet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shruti d:”yaar tu abhi coll mein hai?mere liye mess se kuch pack kara k le ayegi?bhook lagi hai”…my roomie aftr all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abbas: “ed ka assignment kiya kya?”&lt;br /&gt;“tere laptop ka configuration kya hai?”…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shray: "hel-lo"...in his usual tone&lt;br /&gt;or "ruk jaa.aaane de kaneeka ko.phir dekh kaise udata hoon teri”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gunjan: “tum,tum तुम(तुम)”….she toks wid a lot of respect….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ut(utsavi):"bas jhaanki marne ke liye keh do logo ko”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“chal chal aage dekh”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaneeka:”hey dost”…”sheh”-tht noise wen u get irritated of something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;himadri:”haan,bas hum tere hi bare mein baat kar rahe the”…wenevr i ask her wts up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayushi:”tu aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa gayi,kahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan thi?”&lt;br /&gt;she loves stretching words….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zenea(xenya -the warrior princess):”hello ppl”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mohini (mosin): “main billi nahi hoon”…a clear lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kirat :”get out…nikal jaa.itna ganda dance maine aaj tak nahi dekha”…thts me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pranay: “hey bheedu ,sab theek?aur dhanda kaisa chal raha hai?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arpit: “she is the bhai…!”…thts me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ronak : “haha hasna tha kya?”…the most sarcastic comment on my evry joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaurav: “bade log…treat kab de rahe hain?abhi tak bday ki treat bachi hai teri”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rohan: “gussa toh tu mat hi ho!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nikhar: “tere saath main satya II banaunga,iska main lead ek auto driver hai jo don ban jaata hai due to circumstances”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freny : ”hiiiiiiiii”…wid a 160 watt smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aditi :”hi handsome”…bcz i always say 2 her: " hi beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shilpa : “hey ladkiyon (girls) kya chal raha hai?achcha mujhe ek baat batao…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pranav :”maine ek nayi shirt design kari hai.us mein…” as he goes on 2 explain his new n brilliant idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naman : “hi…blog padha?” the ultimate blogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aman: “im 2 good.thank u,thank u”&lt;br /&gt;Giving flying kisses n bowing down for an invisible audience&lt;br /&gt;Mr.proudy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uday (Ud) :”tu aaj kal itni serious kyu lagti hai?”…who me?nah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kishori:”bas,tune aise kiya na…khatm….aaj se teri meri dosti khatm…”….hum sab ki usual nautanki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nitesh (7.5) : "atleast yahan par toh sade saath mat bula"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lakshit: "hi...wts up?"...only thru msgs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kartik: "ki fark paenda hai?"...his usual punjabi tone&lt;br /&gt;n finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:”shaadi hai kya?”&lt;br /&gt;”kuch bhi,kuch bhi”&lt;br /&gt;“do thappad padhenge na kheech ke”…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thts all frm the ppl I know….u can actually check out these lines wen u c these ppl next time wid me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: not yr kinda quote?&lt;br /&gt;do leave yr comments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581977975397143244-2048027919704122217?l=uwannaknowmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwannaknowmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2048027919704122217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581977975397143244&amp;postID=2048027919704122217' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581977975397143244/posts/default/2048027919704122217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581977975397143244/posts/default/2048027919704122217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwannaknowmore.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-said-it.html' title='YOU said it...'/><author><name>Complicated Maniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03799539499862351553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WhyMCr4WJ0U/Tc-sjvDs5OI/AAAAAAAAANA/ST-BuFiPObg/s220/namz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581977975397143244.post-2909094817046146033</id><published>2008-06-30T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T11:54:30.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Li'l Devil in Disguise! #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;we were watching TV in my parent's room.Raju Shrivastav was immitating &lt;em&gt;gabbar&lt;/em&gt; on star one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"you laugh at evry joke?u knw,its not funny"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;my sis said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ok-it wasnt v funny but i still managed 2 laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"shut up,its not my fault tht u dont understand it.you dont evn laugh at my jokes"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"yeah rite"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;she said sarcastically &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"the next time u crack a joke,make sure u raise yr hand 2 indicate tht the joke has ended.atleast i'll knw wen 2 laugh then"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;she said n burst out laughing herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;v both hv a gud sense of humour but still v nevr find each other's jokes funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"haha"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i said as i threw a pillow at her.it hit her hard-straight on her face.it mustv hurt...but i dint care.as long as it stopped her frm laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"maa..."&lt;/strong&gt;she screamed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;thts 1 thing abt her-shes a big complain box.evn if an ant bites her, she'll run 2 ma,crying,evn tho d ant eventually dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;READER"S UPDATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;my sis aka saumyata panwar aka molu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;my sis...is a weirdo.she is jus 13 n actually behaves as she is 30.she is much more matured than i am.and as evry1 else says,she is more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;witty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;intelligent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sensible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;than i am.she also has a better personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;but she is not at all emotional,a no-nonsense girl.i dont think she has evr cried.she lyks rock music (weird), shahid kapoor (weirder) n she doesnt laugh at my jokes (weirdest).so u c,v both r v diff frm each other.but i thing is common between us.jus lyk me,she also loves her frnds n 2 hang out wid them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;filhaal&lt;/em&gt; she has this craze of becoming tall.thts y she plays basketball&lt;em&gt;(shes gud at it)&lt;/em&gt; n thts y is v tanned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"stop"&lt;/strong&gt; ..she screamed,as i was surfing thru the channels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;it was MTv n WASSUP? (youngistan) was being aired.VJ Bani J was saying some crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"what has she done 2 her hair?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;it seemed as if she was wearing a red towel on her head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"what!u don tlyk it?its so coooooooooool..."&lt;/strong&gt;she stopped bcz i changed the channel 2 natgeo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bas&lt;/em&gt;-tht was it-d complain box started screaming again&lt;strong&gt;..."maaa.....&lt;em&gt;dekho na didi&lt;/em&gt; is not letting me c TV"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"shut up stupid...here take"..&lt;/strong&gt;n i threw d remote towards her.the remote hit her on the face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"sorry"&lt;/strong&gt; i said as she started 2 scream again.but it was 2 late.ma had already entered d room n had seen me throw d remote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"golu.....wt is wrong wid u?since the time u hv come,all u do is irritate this &lt;em&gt;'poor li'l kid'&lt;/em&gt; .."&lt;/strong&gt;hugging my sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ma...but"&lt;/strong&gt;i tried 2 protest .the &lt;em&gt;'poor li'l kid'&lt;/em&gt; was perfectly fine.cz as soon as my ma had her back towards my sis she smirked n winked at me.i hadnt hit her so hard after all.but now i wanted 2 smash her face wid d same remote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"u r 5 years elder than her.cant u understand?u r not supposed 2 b acting lyk a 10 year old child.stop fighting n irritating each other..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"but i dint..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;my sis was enjoying evry moment of this.she was standing behind my ma.i glared at her wid 1 of my "im gonna kill u" looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;she gave me a meciless smile n&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;..."ouch!dukh raha hai"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; she faked rubbing her forehead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"kahaan lagi?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ma said,looking at her daughter wid loving eyes, completely ignoring this other daughter of her's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ma,she's jus acting.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"jus shut up...i know u mustv started it.when will u grow up n become responsible 4 yr actions?all u do thru out the day is enjoy,go 4 movies,waste yr time...u hv no time 4 yr family.i dont knw wt u'll do in life.i think u r wasting yr time evn at coll.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;so u c,how these lectures can drift from jus a small issue &lt;em&gt;(lyk killing yr sis)&lt;/em&gt; to a serious topic &lt;em&gt;(lyk how ruined yr coll life was)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"u r a big girl now...."&lt;/strong&gt;she continued dramatically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"your sis will follow yr footsteps wen she'll grow up."&lt;/strong&gt; n my sis immitated 1 of ma's tough looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"set up a gud example 4 her by behaving well wid evry1 around,atleast wid yr family..."&lt;/strong&gt; as my sis lip synced..."loser,loser,loser" at me frm behind my ma's back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;finally,wen i cud no longer tolerate it,i gave my sis a helpless,&lt;em&gt;'plz help me'&lt;/em&gt; look.i had 2 do it-i had no other option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;4 a younger sibling,d elder 1 asking 4 help is much more gr8er than winning a crore's lottery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;so thts y my sis looked at me in utter disbelief-n then wid a look of truimph n satisfaction on her face (after she made me promise that i'll do her maths homework 4 her) she said&lt;strong&gt;.."ma its ok."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;n then thankfully&lt;strong&gt;..."this is the last time im warning u.i dont want u 2 disturb her ne more..."&lt;/strong&gt; she finished her hour long speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;if IIFA had 2 award ne1 for the best dialogue writer,director n actor, my ma deserved all d 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;b4 leaving the room,ma said &lt;strong&gt;"decrease the volume of the tv".&lt;/strong&gt;4 my mother,evn a sound as low as a mosquito's buzz can b rated as high as 120 dB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"serves u rite"&lt;/strong&gt; ,y sis said n turned 2 leave the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;later during the day she went online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;it was time 4 revenge i thought as she got up 2 hv a sip of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i blocked all her fav sites-orkut,yahoo,imagechef,google.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;but wen she returned back she easily analyzed tht i had done something wrong.n since she nevr asks 4 my help,she figured out d way 2 unblock the sites using internet explorer help.it is a disgrace 4 a younger sibling 2 evn ask 4 help frm the elder 1.n as i told u-she's 2 smart 4 her age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sorry ppl...due 2 some technical errors..i ended up writing d 1rst part after the 2nd ! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581977975397143244-2909094817046146033?l=uwannaknowmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwannaknowmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2909094817046146033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581977975397143244&amp;postID=2909094817046146033' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581977975397143244/posts/default/2909094817046146033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581977975397143244/posts/default/2909094817046146033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwannaknowmore.blogspot.com/2008/06/lil-devil-in-disguise-2.html' title='A Li&apos;l Devil in Disguise! #1'/><author><name>Complicated Maniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03799539499862351553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WhyMCr4WJ0U/Tc-sjvDs5OI/AAAAAAAAANA/ST-BuFiPObg/s220/namz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581977975397143244.post-133301210542814398</id><published>2008-06-30T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T11:59:31.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Li'l Devil in Disguise! #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"go get my books"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said.&lt;br /&gt;1 thing abt my sis- she orders around as if she was a 60 yr old granny-unable 2 do nething herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes a genius-not a nerd.she scored a 95% in her 8th std final exam.my 12th std board exams result n her result 7th std result were both declared on the same day.i scored jus 86.4%. here i was so shocked tht i had passed n there my sis was sad,evn aftr scoring 92.6%.god knows how little kids can evn tolerate teachers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"shut up.go get them yrself"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said n so she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"clear YOUR things frm d table 1rst"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"huh?"&lt;/strong&gt; i said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"this"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said&lt;br /&gt;as she picked up my 5 pt some1,harry potter n the deathly hallows n 3 mistakes of my life n threw them at my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"you're dead,u idiot"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said&lt;br /&gt;as we ran around the house,me chasing behind her.we snatched at each others hair n the issue ended as a huge pillow fight. n all day long,v jus argue,crib n fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a few days,i'll b back at coll,n i know my sis will b more than happy bcz at last she'll get the room all by herself &lt;em&gt;(i cant stay in the guest room!).&lt;/em&gt;most importantly she'll get the remote all by herself while watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides she wouldnt hv 2 bother abt sum1 spoiling her clothes,ruining her history project &lt;em&gt;(i accidently burnt it...dont ask how)&lt;/em&gt; n no1 2 argue n fight wid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll miss her lyk hell.cz at coll,thr is no1 who can patiently tolerate me thruout the day. back at coll,she doesnt evn tok 2 me 4 weeks nor replies 2 my msgs&lt;em&gt; (yes,she does hv her own cell since 7th std cz she scored a 90% in 1 of her exams)&lt;/em&gt; but stil i love her v much.n i knw tht evn tho she'll nevr accept it&lt;em&gt;(as a younger sibling rule)&lt;/em&gt; she misses me 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen i come back home 4 vacations,i c her room filled wid my pictures n all my msgs stored safely in her cell-folder name DeeDee...191 msgs&lt;em&gt;(yes the dexter lab's wali DeeDee)&lt;/em&gt; she was 10 years old wen she made a photoalbum 4 me,which had various pics since our childhood n gifted it 2 me on my bday.its the best gift i hv evr got frm ne1.she shares all her problems with me even tho i can advise her the most dumbest solutions...n she still trusts me.n thts y i knw she loves me 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly,i hate 2 admit it but she is a gr8 sis,a perfect daughter n thts y she gets evrything she wants &lt;em&gt;(damn!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is a gr8 person at heart.&lt;br /&gt;but she is the only person in my life, i truly love.&lt;br /&gt;without her my life is tasteless,incomplete n impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thts me n my sis...trying 2 pose 4 this blog&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAKE ONE&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvXJVk94oCY/SGn9b29_E_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/mWTwFmx-tb0/s1600-h/30-06-08_1451.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217980298339226610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvXJVk94oCY/SGn9b29_E_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/mWTwFmx-tb0/s320/30-06-08_1451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvXJVk94oCY/SGjYy0TNgfI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gPV-aewVnQA/s1600-h/30-06-08_1451.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oops...blurred pic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; :"stop moving!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;molu&lt;/strong&gt;: "I???I am moving?dodo,the camera is in YOUR hand...U r moving the camera"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;:"shut up...or i'll delete u frm the pic"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;molu&lt;/strong&gt;:"wtevr.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAKE TWO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvXJVk94oCY/SGjYzFF0uiI/AAAAAAAAAJE/kNNS2oWc0yM/s1600-h/30-06-08_1452.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvXJVk94oCY/SGn9dWXS6vI/AAAAAAAAAJc/LCf6w0Fwqg8/s1600-h/30-06-08_1452.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217980323946752754" style="CURSOR: hand" height="149" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvXJVk94oCY/SGn9dWXS6vI/AAAAAAAAAJc/LCf6w0Fwqg8/s320/30-06-08_1452.jpg" width="106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;molu&lt;/strong&gt;:"i look so bad...cant u evn click a pic properly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;:"i cant help it...u look lyk this only.f9 last try..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAKE THREE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvXJVk94oCY/SGjYzNrNXKI/AAAAAAAAAJM/I9M_LZ9MC-U/s1600-h/30-06-08_1453.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvXJVk94oCY/SGn9eay8R5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/2--unMkRbg4/s1600-h/30-06-08_1453.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217980342316320658" style="CURSOR: hand" height="103" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvXJVk94oCY/SGn9eay8R5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/2--unMkRbg4/s320/30-06-08_1453.jpg" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;:"yuck!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;molu&lt;/strong&gt;:"lets accept the fact...v both cant look better than this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:"&lt;/strong&gt;yeah..mayb...who cares?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;molu:"&lt;/strong&gt;wts a blog newys ???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n so i explained abt wt i was gonna do.thankfully, she hasnt read it yet or else she wud hv killed me by now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581977975397143244-133301210542814398?l=uwannaknowmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwannaknowmore.blogspot.com/feeds/133301210542814398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581977975397143244&amp;postID=133301210542814398' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581977975397143244/posts/default/133301210542814398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581977975397143244/posts/default/133301210542814398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uwannaknowmore.blogspot.com/2008/06/lil-devil-in-disguise-1.html' title='A Li&apos;l Devil in Disguise! #2'/><author><name>Complicated Maniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03799539499862351553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WhyMCr4WJ0U/Tc-sjvDs5OI/AAAAAAAAANA/ST-BuFiPObg/s220/namz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvXJVk94oCY/SGn9b29_E_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/mWTwFmx-tb0/s72-c/30-06-08_1451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581977975397143244.post-4610438356710306299</id><published>2008-06-21T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T13:02:15.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Morning @ the call center #2</title><content type='html'>#2&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"umm.....gud morning!",&lt;/strong&gt; i said trying 2 sound cool...evn tho i was completely freaked out!&lt;br /&gt;no1 replied back...so my morning wish was ignored here as well!&lt;br /&gt;only a person lyk me can manage 2 b late on d 2nd day of training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Namy, u r late"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike said in his typical british accent, as i took my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"do u evn knw the importance of time in a call center?each sec counts..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said, eyeing me suspiciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided 2 give a rest 2 the details of my late arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"sorry Mike.it wont happen again"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"gud...so v were discussing abt session #3.evry1 turn 2 page no 1...the heading says :'What is Customer Service?'...but b4 v start,i believe Namy has her speech ready?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"oh yes"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"so can u come up to the podium n give yr speech?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"of course..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N so i got up n went up to d podium.i was well prepared 4 this speech.n i could easily recite it.yes,i cud easily do it.it wasnt tough at all.n i was confident abt it.&lt;br /&gt;but wen i looked at the audience, it struck me lyk lightening-&lt;strong&gt;i have stage fear!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n there i was standing lyk a complete idiot who was at a complete loss of words.i cud already see d ppl's reaction 2 my speech which was already finished evn b4 it started.i dont remember wt exactly happened after tht.all i knw is tht i was blabbering shit-fumbling wid my words, looking only at the ceiling or the floor and i made a fool out of myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"n finally id lyk 2 conclude wid......&lt;em&gt;er&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;em&gt;um&lt;/em&gt;....as Abraham Lincoln rightly said 'do not ask wt u can do 4 yr country but wt yr country can do 4 u'....&lt;em&gt;er&lt;/em&gt;....i mean 'do not ask wt yr country can do 4 u but wt u can do 4 yr country'..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow! i screwed up the v last statement of my speech as well.&lt;br /&gt;Mike thot 4 a moment n then said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"a nice speech but there were a &lt;em&gt;few&lt;/em&gt; errors: "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...stretching the 'few' 4 at least 3 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"u dint use yr accent at all...v do not pronounce the r's at all...the 't' in thesis is not the English t but it is the 'थ' of Hindi.again no p's ...its फ "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"u used many fillers...to fill in the blanks.remember the american n britishers do not use fillers at all...yr '&lt;em&gt;Er's&lt;/em&gt; n '&lt;em&gt;um's&lt;/em&gt; r only present in d asian accent.try to remove it completely."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"yr ros was very high&lt;/strong&gt;..."(ros-rate of speech).."&lt;strong&gt;it wont fetch u a gud CTC.u need 2 b aware of it...slow down yr speed.u were saying somethings which i cud not evn understand.it didnt evn sound lyk english&lt;/strong&gt;!!"(CTC-Cost To Company...i.e. our salary)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"there was no eye contact.which shows yr low confidence"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;well...he was actually rite...i was speaking gibberish...not english...in a haste 2 finish my speech, n my stage fear, i screwed it all up.well thts y i joined the course,rite?2 get rid of my stage fear.n i hope tht moment wud come soon.we went on 2 discuss customer service n how 2 please dumb customers evn if they jus dropped in 2 say hi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im the youngest n d only girl of my batch.all the others r men-yes men-either working or married.so they all were really interested in customer service lessons unlike me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581977975397143244-4610438356710306299?l=uwannaknowmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uwannaknowmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4610438356710306299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581977975397143244&amp;postID=4610438356710306299' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581977975397143244/posts/default/4610438356710306299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok guys to start with, i hv sumthing 2 share abt my schedule for my mornings...&lt;br /&gt;most ppl dont knw it but i hv started training 4 a call centre as i had nthing better 2 do 4 the rest of my vacations (i knw my frnds will kill me aftr this!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a nice experience as 1 learns abt the accent n voice modulation,u get 2 discuss recent issues,group discussions,customer services n above all its a gr8 time pass for 2 hrs evry morning(10 t o 12)...mind u-its NOT a call centre...its jus a call centre TRAINING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:39 a.m :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cell vibrates...(i prefer my alarm on silent. thats wt really wakes me up...no sound-only vibrations...trust me,it works)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i open the flap n shut it evn widout giving it a single look.till 9 im actually up,brushing my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;no1 is at home except me. so i switch on the radio on FULL volume.n generally go 4 a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thts wen my ma comes back frm the gym..."&lt;strong&gt;golu!!!!",&lt;/strong&gt;she screams. thats my nick name...if u dint knw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;when will u grow up?i cant believe u actually left the radio on AGAIN...and at SUCH a high volume! how do your friends tolerate u at college? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;neeche wali aunty kya sochengi?&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said as she angrily pressed on the remote's buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"MAAAA.....plz!increase the volume..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouted back frm the bathroom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n by the time i was out, the radio was completely switched off.&lt;br /&gt;dad had jus come back frm playing badminton,all sweaty...he generally takes my side,so i gave it a try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"dad, ask ma not 2 switch off the radio evry morning...u knw i love it SOOOO much n i jus come home 4 a few days!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pleaded..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as usual dad was busy wid his newsppr n his protein shake...no response.....&lt;br /&gt;but thts ok...im v used 2 it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i switched on the BBC news channel where the newsreporter was announcing sumthing abt a research saying &lt;strong&gt;"panda's are becoming extinct"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah,yeah...!lyk i dint knw!...ma served breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;maggi (yum) n a boiled egg with milk (yuck, yuck ,yuck!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the maggi was finished in minutes (the egg n milk were left untouched) n i left the table 2 get ready 2 leave 4 my classes.i had jus reached the door when i heard wt i was expecting the most...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"golu.......come back rite now..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"yes ma?wt happened?im getting late"..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried 2 sound innocent but shes my ma aftr all.she knws evrything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;yeh mere liye chod rakha hai?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she asked angrily,pointing at the white shiny boiled egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"oh...i dint notice"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lied.nething 2 avoid milk and an egg...seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"yeah rite"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said sarcastically&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"now stop fooling around n eat yr breakfast.u r not going ne whr widout finishing it."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ma, but im getting late!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"shut up n eat."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had no other option.eating the egg meant 5 mins of delay 4 my class.i had 2 eat it as quickly as possible, to avoid those 5 min from turning into 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ma,u knw i hate it!then WHY do i hv 2 eat an egg evry morning?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"cz it has a lot of proteins.look at yr dad, he has a very nutritious breakfast, fruits, eggs n cornflakes evry morning. learn sumthing frm him"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"he loves 2 eat.n u knw tht!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but again i was ignored as she poured herself into the AM.Ahmedabad Mirror...a dumb copy of Mumbai Mirror...all it publishes is jus some gossip abt the &lt;em&gt;saas-bahu&lt;/em&gt; serials or some gud for nothing celebs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew i had no other option so i jus gulped down the egg and my ENTIRE glass of milk (yuck,yuck,yuck!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"gud girl....now give me a kissy n go 4 yr class.u r getting late"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ma, no kissy n all in the morning,plz!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ok ok...i knw u dont like it but im yr mother"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rolled my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"bye ma"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"bye..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat in my INDIGO...n started revising my activity 4 the day. it was a speech on whether students shud take initiative in politics or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i knw,i knw...dumb topic but i had no other option.the other topic available was "my idle vacation plan"...now thts wt i call REALLY dumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went over my speech 3 times n i was still 10 mins away frm my destination.a plus pt. of abad's roads r tht they r nevr jammed.only tht there r 10,000 red lights in a single kms' distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was getting bored so i turned on some music (jaane tu ya jaane na...). i thot of messaging sum1 n disturbing 1 of my frnds.as all of my frnds frm hostel hv the same habit as mine...our motto was "late 2 bed.later 2 rise".ok not funny...i knw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i messaged aastha instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;READER'S UPDATE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AASTHA MAHESHWARI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213685210741854562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvXJVk94oCY/SFq7E2z50WI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dYtTHieAclU/s320/s727115432_5647.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd yr engg student frm nirma,abad...my childhood frnd.i think she evn came 2 the hospital 2 see me wen i was born.she is tall,dark,beautiful and has an amazing personality.when she is around,no1 evn bothers 2 look at ne1 else.n believe me,i have experienced it myself as well! she is a jester, a fashion freak,an excellent dancer n full of positive energy.n most importantly she had a local no...sumthing cheaper 4 me than national roaming SMS's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;hey aastha...gm..wt u doing 2day?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"nothing...until now.y dont u come over 2 my place rite now?v'll c a movie"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"yeah?which 1?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"sex n the city.12 o clock show.jahanvee may come along 2."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jahanvee is her best pal...frm skl 2 college...they hv always been 2gthr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"aastha, im not coming 4 tht movie ok...u enjoy wid yr frnds.n &lt;em&gt;waise bhi &lt;/em&gt;my class will get over by 12.so i wont b able 2 make it.but do tell me how it was.ok...bye.ttyl"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n thankfully....i reached the centre.i switched my cell off.the centre is on the 2nd floor n i took the stairs...i checked my fastrack watch-it was 10:07 a.m...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a deep breath n opened the door of my classroom,2 meet 10 pairs of eyes staring back at me...obviously the class had started.n i was late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Mr. Mahesh &lt;em&gt;alias M&lt;/em&gt;r.Mike Taylor (our mentor) seemed angry.all i knew was that Namrata Panwar &lt;em&gt;alias &lt;/em&gt;Nami Ray was in for big trouble!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued.....&lt;br /&gt;liked the post?hated it?...do leave yr comments...&lt;br /&gt;p.s. no queries abt my friend will b entertained...she is not interested!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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