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If you do not agree with this, please disconnect from this web site now.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30113235/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957397522467772565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30113235.post-115840276041892100</id><published>2006-09-16T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T16:12:48.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/447/3223/1600/Dil_Chahta_Hai08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/447/3223/320/Dil_Chahta_Hai08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dil Chahta Hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;(THIS IS A DESCRIPTION I FOUND ON NET&gt;&gt;&gt;I LOVED IT &gt;&gt;SO I POSTED IT&gt;&gt;ITS BY Shwetabh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is closer to our hearts and our lives,looked like the story was straight from our lives.It showed the two very important aspects of our lives-love and friendship.True friends like Aakash,Sameer,Sid made us fall in love with them and thus began the search for these 3 friends in our real lives.Everyone wanted friends like them who can laugh with them,have fun,cry,wanted their support at all times.Those friends which can run to our houses even at midnight at our call.It is something that we all are searching even till today.It showed that love can happen anywhere,anytime and the longer you take to realise it,the longer it pains in the heart.Aakash and Shalini are there in each one of us and all we need is to search them.Their love story made us realise what love really is.you`ll eventually fall in love without realising and it will truly show.when in love it is the most wonderful feeling.Like they said.HUM DOST THEY,HAIN AUR RAHENGE. HAMESHA KE LIYEThanks Shwetabh for Such Beautiful Description&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30113235-115840276041892100?l=marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115840276041892100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30113235&amp;postID=115840276041892100' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30113235/posts/default/115840276041892100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30113235/posts/default/115840276041892100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com/2006/09/dil-chahta-haiits-by-shwetabh-story-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957397522467772565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30113235.post-115783159202831216</id><published>2006-09-09T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T23:51:27.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Day out with Myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a 19yr old is at times demanding both physically and mentally.A 19 yr old is supposed to be more responsible and should have a clear conviction about his fufure,neither of which i possessed.So that leaves me with little option but to develop both atleast before i pass out of college which leaves me ample time coz "am here to stay forever".Well the whole point of the being a 19 yr old thing is that i had to renew the insurance of the bike which was to be done an year back and I had to go to a particular mobile provider’s office, one being a government run firm and another being a private Firm. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I got down from my bike and stared at the old, delapidated building housing one of the busiest offices,the insurance company ,in the town.The sight held a little promise for finding anything interesting there. As I walked into the building the cobwebs greeted me by wrapping onto my hair and I found myself getting nowhere. There wasn’t a single signboard directing me to the Office. I finally found the office and pushed the doors open startling everyone inside the office. Good ,I guess they specifically made this arrangement so that none escapes the office without others noticing.&lt;/span&gt; The Celtell office was much better than this,atleast they had doors that opened using sensors without people touching it. I was greeted by a young Lady of about 22years old, in the celtell office and damn she looked hot."Ma`am,excuse me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I asked the women at the counter of  the insurance company ,"Cant u see I am calculating something”, she growled. Well inside the insurance office i felt like standing in an old age retirement home. The average age was over fifty and hell no, am not exaggerating. I looked around, fifty year old people straining their eyes over the moniters, pressing the buttons of the keyboard like they didn’t want to hurt the keys. The office was more like an antique shop with antique pieces.In a two or three years time the government can make a hell lot of money by selling those antique PCs.There were black and white monitors too, wow,it unfolded the parchments of memories of the time when I owned a Pentium one pc with a 1.67 GB Harddisk and 8 mb ram and a mouse big enough to resemble a real mouse (ok, i was exaggerating on that part).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              Back to Celltell, the hot chick asked me to take a seat,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;” where yea sitting ma`am?"&lt;/span&gt;, was the first thought that popped into my mind. I positioned myself with her in my radars vicinity. The whole place was so hip and kool.Right next to me hung an electric guitar on the wall and a BryanAdam`s song was being played on worldspace, though I still haven’t figured out why they hung electric guitars on walls instead of giving it to budding artists like me(am still very much a bud),the whole place was so sexy and chic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I overheard a conversation between two guys in the insurance office.One guy was filling some form pertaining to insurance of a computer and the other was starting to doze off in his chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"U know the total estimate is way to high if u consider the prices of each peripheral" remarked one guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"How come ?Just tell me the peripheral name and I will tell u how much it costs" said the other guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Cd writer ??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"2000.so he doesn’t want a Cdrom??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Don’t know.Moniter??17 inch Samsung"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Ohh...don’t know really how about 8000"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Okay, keyboards and mice"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Its mouse fools .1000 together"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"CPU?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"15000..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"by the way wats the CPU?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"u don’t know tht??its the black cuboidal thing",he said pointing to the UPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"but thts UPS ,and it doesnt hav the cdrom,cpu has the cdrom thts wat my son told me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"ohh ok.well all i know is tht the cpu has pentinum 4 monitor in it,doesnt it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes people i heard the guy sayin pentium 4 monitor.I didnt hav the heart to hurt his confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"ok.so tht makes it 26000.But he wants 40000 .Can we grant him that much money"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Please ,its the goverments cash why are u so bothered about it,fill  in the form and stop wasting my  time coz i hav to pick up my daughter  from her college"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey u know Ray called me today morning.He wants to take me for a date tonight",the girl in the pink top sittin across&lt;br /&gt;me said to the guy sittin next to her.&lt;br /&gt;"Wow how interesting.Thts the fifth time u hav told me that.Got anything else&lt;br /&gt;to talk",the guy said staring at the monitor not even bothering to check the girls expresssion.&lt;br /&gt;"You are supposed to be my bestfriend and you dont even try to understand me" ,the girl said.&lt;br /&gt;"Well thts why bfs are for.For understanding and cribbing",the guy muttured.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey what happened to you.You werent like this before i met Ray.Since then u hav been acting strange.You were all caring and good.but now u hav become mean"&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing i feel myself lucky now that ypu are committed",the girl stared at him with anger and turned around and started typing something vigorously on the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;The girls cellphone began to ring,and she grabbed her cellphone and shouted "ohh Ray".Everyone in office heard that.I guess she did that purposely as if telling guys like us who was staring her that"bugger off ,am booked ". I cudnt hear the rest of the conversation although i strained my ears hard to tap into it.All I cud hear was a string of crackled up laughters and something like "oh u ray ,u naughty boy", while others in the office worked unnoticed.I guess it was daily routine here in Celtell office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had to hand it over to the celltell guys....they did their work in half an hour,while in the insurance guys inevitably asked to come the following day to pick the insurance letter.It was so typical of the guys in govenment.&lt;br /&gt;So i guess i do support  the government that encourages privatisation coz u get the job done faster and and get to see goodlooking people in the office,atleast u dont get bored there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30113235-115783159202831216?l=marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115783159202831216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30113235&amp;postID=115783159202831216' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30113235/posts/default/115783159202831216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30113235/posts/default/115783159202831216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-day-out-with-myself-being-19yr-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957397522467772565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30113235.post-115756892843465880</id><published>2006-09-06T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T09:18:08.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Crap That Came to my Idle Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;One the most used starting line by a blogger is " i have been thinkin for the past few days what to write in my blog".So it will be wholly unfair from my side to refrain myself from the use of such a convenient phrase when noother idea pops into my mind.Life of a blogger is a real hard one.You want others to read your posts and comment on it.THe condition of the world is such that even if you put the link of your blog every possible place in ur orkut profile,it still goes unnoticed.On the other hand first thing i look for when i check someones profile is whether the person owns a blog or not,well the scrapbook and the albums are another part of the story,still i look if she(sry i dont look at profiles of guys) shares the passion similar to mine.My friend once asked me why i maintain such a blog and i replied almost without hesitation,"i love to write"."But still why do u want it to be online,comeon you are doing this  to impress someone,arent you?",he smirked.Damn am very bad at hiding my feelings and intentions.I had to agree with him though i didnt admit it then,now I do.It really gave me immense satisfaction when people read my blog and and said much to my surprise that it was good.Do you think am pushing it too much.I dont think so,am just THANKING all those who said that my previous posts have been funny.SO u been reading all this crap with a little hope that i would deviate from the boring nonsenical talk to an interesting one.Well seriously am out of ideas and nothing interesting happend in my life except that we went for a tour from our fucked up coll.The tour was fun.I enjoyed every moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;                      "ek saans mein pee ja zara zindagi chadha&lt;br /&gt;                     hai yeh toh ek jashan tu thirakne de kadam&lt;br /&gt;                     abhi saanson mein hai dam abhi chalne de sitam".&lt;br /&gt;           It still reverbrates in my mind.Every chord of its music ringing in trance to produce a perfect hallucination in your mind tranforming all the hate and pain inside into that single glass of elixir whichs seeps down the throat getting drowned in my blood taking me to higher strata.. lifes too short so pack your bags and leave for a journey that you are unsure about,coz its the uncertainity that lures us to explore it,along those roads you tread you will find people,some who stay with you only till the season ends ,some till the very end of your life.My life is full of uncertainity been through stages where i wished i could have been a better person.Met a thousand people in my life ,seen many of my friendships often wither away and die out but i still remain who i am,all my wishing to a better person phyiscally and mentally have been met the dead end streets.The greatest pain in life is to be very close to someone but still cant meet that person and have fun together.&lt;br /&gt;                                 How does it feel to be in love?An emotion that always eluded me.Why does it feel so good?The people who made the saying "Not all men are stupid coz some stay bachelors" must be bachelors itself,or why else would they come up with such a stupid reason for not being commited to a girl.Its simply coz they had tried and failed miserably but the  "male chauvinist" attitude refuses to admit the failure.Seriously 99% of the bachelors who say this would undoubtedtly run to a shop that sells a "girlfriend vending machine"(No offense meant to girls and sorry guys there no such thing as a girlfriend vending machine).Luckly i belong to the rest 1% of the bachelors who still believes that theres lot more life left for me and waste it away by getting committed(I know, i am no John Abraham and that i have to find one the hard way...but plzz no girlfriend vending machines for me).Most of the time my friends have a hard time deciphering my idea about life,and i guess even i have a hard time figuring out what am going through.I always wanted to experience every aspect of human life,all the emotions,be it falling in love or be it falling out of love.I guess its normal for a 19yr old to contemplate on such matters.So here i am, with the khalbali playing on winamp,typin watever crap is comin to my mind,unaware of the future that beckons me.My tired eyes keeps closin by themselves.I have going through an emotional rundown for the past few weeks after my tour.I talked to a friend of mine about it just now,i guess its made me feel much better.Now am closing whatever i have been writing with a promise tht i strive to write better in the near future......................"say NO to drugs"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30113235-115756892843465880?l=marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115756892843465880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30113235&amp;postID=115756892843465880' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30113235/posts/default/115756892843465880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30113235/posts/default/115756892843465880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com/2006/09/crap-that-came-to-my-idle-mindone-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957397522467772565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30113235.post-115359360994802764</id><published>2006-07-22T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T02:45:59.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Train Journey --II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     This is the sequel to "Train Journey" I had written earlier..Remember these are just.."figments of my imagination"(it was the name of the text book I studied in 11th grade) .Well as soon as sherin(salomes younger sis) exited and salome settled in,gloom set in to my heart.I retired to accepting universal truth  that some guys need to stay bachelors not because of the inconsistencies in the sex ratio but because some guys are never meant to be in love.The train had started moving and I looked out staring into the wilderness outside.Let me describe to u how salome looked like.U cant quite call her stunning or gorgeous,but she had a cute smile.I was exaggerating on her physique.She didn't have Arnold like arms and wasn`t 6 feet tall.She was about my height,fair skinned,curly hair,wore specs which she removed half hour into the journey to reveal her blue eyes(colour must have been the result of the contacts which was wearing later on),but she looked much better without the specs.My mind was calculating a thousand ways to get her attention.She seemed to be engrossed in  messaging somebody.Was she having a relation with somebody?Was it a boy or a girl?(The last question,though many would disagree with me,is a very valid one.There are more lesbians in the world than there are men,so such a thought is a normal one)&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                   I thought of taking out my cell,but then thought it was a really bad idea,coz my mobile was an antique piece,one of the last of its kind available on earth while she had her hands to a 6600 nokia phone.I started talking to my mom about college.Talking to my mom just to get her attention was not a good idea,coz me and mom share this unique chemistry between us wherein the maximum duration of a casual conversation before it turnsout into a fight a was just 2mins.Well my sound had enough intensity to reach her ears but it was of  no use since she  was busy with her mobile.So i had to stop the conversation soon , after which i reverted to my regular pastime during  journeys which is take a book under the pretense that i was a addicted bookaholic.My mind was stirring up dumb ideas on how to approach her.I just cant go to her and say "hey girl,seems like ur too busy with ur phone, so y dont u throw tht thing away and talk to me darling".That would be a very bad idea.I wonder if the dummies series ever launched a book on "how dummies,tackle girls during train journeys".So i surrended to the fact that the i was too good for the girl.&lt;br /&gt;                                                         Finally she put down her mobile phone, guess it was out of coverage area,and started talking to her father.I sat as if i was absolutely uninterested in her conversation with her dad,but i heard each every single word she said.I know that eavesdropping is a bad habit but i wanted to know what she was doing.She was talking about this person named Ajay.She was saying that Ajay was going to board the train from the next station.I glanced at her hands.She had her wedding rings on her fingers.OOPS!!!!She was married Yikies!!The moment i saw this ,my feelings were drawn into a perpetual darkness.Why do girls get married at the age of 19??&lt;br /&gt;                                                         The train started slowing down.She moved from the far end of the seat towards the window..The train came to a halt.She was waving frantically at some one.I couldnt see his face.Two minutes later,a gaint,atleast6 ft 5 inchs tall creature entered the compartment.&lt;br /&gt;He was 6ft tall upwards and sidewards.Salome jumped into his arms and kissed on the lips.That was the 2nd French kiss i had seen today.God.Whn am i gonna get french kissed .U know i cant go to France for atleast some ten years.I guess they both made a perfect couple.Shes 6 Ft tall and hes 6ft+ tall both ways.Wondered how the child would be.But they had something in common which lot of ppl lacked "love for each other"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30113235-115359360994802764?l=marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115359360994802764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30113235&amp;postID=115359360994802764' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30113235/posts/default/115359360994802764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30113235/posts/default/115359360994802764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com/2006/07/train-journey-ii-this-is-sequel-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957397522467772565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30113235.post-115229956593291572</id><published>2006-07-07T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:32:38.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/447/3223/1600/dumb-luck_big.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/447/3223/320/dumb-luck_big.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span b=""&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"   &gt;Train Journey -- I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I have been thinking for a few days now about what to write in my blog .Some of friends had read the stuff written on it ,much to my surprise most of `em said it was good.Encouraged by the kind words, now am going to write about something.This is about a train journey which is ofcourse a figment of my ..imagination..I like to stress the fact that the guy here is a single, available, 19 yr old guy, still very much attracted to cute girls and ones with killer looks (hot chicks).....&lt;br /&gt;Well there I was in Chennai railway station.I had reached the railway station one n half hours earlier than necessary...the consequence of my moms worries that we might miss the train and my dad`s prompt nature ,both qualities I never inherited ofcourse.So there were my dad n mom talking to each other ...there are only two occasions when I see both of `em so very much in love with each other -one is when both of `em feel guilty for fighting with each other n get back together and the other is when one of them is leaving .Well here I was scanning the railway platform for anything hot but even my sophisticated radar didnt pick up any signals...Well dont think of me as some desperate soul.&lt;br /&gt;As most of you think Chennai aint that bad...they do have the cross breeds between a northie and a southie resultin in a perfect hot babe.....&lt;br /&gt;The reservation charts hadnt been put up yet well the train hadn’t reached the railway station and there were no chicks in RS...so there i was looking at expressions on the faces around me ..everywhere i looked i saw love....people who have come to see their dear ones off to a new place or the ones who have come, eagarly waitin the arrival of their dear ones..Wives hugging their husbands..girls who were welcomed into the arms of their dearly beloveds...planting those warm kisses on the lips....notwithstanding the cold stares from the ppl of the 20th century....well it was love that they felt ...sure feels like heaven when a girl u love kisses u on the lips......and I felt Bored.Been single for all my life (the fact it may extend into the future still lurks in my mind) I feel a cynical attitude towards love,not really,atleast to prove to myself that am freefalling out of nothing into nothing ...life without commitments is the best but these are some places where I feel defeated, others being the malls where couples flock into the shops.While we guys stare at the hot chicks,having retreated to the fact that if u need a gf u need more than good looks and attitude...u need money...which assures me tht am going to stay a bachelor all throughout my life.&lt;br /&gt;The train arrived 10 mins later.The reservation charts had already been put up on the compartment .....(for those whose who are unfamiliar with trains n stuff, the reservation charts provide u with the information of all the girls of ur age and their seat number sharing your compartment).I am one of the unlucky single guys in the world who never had a chick in my compartment let alone sit next to one. I was just keepin my fingers crossed as i checked the chart.Oh My God.There was a girl...19 yrs..named salome and she was sittin opposite to me ...yipee..seems like shes a Christian too...anyway i got into the compartment and took my seat opposite to hers...&lt;br /&gt;I was eagarly waiting for a her to arrive whn suddenly a 60 yr old man appeared, pointing to the seats opposite mine and asking if they were the seats 23 and 24i i said yes.He called out some name...didnt hear it clearly and out of nowhere appeared a cute girl mayb 5ft 1in tall...but she appeared way to young to b a 19yr old....she was tugging at a luggage bag. I thought of offering her my help(its not everyday u get to help a beautiful girl) but then I saw another girl who came to help her, revealing her arnold like masculine arms...There she was 6 ft (really tall) half a foot taller thn me,curly hair,golden specs worn over a tanned face,clad in a long skirt (which swept the dirt off the whole floor) and a pink top.That was salome and the cute girl was her younger sister or somebody who had come to see her off.I had created a tajmahal of dreams whn i saw her name onthe reservation list.Damn the railway ppl y does this always happen to me,felt like they should omit the whole "age" part from the charts.Well there I was now totally devasted "So close yet so far"...i guess the world needs more bachelors ...coz the sex ratio in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;india&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; isn`t the same ...so some have to stay bachelors.....&lt;br /&gt;To be continued(the events described in the post are purely figments of my imagination)......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30113235-115229956593291572?l=marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115229956593291572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30113235&amp;postID=115229956593291572' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30113235/posts/default/115229956593291572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30113235/posts/default/115229956593291572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com/2006/07/train-journey-i-i-have-been-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957397522467772565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30113235.post-115151292220342123</id><published>2006-06-28T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T00:28:48.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/447/3223/1600/ShutUp.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/447/3223/320/ShutUp.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Campus Life I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(Black symbolises the dark lies presented to the poor souls who join our coll and reds the actual truth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the residential students, campus life at ********  is also value based.First year students are accommodated in the hostel inside ****** premises so that the first year itself the students can gain and learn principles to be adopted in their life.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Certainly value based coz each night we realize the value of our girls,how much we gonna miss our fav. pastime babewatchin whn the girls return after havin their dinner, espically our juniors who are gonna come soon ,as we are moving to a new hostel far away from the girls.Each night we learn to master new skills in the art of "babewatching"These are principles u cant miss whn u r here .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;my favourite part&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A vegetarian canteen offering north and south Indian, chinese dishes is also inside the campus. Good quality and tasty food is provided with reasonable cost for all the students and staff.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Chinese ,good quality,tasty food,reasonable cost.........ooooohhh strong words comin out of shit ....how about rephrasing the words ...."Good quality and tasty food is provided with reasonable cost at the thattukada outside the campus..chinese dishes..go to china,we dont even know where china is"....i thought dosas and chappathis were indian dish...Chinese,these people here dont even know how to make proper south indian dish let alone chinese ..ahhh..sorry a couple of unpeeled tomatoes and a can of chilly powder and an affectionate name "chilly parotta" now thts chinese alrite...so they actually know where china is ...kudos to thos brave souls who eat frm our canteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Some students go for jogging and some to the gymnasium. Breakfast starts by 07:00 am. After the breakfast, catch the university boat to reach the campus at the earliest possible.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;7:00am...u gotta b outta ur mind...yeah classes start at 8:30...nones gets up until its 7:30 ..which leaves us minimal time to jog and workout in a gym which is subjected to seasonal washes as it gets flooded whn it rains.We never use oil ...we use water to "oil" our equipments...breakfast starts by 7:00 and by the time we arrive at the mess hall..."its too late" ..."mess hall closes at 8:00"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"University boat!!! "well consider this i will show u my "kinetic marvel" tell u "guys this is the prototype version of the new BMW scooter",trust me its even more worse thn tht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;To be continued.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30113235-115151292220342123?l=marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115151292220342123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30113235&amp;postID=115151292220342123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30113235/posts/default/115151292220342123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30113235/posts/default/115151292220342123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com/2006/06/campus-life-i-black-symbolises-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957397522467772565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30113235.post-115144101437250446</id><published>2006-06-27T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T21:53:19.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/447/3223/1600/deep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/447/3223/320/deep.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="style79"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Campus Life II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Black symbolises the dark lies presented to the poor souls who join our coll and reds the actual truth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students should submit their assignments on time, take seminars, presentations, demonstrate the practicals, attend viva voce etc. Compared with the traditional university system, this new system brings a work culture among the students to become creative and productive that will be of immense help once they join a company after their studies.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Creative (yes) productive(yes)work culture(ohh sure)...let me explain how...creative in the sense we invent numerous ways to make copies of the master but we disguise the fact by using our creative ways....by ommittin some sentences,repeating sentences,placing sentences in different places...productive....our production rate is awesome, once the master copy is ready, within in the two hrs all the thirty boys in our class has a copy of it,no matter how big it is.It sure brought us a lot of work culture,as on the eve of the deadline a group of the most elite brains of our class gather togehter to find a solution to all the stupidity and has to be  flushed out of the brain onto the piece of paper..while the not so "elite " brains patiently wait the arrival of the mastercopy ...after which its time for "hardwork"....over the past two years the work culture has gone a tremendous change tht i have never written a single assignment in my coll life....net result :a thousand trees are fell to write crap each year(mayb they shud introduce recycled paper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The facilities  within   the  hostel   premises  include large and spacious dining halls, cafes selling wholesome Indian and western goodies, a juice stall, a provisions store, and a western stationary shop.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;For a hostel accomadating about 300 boys ,the standard of food certainly ensures at the most  50  boys in the  mess hall .A store from which the lowest quality book costs atleast 15rs,thank the government we hav got MRP tags to goodies like chocolates n other eatables.A juice stall serves more as a entertainment arena for me....coz theres where all the girls flock into after their dinner.The money an average boy whose got "other habits" can afford for juice n icecream is atmost 10rs each night...well bad luck...coz most of the things cost atleast 10 ..A western stationary ....i have never actually bought anything from there...but we can checkout all the foreigners who hav come recently...the ppl run the place as if its america....a coffee cost u 7rs  which is the cheapest of the lot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;This post is never intented to hurt any feelings...the characters and places presented here are all fake and has no resemblance to anyone living or dead or to any place on earth....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30113235-115144101437250446?l=marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115144101437250446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30113235&amp;postID=115144101437250446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30113235/posts/default/115144101437250446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30113235/posts/default/115144101437250446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com/2006/06/campus-life-ii-black-symbolises-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957397522467772565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30113235.post-115139838301495304</id><published>2006-06-27T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T04:23:47.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/447/3223/1600/finnyquark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/447/3223/320/finnyquark.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously this is killin my brains.....sittin at home doing almost nothing each day passes by as i near the end of my month long vacation.....lookin back at the 24x31 hrs i hav spent doing nothing sensible, offers me very little comfort whn i think abt the rest of time available for me bfore i  again enter  those forgotten days  of irritating HODS,mess food,assignments , tutorials ,exams, boring classes.....&lt;br /&gt;                                        One thing tht comforts me are tht our juniors are comin on august and heard some north indians hav also joined our coll......well yeah in a coll where arguing with ur warden automatically assures u  a suspension for "manhandling" the warden..ragging jouniors is not a sensible way to get ur share of  the "Rang De Basanti"  life we lead in our college..If charged with "womanhandling"  the warden it wud hav been justiciable.I seriously doubt if hes a gay...coz there are guys who hav seen him and the security lingering in the hostel office in the late hours.....in a world where homosexuals are now a growin population such  late night stands should never pose any doubt to laymans minds...mayb its the hormones thts causing thm all the trouble and  temptations....bastards.....&lt;br /&gt;                       See, if my warden or any coll authorities come know abt this blog let me tell thm tht all characters in the blog are fake and has no resemblance to any living person on the college...and one more thing...u suck...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30113235-115139838301495304?l=marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115139838301495304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30113235&amp;postID=115139838301495304' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30113235/posts/default/115139838301495304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30113235/posts/default/115139838301495304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com/2006/06/seriously-this-is-killin-my-brains.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957397522467772565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30113235.post-115139066736624958</id><published>2006-06-26T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T02:21:28.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/447/3223/1600/Flipsyde%20Album%20Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/447/3223/320/Flipsyde%20Album%20Cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countin' trumpets on the wall firey flame will kill us all&lt;br /&gt;And I hear trumpets ringing in my head before I go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Takes me back way back when we were young and we were friends&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm home alone smokin' cigarettes waitin' by the phone&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Virgina blue skies early mornin' sunrise&lt;br /&gt;I can see your spirit dancin' next to mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you'll never be the same again&lt;br /&gt;We can just roll on down this road my friend&lt;br /&gt;I know that you'll never be just never be alone&lt;br /&gt;I know that you'll be there when I will say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on tight baby lean when I lean&lt;br /&gt;Both arms tight lady follow my lead&lt;br /&gt;Let your hair down feel it blow in the breeze&lt;br /&gt;I'm a' take you to a place that you'll never believe&lt;br /&gt;Riding on the wind disappear in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Never ask why spread wings and fly&lt;br /&gt;Sunbathe in the sunrays and dream&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Dave play and Stevie sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                             Theres something in the lyrics i feel...(trumpets ...by Flipsyde)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30113235-115139066736624958?l=marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115139066736624958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30113235&amp;postID=115139066736624958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30113235/posts/default/115139066736624958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30113235/posts/default/115139066736624958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com/2006/06/countin-trumpets-on-wall-firey-flame.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957397522467772565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30113235.post-115133355956595988</id><published>2006-06-26T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T07:55:06.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/447/3223/1600/rdin644l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/447/3223/320/rdin644l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been sittin home the whole day.....for the past three days...its rainin here like theres no tomorrow...had an entusiastic start to bloggin mania ....got bored with it...its tough fo people for me to continue writing...first i have to write in a style digestable to others...i always wonder who tht others are....as of now...only ma best pal had cared to check out the blog...poor soul i forced  her into checking it out...&lt;br /&gt;                             ok wat to write..i hav been on a movie downloadin frenzy for the past two days...i got a premium account for rapidshare...these are some movies i downloaded indiana jones trilogy,rain man,apocalypse now,clockwork orange,schindlers list,donnie Brasco,The Bourne Identity ,gone in 60 seconds (1974),pulp fiction ,shawshank redemption,hostel,reservoir dogs,sweet november and many more...&lt;br /&gt;                           I seriously doubt wat u gonna gain from readin the list of movies i have downloaded but anyways who ever is readin my blog as to b as jobless as i am...&lt;br /&gt;                            If anyone has any suggestion just let me know.....if u hav seen better films tell me abt em...i am sure u wud have.....hav fun.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30113235-115133355956595988?l=marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115133355956595988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30113235&amp;postID=115133355956595988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30113235/posts/default/115133355956595988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30113235/posts/default/115133355956595988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com/2006/06/been-sittin-home-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957397522467772565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30113235.post-115104608318770033</id><published>2006-06-22T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T21:40:34.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Say No To Drugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;                                                                    W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;hat&lt;/span&gt; are drugs anyway?Substances when consumed elevates your mind  and spirit to a higher level. I guess that`s the  definition for drugs in my freaking dictionary. Its dangerous.The most sensitive part of human body is the mind.These substances effect your brain, don`t know exactly which part of your brain.In laymans terms its unhealthy for your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                              I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;never had any first hand experiences with drugs,but have seen people who got addicted to th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/447/3223/1600/Ypsilanti%20Public%20Schools%20-Boo%20to%20Drugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/447/3223/320/Ypsilanti%20Public%20Schools%20-Boo%20to%20Drugs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ese.My uncle in his late twenties was addicted to drugs, ultimately he succumbed to its power and committed suicide. I don`t want to get to the finer details of the suicide,ofcourse there were other reasons for it not just drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                                                                    The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;other one was my neighbor who had been addicted to drugs .I was just 10yrs old and for me he was more like up I looked upon as a brother.To find someone who you  admired most of time to suddenly turn into drug addicted mother basher the next day can`t be taken lightly by young boys or girls.I never knew wat was happening to him.I kept going to his house,even when he was under the influence of drugs.I came to know about his drug abuse only when oneday I saw policemen outside his apartment with his mother screaming inside a locked room in the apartment and this guy with a knife was threatening the police to kill his mom if they didn`t leave the house.I don't know what had happened after that.It incident opened the doors for me into a whole new world of drugabuse,cigarettes and alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                                                                      It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;takes you to a higher level.You seem like floating in the air.No strings attached.Just you and you itself.Its an awesome feeling.Some say taking drugs is better than having sex(I strongly disagree).I suggest smoking Davidoff to get a mild kick for a short period of time.But NEVER TRY DRUGS.Cause the price u have to pay for taking drugs is really high and no bank can help you there.Drugs might sound cool and sophisticated.But it ruins lifes,when i say that i say it with full authority cause i know how it feels&lt;br /&gt;                                       &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  "SaY No DrUgs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30113235-115104608318770033?l=marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115104608318770033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30113235&amp;postID=115104608318770033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30113235/posts/default/115104608318770033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30113235/posts/default/115104608318770033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com/2006/06/say-no-to-drugs-what-are-drugs.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957397522467772565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30113235.post-115100407877975000</id><published>2006-06-22T11:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T05:06:15.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/447/3223/1600/ammama%20and%20grandkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/447/3223/320/ammama%20and%20grandkids.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would like to dedicate this blog to the following...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;             My Brother--Jeet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;My friends in Udyogamandal...the guys n gals with whom i spent my 11th n 12th with.....U guys were really sweet.I will never forget wat u guys hav done for me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; My friends in Christnagar....ppl whom i spent my childhood days with..sweet old memories.........Guys..the memory still lingers..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;        My friends in college....had a hard time understanding them now i guess it was worth it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;My Cousins......they are MY blood too....they hav been there for me all the time...though i hated thm whn i was young...ppl grow up right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;My Grandparents....cant deny their role in making me the person am today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;         My darling girls rosemol and aadhu mol...my sisters.....love u both..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Some people i had met but thn lost contact with them..subin, anish, steva, an english professor i met in bus ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;        Some ppl i accidently met but thn went on to make huge differences in my life..Lea ..shes been there for me all the time n gave me the sweetest ever present for my birthday...Another Crazy sweet buddy Buggy(miriam)....claims to b the sweetest person in the world....crazy wud b better....okie shes nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;     Patrick,Ellen,Martha....thanks Patrick for the gifts u gave me.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;         My adopted brother jaimohan.....been there for me whn i needed him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;     My Teachers in Christnagar udyogamandal n college n my guitar sir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;        My computer teacher in S1...gayatri miss...awesomely cute and pretty ..never missed her classes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;     My friends i hav met on the net who are as jobless as i am.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;        AND last ....reason of very existence....my mom n dad....dont know how to thank thm ..for wat they hav given me....i never got a chance for a payback..God Bless them....thanks God....thanks for givin them to me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;          Love u ppl...say no to drugs ...lets kick racism out....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30113235-115100407877975000?l=marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115100407877975000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30113235&amp;postID=115100407877975000' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30113235/posts/default/115100407877975000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30113235/posts/default/115100407877975000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marijuanainmyveins.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-would-like-to-dedicate-this-blog-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13957397522467772565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
